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Don't Come

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     I don't want your fingerprints ...
     


     (Work in progress)
     (Re-rewriting it)
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To all the heart-breakers- -a ZOMBIE valentine poem-

Wouldn't you rather~

Wouldn't you rather~ be dead?
Maybe shoot yourself in the head?
Over my dead body, I would never want to be a zombie like you.
The sight of your limbs are rotten all the time.
Sorry that the sight of you looks like a 3 legged swine.
So go ahead and do us a all favor, 
hide and stash yourself away from all your neighbor. 
I think i'd rather have my eyes stuck with glue
So I won't have to look at you
When it comes to family friends, you ain't got none.
Your always gonna be called the lonely retarded one.
Who could ever love a face like yours.
not even your mother can see pass your gore's 
No need for privacy when you pee
Go ahead and take a leak and drown yourself in the sea.
Don't think for one second you are irresistible 
Love making with a zombie is impossible.

Wouldn't you rather be dead?
maybe shoot yourself in the head

The time to kill yourself is at hand.
Slicing your wrist is what we recommend.  
Cut off your tongue, don't want to hear you squeal.   
Blood all over, your face is no big deal
A sword or machete will only pick up the pace
I wanna see your guts pop out your mid-waist 
Contaminated objects is a must
Anything to remove your face of disgust.
The easy part is the best
Once you are gone we will all feel blessed,
The flaw of your existence  
Is what keeps us all in distance 

Wouldn't you rather be dead?
maybe shoot yourself in the head

Close your eyes and die
No one wants to hear you cry
You said you wanted to be loved
believe me~ your better off unloved
I say go do yourself off
Anyways you've always had it rough...
Go ahead and scream
This is not a dream
Now see how you make me feel
All I want is for you to end your ugly ordeal.
I will praise this day of course
Knowing soon you'll be a rotting corpse.

happy valentine ~ TO: All My DEADBEAT X-es from Texas..


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A Solstice

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God ... thoughts of death mourning a loss,
one after another, like falling hailstones cracking the tiles
of the substance of things not seen            but feared. I could care less
 
God ... it's the longest night of my years                   caught in the toils 
of doubts, of despair, of the sound of falling ice
that reverberates inside                                  my faith in sudden slices
and outside this pen for sheep-raising                          still in fertile soil
I fail to get over the fence without a stile

Impotent to kiss resignation's toes
advocated by those who want my obedience             and my tithes at all costs 
A version of the interpretation of the oral traditions already translated into lies
Greeks, Romans, Monarchs, Despots, Rulers, Reformists, Stoics... 

Impotent to listen to the duty of the silken stole
              that pulls my crackling faith into its coils
Impotent to accept sacred writings chosen by lot
Impotent of praying more and thinking less
Impotent to breathe, to see, to walk through wind-blown salt and s  i  l  t 
measuring a time ... dark and lost

God, a profuse bleeding from a ruptured soul                           refusing to clot
Thoughts of death like tears of ice

when the electrocardiogram yells  h     h     h 
                                                   e  p  e  p  e
                                                      l      l       l p ... Where will be the lice 
to suck my sins and tics?
to cough and gag and vomit my unfulfilled temptations into a cist? 

My time of death has expired long time ago. Do you noticed it?
                                                            do you care about it?

Thoughts of death tickling upon my bare soles
I'll be nobody without a tag swaying from my toe

The night at its farthest point from                      the Sun and still so close
I need to believe it
God ... You need to believe it
I can kill you if my faith is lost 





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STILL WINTER

Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 


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FORBIDDEN

~ZOMBIE NIGHT~ 

WHINING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes
Ascension of the dead -Longing to live again 

Sands of desert flip the hour glass back
WHIMPERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes 

Taking light from where evil stays 
Feeding away leaving behind a death valley zone
WONDERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair

Dead souls forsake the common land
Shadowing like Equinox light 
Walking corpse covered in rotten barren sand
WINDY WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND 
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air

Upright, forward broken taboo 
Searching for the perfect breath of fresh air
Sounds of symbols march the ground
Searching to find their missing heartbeat
WHISKING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night


Ascension of the dead  -Long to live again 
Bones slowly desert distorted resting home
Moonlight vanishing in complete despair
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
WHEN WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND

by;PD


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GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. 

Hello grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.

Hello Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.

Hello grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Bye, grandpa
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her

By; PD


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A Wish -re-post-

A WISH -- In Memory Of 

"I Wish"

I wish I could blow air into your little lungs, 
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world. 
Hold your little body warm, 
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....

I wish, 
I could look into your daring eyes, 
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson 
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts! 
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O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
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How I wish you could be, 
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?

Mostly, I WISH grandma could fix this, and make 
your mommy feel, the joy she was robbed of.

In memory of my grandson: ---Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013  ---   RIP March 25, 2013

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by;PD  :-(


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Butterflies

BUTTERFLIES

Clouds passing by swiftly.
Like the desert sands,
tiny grains rest in my hand.
Here I lay peaceful on the ground.
My life finally reached its final strand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
My life slowly slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking a long glimpse of this magical world.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
This wind gave me a sensation in not wanting to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky. 
Finally I feel this heavy load removed.
I look back and see where my body still lays.
An empty temple, no longer full of grace.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessed for all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Angles flutter into the sky.
When your life on earth is done.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep beyond the skies. 
Your day soon will come with butterflies.

~SKAT~   *re-post*


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The Whispers of a Troubled Spirit

I didn't read the signs,
and you were raised not to complain,
holding it all inside, behind an ever-present smile.

Too scared to ask for advice,
too proud to ask for help,
you tried fixing the problem on your own,
until the problem appeared too volatile.

silly boy

I was here the entire time,
as I am still here even now,
and I can feel your shadow
moving over me,
whispering up my spine.
I can feel you wishing for the simple things,
wishing only to wake up in your bed again,
just wishing to re-start that day once more -
to feel the pain,
to feel the need
of trying things a bit differently.

If only I had been able to decode 
the complex puzzle of your mask,
I could have offered more help.
Did I not try hard enough?
There is a shadow in my heart,
that believes you would have drowned
in your selfishness,
regardless of what any of us had done or said.
Either way, you were already marching toward 
the dreaded plains of the regretfully dead.


(there are times when it is truly best to stop asking why.
On certain winter nights,
I open a window to softly falling snow -
not a single breath of chaos blows.
The night is so calm, I can hear snowflakes
touch each other on the windowsill.
I turn on a light behind me,
and as the light pours out into the night,
thousands of crystals glitter like a city of angels.
I don't have any tears left to shed for you,
they are all sitting frozen in the blanket of sparkling snow.
It is at moments such as this,
when I miss you the most)


Yet, the offer of a helping hand is still open,
a helping hand for a troubled spirit.
Reality is constantly altering,
changed in so many ways,
but I am still here,
here as I ever was.
So whenever you feel the need,
whisper up my spine,
dial up the ancient area code,
and together we can dine.

Possibly, just possibly,
we can figure out a way 
to push you through the needle's eye,
and both of us can stop asking why.








February 8th, 2012



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Marking Time

daylight hours Ozzie and Ben sitting at the picnic table as sunshine danced on the board chess match underway lasted all day, every day till knights and pawns cast long shadows elders’ eyes straining they would bid farewell violet sunsets escorted them home many stories they shared some repeated, but neither cared one brisk fall morning Ben waited for his friend hours on end until the orb began to sink fading light from the spectral sunset an usher of regret Ben sauntered past Ozzie's home black wreath on the door, a herald of loss Ben cast chess pieces on the street no longer wanted to compete after that day Ben’s zest for life faded away sun made its daily journey across the sky but Ben rarely rose from his bed twilight hours found him there still recounting the past tales he and Ozzie had told in his mind never grew old Ben realized the sun would continue on although he could not do the same memories locked within his heart shadowed recollections of a fallen chess king


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Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


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Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
 
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
 
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
 
Grief is… “A METAMORPHOSIS OF HUMAN LIFE”
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
 
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
 
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
 
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
 
 
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
 
 
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
 
Grief…
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.


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I see God before me

As I lay down to die I can see my soul being taken 
before my eyes.
I see God before me.

I feel the sun shining on me. 
The warmth invades my body.
No more feeling of cold surroundings.
I smell the spring flowers from a field.
I see the mountains with their peaks.
I see God before me

I hear the waters flow so peacefully.
I see a lake that is so calm with the mirror of a blue sky
That is above me.
I see God before me.

I am at peace and have no needs.
I am at happiness made just for me.
I feel no pain and have no illness.
I hear the birds singing just for me.
I see God before me.

I am lead by the hand through the field of harmony.
An Angel guides me with love.
A light blinds me.
I hear a symphony of Angels.
God is not before me now.
God is with me.


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Yes Friend, It Will Matter

Say not to me,
that it will not matter a hundred years from now,
that I was here.
For surely I have touched one life in a positive way,
perhaps in daily prayer
I've called your name one day.
Having no profound accomplishments or delusions of fame,
and leaving no progeny
to perpetuate my name,
still, it will matter that I was here.
For I have quietly endeavored to sow, and I have watered.
I love and am loved--should one desire more?
Life is good and hopefully God is pleased.
The tracks I'll leave, it's true,
will not be so ingrained as to stand harsh winds of time
and they shall fade as the evening sun,
leaving somewhere, only a name and date chiseled in granite.
Perhaps, if only in thought,
one pausing o'er me should question, who was this man?
Let God simply whisper, that I am His.


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Near Death Experience

Lying silently on my bed, eyes open wide.
Watching as darkness moves in like a heavy fog.
My breathing seems to echo against the cold walls
And my heart beats rapidly as I’m plagued with thought.
Prayer like questions, if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take, will he take me?
Instantly thoughts go to grandma, surely she’s there,
Surely her open arms will be there to greet me.
Harbouring such thoughts bring to me a peaceful smile.
I start counting all the loved ones I will soon see.
I count them as others count sheep in darkest night
They have become like soft comfort blankets to me
They make my nights less scary, should it be my time.
Soon my weary body gives way to pure darkness 
I slip into a place of total nothingness 
Time stands still and now I am neither here nor there
I am nowhere, floating helplessly forever
Then far off I see a light shining so brightly 
Now I feel once more as my aching body hurts
I moan and roll toward the window lit with sun
Realization sinks in, I’ve made it……one more night.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.01.2014
Anthony Slausen’s Contest:
Near Death Experience
5th


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The Flame Is Still Burning

Death isn't what you think it is,
At least not when you sit with Death

Death I know. I know because once
I was in the same room with Death

Death isn't horrific, she, he is not a monster,
it was not frightening when I met Death

Death claimed my father when I wasn't there 
but she, he waited for me, the night I met Death

Death took the warm breeze from my father's chest
left him cold to the touch I was there next to Death

Death stole my father's voice left him quiet among the roar
of silent tears. I felt the moisture in the room next to Death

Death left with no more then what filled shallow pockets
graciously bowed on the way out, so I bowed to Death

Death I knew walked out empty handed as he does
my father's life still burning in memories, so I bowed to Death

my father's body was dead in that hospital bed 
but I couldn't help kiss warm my father's flesh
but I couldn't help speaking to him "I love you Dad"

three years passed since that night
my father is still alive in memories bright
he accomplished so much, touched so many
never a time when I needed my Dad
never once was he not there to help

how could you be sad for a man like that

he lives in my heart sheltered there
even when I am long gone he will live
preserved by my children and then theirs

how could you feel sad for a man like that

Always stood a giant in the largest of crowds
He was loved and admired, he never died
He was just needed somewhere else

Death isn't always what you think. he, she came and left
light as a feather I barely felt the presence of Death

Death?
 I've met him, when I meet her again
there will be no fear 
Death! 

It isn't always what you think it is.
When I met Death it was gentle as a lamb.



Maurice Yvonne
09/23/2014
Contest: The Poet III
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan


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Alice through the Looking Glass

Now that the wicked witch has left the room….

Alice…in Never, Never Land, with clouded brow, and foggy mind, stares through the looking glass at the flames of autumn falling from the maples trees.

And…as she watches this ballet of little fluttering fairies in flaming gowns of crimson, amber and gold, she REMEMBERS…yes…she REMEMBERS… that world where she once lived.

She remembers a time so long ago… when with unclouded brow… she danced with those flaming fairies and laid down with them when they fell to the ground in the backyard of the house where she once lived with her mother, father, brothers and sisters. 

Where are they now, she wonders?

And in that moment….she sees their smiling faces and hears their laughter as the aroma of that magical autumn so long ago, returns obliterating the smell of antiseptic and death.

A smile slowly creeps across her weathered face as she realizes, SHE HAS ESCAPED.

BUT THEN…the door opens………………AND THE SPELL IS BROKEN, for the wicked witch has returned.  

TIME FOR YOUR MEDICATION, ALICE…she sweetly croons, as she pulls down the blind.


Author:  Elaine George
Written:  September 4th, 2014


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Kerouac's Grave

Alone,
slicked with sweat,
and hearing the locusts’ cries deep in my neck,
I stood over the remains of Sal Paradise.
 
The spotty grass around the tombstone
was browned and littered
with trodden Camel filters
and corroded bottle caps.
 
I reached into my inspired rucksack
and discovered a Deutchmark,
forgotten like a sleepy drunk at a tavern.
I ceremonially placed it on the granite-
amid the years
and a crusty half-empty whiskey bottle
a different friend had left.
 
I hunched over the grave,
my head bowed,
but not really praying or thinking
about him.
 
And now I sit across the street,
seated by the window
in a little Italian restaurant.
I am the lone customer,
ensconced by piped-in light FM muzak.


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How to Die

At a carnival- in my dream
I saw an old man had made 
a rocket - and blasted off
I saw it go overhead and at first thought
It was a decoy
because no-one could come back to Earth safely
From such a blast
Then - I assumed because he was old 
he wanted to die in a 
Blaze of glory
Next I see his rocket turn into a parachute
And he has on snow skis and poles
We all make a space for him to land.
As he lands - the street turns into a river- 
and he manages to land upright
on the skis - on the water.
But I think then he had a heart attack
From the joy of landing 
Suzanne Delaney


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That Day, A Life Crushed

That Day, Life Crushed



I was resting on a lake dock that was in deep decay
it ran fifty yards out into the seamless water
that day my baby brother had went to swim with his friends
a normal summer day that shone with splendor
and peaceful was the soft blowing wind
only fate was awake and moving ever foward


there I was in peaceful solitude , resting
gazing at the lapping waves as they spoke
ignorant of what had taken place only moments before
the passing of a young and promising life, my brother


sun still beamed, wind still blew and life changed
a truck came racing across the bridge
I saw my best friend waving at me franticly
then I heard, I knew tragedy had befallen somebody
somebody I loved dearly


Moments later, the force of truth crushed me into a ball
it was as I feared, a death, an unimaginable horror
my baby brother was dead, my fourteen year old baby brother 
gone, gone , gone!


Electric current had destroyed his life
destroyed my life, sent me into a seven year rage
I said my goodbyes in a quiet rage and vowed that God, 
God would pay for this!
And so it began a terrible journey into a dark abyss 
one that consumed and slowly ate my soul
my soul it ate with relish and glee


I became a punisher of God!
Yes, such misery did I heap out by the bucket
by the ton and ate it's glory until-

Seven years later, light came into me as I slept
I woke one morning to find that the one punished was ME!
God had told me but I refused to hear
Now I heard and that truth crushed me again!


The road back took time but seven long years was over!
life returned, joy returned!
Majestic love returned to reclaim it's treasure-- my soul!


My soul rejoices to this day,
this day I see God stayed with me as I ran away!

I, he that runs no MORE!

Robert J. Lindley 06-30-2014

My first ever write about my brother, Billy Joe Lindley
fourteen year old and the girls adored him,
that summer electrocuted by a faulty electric pump at a 
friend's house by the river. 
1976, I think about him every day since, he was an angel compared 
to me and why, why did I live!


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9 11

                                    
                                                               
                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 




           
            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~









          


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Flowers,,,Beautiful Flowers

Flowers...beautiful flowers.

These flowers will not replace my friend.
Their beauty will soon go the way of life-
Fade and wither and then take flight.

Piled upon this mound of dirt to mark our sorrow,
Offered as a sacrifice to soothe our souls.
Petal nor thorn could save this rose.

Like flowers cut down in height of beauty,
This face that bloomed and wore big smiles,
Is covered here to rest awhile.

Then beyond the markers numbered many,
Placed in rows to make order of death,
I saw something that took my breath.

Flowers...colorful flowers...that filled
The field yet fallow...waiting for the day
When friends and family gather...and pray.

Flowers...beautiful flowers.


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My Heart Stopped Beating

Laying her back on the wall of her prison
Why was it different
It hurt more
Shocked more
Chest heavy
Grief affecting her
This terrible ache consuming every pore
Harder to swallow
It was him she's sure

She loons at me
I know the look
She's hiding behind the sofa
Saying he's been back banging on the door
I know it was the tumble dryer upstairs
Her eyes are bloodshot
A beautiful bright blue bloodshot
Wide as fish eyes
She's been pacing all night holding a knife
She's holding an umbrella
I took the knives last time she cut her wrists
She's in torn clothes as she tears at her flesh
I feel my flesh tear
That's her last nice dress
No longer nice but torn and red
I give her trousers and a belt
My own only just brought
They drown her
At least she's covered
She says he's been calling her all night on the phone
I took the phone when she smashed it on the wall
I try to think of everything
In the bathroom there's hair in the chipped shabby sink
She's been pulling it out by the roots
I feel my scalp it's sore, alien
I feel everything
I removed the scissors when she shredded her scalp cutting her hair off
Saying this is why he had her
Her long golden hair
My hair
Lithium pills
In the cabinet, too many
Too many pills
She should of taken these

She calms
I calm
Promising to take her pills, begging don't send me back to hell
But at the secure unit she's safe 
I'm safe
Says she'll have a bath and 
be better tomorrow
She's settled, I'm settled
So I leave
I'll come back in the morning
I sleep soundly
First night in months
The morning light gives me slight hope
I can't remember this feeling much

I hear a crash 
I run
I'm taking too long
Kicking the door in
I thank God for kickboxing
She's swinging from the oak beam in the ceiling
My belt around her neck
Juddering
I look for a knife
I look for scissors 
To cut her down
Cut me down
I look for a phone to call an ambulance

I feel my body juddering
My heart stop beating
The belt
The new belt
I hadn't thought about the belt


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The Red Babushka

Nineteen twenty-four and the wind was cold,
When men in uniform entered our town;
Forced us to leave in their boxcars,
Made us believe that it was for our own safety.

With no time to fix our things
We hurriedly got in the box.
And when everyone was in,
The doors were locked.

The place was hell
For not even a whisper of wind 
Could enter the place,
Nor could a light shine through its walls.

Our eyes were dry and lips cracked
Plead for just a single drop;
As four nights and days we travelled
Inside the cars with no food or water.

The box unimaginable in its very state,
For dung and human liquid fragranced the place.
Weak-hearted both young and old struggled to live
Even the strong wished not to survive.

And on the fourth day, the box went to a halt!
Survivors were singing songs to God;
“Please end this tormented journey,
And deliver us home safely.”
Light shone as the heavy doors were opened!
We dropped to our knees
Hoping the place was Paradise
But Paradise was it not for we were in Hell. 

Ironically, the gate held words
Like that as ‘Beware of the Dog.’
Written in frostbitten wood saying:
“ARBEIT MACHT FREI.”

My mind was puzzled upon seeing those,
How could labor set you free,
When labor here meant
Dying in force and agony.

Schnell! 
Jew, work or die!
Schnell!
Jew, never complain and lie!

Those were the words 
That became music in our ears,
As we bent our bones
Working for freedom that is bound.

Schnell!
Jew, form your lines!
Schnell!
Jew, the choosing has come!

And in this place we call Hell,
An Angel waits for preys.
Not to feed to its cherubim
But to the ovens decay.

Schnell!
Jew, old and sick!
Schnell!
Jew, to the ovens burn!

As the sun paints the sky red,
A gray smoke danced with the setting clouds,
And in the heavens, the old and sick smile
Grateful to be forever free from the Angel.

On and on, the days passed by
Not faster but years it seem.
Millions were killed by the monsters of time,
Feeding them to the hungry gas ovens.

Then one even night,
I dreamt of food, of home,
Of freedom and safety
And a voice calling me to follow.

I had no choice but to obey,
For in that moment I was already tired,
Sick and losing hope that once was mine
But seem to be forever lost. 

On the 16th of March,
I lied still in my shelf.
I slept forever smiling,
With my red babushka in hand.

But disappointed and angry was I
To share the very day of my death
To the birth of the Malach-ha-mavis:
The Angel of Death.


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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,

I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard the tales of terror, from others who became my friends.
And I have walked with a dark skinned woman of their tribe.
We walked in the beauty of her courage, together. Tearless. 
Tearless we both were as she spoke, for tears, only gods could cry for her.
I am a Red Skin dog.
And yet we walked together and we talked – together, fearless,
I and this swaying ebony sapling, sprung from the roots of my foes tribe.
We talked of the pitiless reality of that life she left behind, of that time
That she has left, far, far behind, like a useless scar
That has toughened over. And made her stronger. 
I learned from this daughter of my foes
That true courage is never fearless, but always stronger. Victorious,
Stronger she was by far, to this Red Skin dog
Than the thousand sons who died, in her honor. So they say. Ridiculous,
But I have heard the balance of their sins.
And for all the tales I have heard from those angry young men, and their vengeful fathers
Her horror was a thousand times more sinister. A thousand times more callous.
Horror took up residence in her home but never in her heart.
But for others, I cannot speak.
“…splinters and bursting fragments…in my mind
Ai! Tearing! Memory of tearing flesh, swallowing tears and mucus, blood and bile
…bruising and ripping garments…off my body
…filthy, familiar hands tearing at my dress…
…my legs split and broken like a wild pig slaughter, my screams smashed from my lips,
With the butt of a rifle, just used to kill a Red Skin dog…
Aieee! Clean this floor mama, mop up this spew!
It cannot be mine!
This child is not mine!
It is not mine! It is the devils own creation born in hell fire!
Born in my death! 	
Aieee! I am dead, I cannot be alive. 
I am dead and the Red Skin dogs have eaten my corpse.
Those spirits in their wingless chariot flew over the land and sea, to rescue me?
Rescue me from that black devil who said he was like Jesus to me.
I thought you were my uncle-brother…
Who else could have found us here?
Hidden away from the Red Skins and their Wingless Angels.
Only you my uncle-brother
Only you could have found us
Only you could have killed us.
And now the progeny of your evil deed suckles at my breasts
As I lie dead in the home of those Red Skin dogs you fought.”


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FOR RACHAEL

Oh sky look down on this earth of gray,
Something dreadful on the horizon looms.
There is no black and no white today,
Laws exist but justice is doomed.

Morality is labeled religion,
And must be separated from state,
Whose own religion is political correctness
And determining God's fate.

Oh heaven rain down on us,
Ae are tasting your tears.
Yes we've become that bad,
Confirming your fears,

That what has been done ,
Is being done again,
Those lessons taught,
Coming to naught.

Judges and laws make it legal,
To be rid of your innocent babes,
Under a symbol of the eagle, 
God's loving justice betrayed.

Racheal you cry the tears,
That now only heaven supplies,
Because ours have dried,
In the dust of our alibies.

Excuses and lies are linked,
As you and I know well,
The truth is all but extinct.
Truth is foreign to hell.

Oh heaven, look down on this world of gray.   
Something dreadful is watching and looms.
Is there nothing left but to watch and pray,
While Rachael wails by the dumpster tombs?


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OPEN DOOR

You left an open door, And a stranger wandered in; She straightened out The cluttered rooms And mended broken things. She wiped away the dust And stains from many tears; She brought flowers, soft music And candles for light. . . . And . . . I closed the door.


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Consume Me

Reveled in ancient times, words escape from the crevices of nature
Through soils that many have tread
The living and the dead
Eat everything and take a great big look
Something is waiting for you—someone is there for you
The history of mankind will not tell you otherwise
The vines of truth and peace surround your being
You are something new and true
And the words are willingly fleeing from my grasp
Life is a spinning top—it spins as long as you keep it going
Manmade trinkets are concepts of lives untold
Objects hold energy that are more powerful than mere words
The feeling behind the whole of it all is all too satisfying
Listen to the breeze
It whispers riddles that lift the spirits of the deep
I can hear it calling
Can you?
Humanity has closed its breadth of hearing
But they can always reopen!
Consume me—let the fires of your passion envelope me
I want to know everything I can before I leave this world behind
I want the living and the dead to be satisfied in luxuries
Luxuries of love, appetite, desire and cool water fire
There is a secret rhythmic chord in every brain
You must accept yourself
You must accept your surroundings
Let them curl all around you—let your heart turn from serpentine to
Clear fluid
Consume the waters
Consume me
Before the worms in the soil soak in what is rightfully yours
The earth will be your companion
Engorge what you may . . . but respect


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Shattered Dream: a Bride story

Come near me, my love.
Come and hold my hands.
I've been merrily waiting for you.
Can you hear that wistful piano sound?
Everyone had gathered, prayers are spoken. 
 
Come near me, my love.
Come and sit on my side.
Why can't you speak a word?
Don't you think I look beautiful in this trousseau? 
Now, wear me the ring, for I can't wait to say I do.

Come near me, my love
Come now and gaze on my face as you usually did.
Oh I wish I could dry your tears,
I wish I can smile and whisper in your ear
How grateful I am for the moments we had.

Come near me, my love
Come now and bring me flowers
Hand me a perfect bouquet of love.
Because I did love you until my end
And I will be blessing you, even in this death.


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Heavens' Doorway

One day there was an accident, and to heavens gate I was called.
As an angel sat down beside me, upon the bed I had been put upon.
Such a shining warmth ensued as it held me in its thrall.
A thought from God proclaimed, “What with your life have you done?”
Then all of life fled past me, but not as I did expect to see it done.
For all I saw and felt were things I hadn’t known I had done, and yet…
So much pain inflicted to each, with such little words and thoughts.
I never would have known such power, by one person, could be wrought.
I bowed my head in shame at the pain I knew I could not undo, yet…
Suddenly, I found myself forgiven. Yes, TRULY it was true!
Hallelujah became my amazed and impassioned cry before him, that night!
His warmth had never wavered, nor even his illustrious, wonderful light.
How could he forgive me, someone as wretched and lowly as I?
And yet, he did… and so he changed my life from then on out. 
But low and behold he wasn’t yet done with me, or so my story goes…
He sent me back to my home again… it in comparison brought me low.
But he said my work lay uncompleted, so now I must go back…
He said to stay clean and I would blossom… What do you think of that?
A veil he placed upon my eyes to remove me from the knowledge of all I’d known.
Then he sent me from his side, where I could not see him but knew he was.
Now, here I stand before you, a totally changed and humbled one.
Still, I have found I have sinned again… I know he must have known.
Perhaps some day, as I patiently wait… I’ll be allowed once more within his gate.
Only time will tell, as again I’ll feel every ones pain…
All I can say is: God Forgive Me… as I continue to wait…

(This Near Death experience really happened and changed my life.)


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Gypsies

We are the children
of the Four
A wandering race
The leaves, trees
and streams feed us
The earth, water and
winds sustain us
We belong to no man
A race so
complicated
You talk about us
with hushed voices
From behind your
hands
Always looking down
The idea of us so
precious

You don't deserve us
Never looking in our
eyes
As though the simple
mention of us will
bring you conflict
Our women so
beautiful
Seeing them leaves
the vision in your
head for days
So you look away
From our mystical,
regal creatures

As we are the
children of the
forests, rivers and
dessert
The snow in the
north
We have always been
We have always
existed
You gave us our name
It was never your
right
You called us
gypsies

You look at us and
see aluminium homes
Your curious eyes
scanning our sites
Picking up on the
old battered cars
Camp fires and dirt
Nomads fighting with
black eyes
Traveling through
these lands

You do not see our
beauty
As you are not
children of the air
A race so loyal like
thunder and lighting
Inside our homes
lives a love so vast
and thick
You can scoop it up
and eat it
It feels like candy
floss
Smells like Apple
blossom

We a deadly
protective race
Taught from years of
persecution
We learnt to only
live with our own
Wandering through
life 
Never having a home

When we burned, fire
was so angry
Our ash turned to
snow flakes
The wind was so
distraught
Our ash fluttered
over holy ground
Settled on the
barren
We grew a paradise
Earth was so hurt
you took her
children
For you paradise
will be forever out
of reach
Teasing you
Just before it's in
your grasp
The ocean washes it
away
Burning us made
water scream
You had killed the
children of the Four

We don't expect to
be understood
Our wisdom lays too
deep
The Nazis didn't
just kill and
persecute the Jewish
souls
They killed us too
Put your nose in the
air
Just so 
You can still smell
us on the wind


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Darkness Of Night

Darkness of night,
introduce me to what lurks
underneath your enchanting moonbeams.
I know that I should stay away,
yet, I am drawn to these silent things
that could easily end me.
I am not afraid of the supernatural.
I am spellbound, enraptured, mystified
by these psychotic creature's requiem dance,
that captures my soul
as it's own possession.

Darkness of night,
take me into your underworld,
where the arms of roaming specters
can totally envelope me,
like a densely tangled spider-web,
with no intention to ever let go.
Allow them to take me away,
to a deep place where, peacefully,
my dying soul can finally rest.

Darkness of night,
tell the devil only this....
he can have all of me,
to punish in any befitting manner.
I have already been through torture,
known pain, lived with loneliness,
and seen hell on earth.
The devil may care to try,
but he cannot hurt me any more.

Darkness of night,
say goodbye for me.
Shout high up to the heavens
and tell the sun it needs to shine
no longer on me.






Dark Poetry Contest



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Darkness


I once wished upon a star, 
I watched it all night long
Thinking about the things in life
and where it went so wrong.

Under the darkness of the sky,
it's hard to find my way,
My star, my hope is fading fast,
Wondering if I will see another day.

I wake up every morning, hoping the pain will cease,
if things keep going the way they are,
I will ask God for final peace.

                                                                COLLEEN MARIE BONO
                                                                      February 25, 2012


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The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


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A Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon

A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly
In the pitch black starless and cold empty night sky 
Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of 
Pure innocence, light, and goodness . . . .

Fear stirs eerily in the forlorn sound of a fog horn that’s
Blowing and crying a sad echo haunting far in the distance
It warns of the imminent arrival of a malevolent Hellspawn 
Force of absolute unmitigated evil . . . The Phantom Vampire.

As the Phantom Vampire materializes from nowhere in the 
Darkest shade of night blanketed in the thickest of fog and 
The coldest of night air . . . One can sense with utter fear 
And foreboding shivering sounds touching from the shadows
Creeping softly cold fingers down the spine with walking 
Fingers crawling inside a prism of frozen ice and in a mist 
Of souls crying in the presence of demons while yearning lust 
Of one blanket covering the sky’s face painted showing 
Hell’s own hideous face—an exquisite evil and a spirit
Drunken and moaning in an eternal fiery abyss of 
Suffering and howling sounding their own lust for pain 
Great darkness grips them who walk this troubled Earth
Without joy casting happiness to the lepers always and
Forever chained to the darkness and eating out hope
In the very end . . . . 

From this spider’s web and nest of dark perpetual evil
The Phantom Vampire transforms himself from ethereal
Form to his human form quite frightening indeed for
Any human being gazing at his grim countenance and
His most fiery red eyes glaring intently whenever he
Encounters an unsuspecting soul . . . and the sight of 
His razor-sharp canine teeth bring on convulsive fear 
In the hearts and minds of his intended victims . . . .

The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood 
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while 
Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an 
Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of 
The Undead . . . . 

As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s 
Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking 
Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives  
This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of 
The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm 
The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of 
The Almighty Lord God . . . . 

As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village
Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion
At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire
During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls 
Of our innocent people . . . .   

I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their 
Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the 
Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and 
Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the 
Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the 
Gates of Salvation . . . .

With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine 
Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the 
One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake— 
Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that 
Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire! 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic form)


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The Evening Could Not Be Better

I fork my medium rare steak
And put it into my mouth
Everything is settled and nice
The evening could not be better
My husband insists I say the prayer
After all, he hasn’t the tongue to speak
I whisper, “God was never there”
And I listen for the slightest shriek
But like God, they are all silent
In unison of emptiness
The little ones eat so little these days, dear
With their silly ipods and cellphones
Daddy will agree in drones
They’re useless little pigs…
All of my children are so quiet
So well behaved—SILENT
 
You are so well behaved tonight…
I eat them all raw and stare
Daddy always wanted me to say the prayer
But without you…without you there
The evening could not be better
You useless Pig…


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the PoEt and THEE GREATEST POEM NEVER SPOKE

WAIT!

the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!

WAIT!

where's my pen, my typer? 
my life is my art

Living passed by and the world did it's thing, rotating, tilting, and changing
but the poet sat idle, conjuring thought 
he dreamt aloud, awake 
of simple times
he drank
he smoked, lied, and bargained
yet never put into motion 
what realities he should have, could have sought 
funny how it happens for the poet
poetically tragic, this nothing whatsoever 


WAIT!

cried the overweight, medicated poet
cornered by walls of his own brain
such a creative mind wasting away
a mind with fingers
no friends, and without eyes

the Poet scurried, smelling rain one day
so he looked to the window and wrote "Thee Greatest Poem Never Spoke"
trees gave leaves to fall and winter gave way to crawl 
then blew it's load
the poet spoke again,

WAIT!

these beauteous seasons are the very reason my pen leaks prolific ink of lines so great
then spring sprung 
bells rang and flings flung
but the poet failed to dare to love
women and children and angels passed his tearful face
and he gasped

WAIT!

I must write and express and show this amazing grace
 
sadly summer came and went again
upon it's glorious exodus the poet wrote and wrote
more and more of stars he never saw 
and of rain his skin failed to feel
and of things he could only imagine
tears of everything doused the poet's pale cheek and he ate the pain which enveloped him
dim lights appeared as a nightmare 
and finally one bright light of tunnel vision sizzled his name 
the name he'd long since forgotten
just like everyone else

wait...the poet whimpered
wait... 

tho' fate 
would not,
could not,
WAIT.


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Winter

i peer
through lacy curtains
that night has sewn
upon my window

at footsteps
that lead to you

the stars weave themselves
between the clouds
of winter's loom

a cold wind howls
beneath the unseen moon

a mother's lullaby

i feel the hands of time
 gently tap
from the edge of night
and sanity

i sit alone
beneath the shadows
and watch
as my footsteps
fade to white


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Death, My Dear Friend

Those who say that Death is vile, Know Him not like I do. He mends my heart that once was two, And triggers satiety with His smile. He whisks away those with all to give: To save them from this Earth. From its horrors He gives them berth; Harbor from the wicked who live. They stagger onward, praising Life, Oblivious to Death's comfort. Unaware that there's no more hurt, While those now gone are blithe. Death, He is my grandest friend; Eternal and ethereal. At His feet I'll always kneel, And for Him, hasten my end.


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Before my soul reaches the sky

Before my soul reach's the sky.

On earth, i would climb beyond to the peak of success.

Reaching beyond the reach of my physical stretch.

Before my soul reaches the sky,victory will win the look of my face and place in my hand the torch of accomplishment.The streets i walked on will memorize my foot steps in gold.

Warm memories, left in the time of cold.

Before my soul reaches the sky,my desires and dreams fulfilled will unleash from a ruby chess,beams of contentment.

Tokens of joy left behind to be spent in memories.

In the golden places of their heart they will remember me.

Before my soul reaches the sky,i will solve the mysteries of life,but after all one mystery unsolved.

That i will solve when my soul reaches the sky.


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Slouching Toward Ferguson

His life was gentle, and the elements
so mixed in him that Nature might stand up and
smolder

bodies in unregistered cars idling softly toward oblivion

some quick to anger
some quick to profit
some quick for justice
some tigers lapping blood
some mothers still at 3AM

hands on shoulders with coos commanding
that in a tear and turned cheek there be 'integration'

parody: an orphan annie reboot
parody: 'little black sambo 'round the tiger pit he go!'

we have rioted the last of our colors
bleated them with flexed toes to the wall at the edge of the universe to reverberate starless between
eternity
nothing
and madness

we have bleated the last of our colors
with centuries gone by without tongue, sockets or lobes

we will bleed the last of our colors
some quick to die
some quick to steal
some quick to burn
some quick to 

lend me your car keys

in a night of full of Alarics
I will bury you

in a night full of piccaninnies
I will melt you to butter

in a night where flames are fishhooks
Sir I need you to step back please

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
that
we have cried Havoc
let slip
and with purple'd prose stamped this hollowed earth

We who have lived so long
Sir?
shall with our breath turned mist
I need you to
stain only under stones
step
that pave with slippery breath
back
a headline for last weeks massacre
step
and tomorrow's graves
I need you to
I drew a line in the sand and you crossed it They are not breathing
Look! Look there!
No. I will not.
He dies


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Eve of Winter

Frozen enchantress
Of beauty untold
Sought for 
The glacial summer.

Soul withdrawn 
By painful slumber.
Eyes of silence,
Cold lips of fury.

Auspice of death
Cast
The twisted tongue 
Of water.

The vile plunging
Of raging sleep
Left dreams
Of sweet revenge.

So ends 
The immortal with life
As it closed its eyes 
For eternity.


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YEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAA!

This thrill? that can kill……
Ride……..
	Feeeellll the WINDddwindddddddddd
WHIP..whip*~~~~~~~
	your skin.
G forces of sensation
	PRIMEprime the PUMPpump* for the 
s e n s oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary ~~~
deprived

Air gasping open gilled
	life near.. yet LIFE’S DEATH**…  the razor’s edged path

This thrill? 
This thrill can kill………
Yet, composure,
	s e n sayyyyyyyyyy tion
		vvvviiiiiibrbaaaaatiiiiiiioon

Die! Why die! FLYYYYYYY
RIP! ROAR! RIDE! RIDE*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
	the wind on this PRETTY UGLY** Harley's skin.
		This heartless surrogate horse
                          without FAIL SAFE**
			R I D E!

* alliteration **oxymorons


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A Moment in Death

My eyes wide open, all I see is Ebony
  A white hot Light, to the left : "to the Past"
  A Heavenly bright White Light to the right "to the Present"
  I know the path of the past : I live it every day
  Holding  LENORE’S hand entwined to Forever ,Forever
 Her Heart and mine beating as one for Eternity
 A Loving Kiss : Heavenly Bliss : Teardrops’ Mist
  I walk the path to the right, toward the Heavenly Light
 The mirage I see,  behind the White Light, unhued colors, unformed shapes
 I quicken my pace and run toward the place where I can see LENORE again
 She sits there , braiding Her long auburn hair , Emerald Eyes glistening with tears
 “LENORE” ; whispered from my mouth , why so sad; we are together again Forever
 She puts Her finger to my lips “shh my Heartbeat My LOVE, My LIFE , ALWAYS
 You are here only for a minuscule of time, You have to go back  It is not your time”
  We embrace I feel the warmth of Eternal LOVE : a Heavenly glow on Her Angelic Face
  We kiss, memories of  a distant  past flood my mind I remember the sweetness of her lips
  LENORE fades away: No , NO , Noooh  then I awake to the glare of Hospital lights
  Shimmering off the tears streaming  down my cheeks


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Test of Faith - 1

He's running out of Colour.

The Grey Seeps From his Eyes.

Nature is Turning Black.

        - Can't You Smell Their bitter Entrails? -

He Could. He felt them weave

In and out of His Senses,

Alienating his Perceptions. 

        - Count the Bodies, Count the Women 
          and The New-Borns if You Want? -

It's Just Maths. No longer

Did Time Stress Relevance.

The Sky was Red: and Empty.

         - If You Wait, They'll Come Back for You -

He Walked Through Various Flesh

Obscenities, Travelling for Miles.

But The Smell, The Smell Had Followed Him.

         - Where's Your God Now? -


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The End

            The (Pret)end(er)

His drug laced hands were trembling
Holding the cold steel blade upon my throat
Convoluted thoughts of my demise filled my mind
On this dark and dreary moonless night

Will this be my only chance
to get the hell out of my misery
Or will this little peon of a man
lose his nerve and chicken out

"Go ahead and slit my throat,
don't hesitate just kill me dead"
As I thought, the juiced up junkie 
got scared and dropped his guard
            
My hands weren't shaking, my blood ran cold
I didn't care about my lost and lonely life
He should have killed me, taken me out
I grabbed the blade and butchered the bastard

Now he's gone to meet his maker
Most likely sent to the depths of hell
His waste of a life is now wasted
No longer a meandering menace to mankind




Dark Poetry Contest
08/10/2014


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Darkness Wraps My Pain

Darkness Wraps My Pain


I was born to this flesh 
A slayer in pain 
No regret, no remorse 
Gold and pleasure my gain 
I never wanted love 
Nor did I want joy 
I found death a trip 
Where I once was open
Now I hide in darkness 
A slayer of souls
Seeker of agony on all
Ageless shadows grace
My tomb within hell's
Ripping dungeons that
Eat the screams of
Torn bodies and cut
Out hearts scattered on 
The blood soaked floors
I was born a slayer 
A slayer that delights
In agony wrapped in anguish
his, hers , yours
give me a choice I
chose all.....

Robert Lindley
05, 23 1980

note: This is from long ago.
A very dark time in my life.
Must have been wasted because
no ryhme.. lol


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Ascending Epiphany

I realize limitation
	Is an illusion.
My destiny is without
	Boundary.
		Looking,
Beyond death. Beyond the periphery 
Eternal Incarceration
Cosmic chaos is cooking...
	Infinite combinations
In infinite situations
Attuned yet unaware,
A universe of oppositions
Frequency and energy
Space, matter 
A spiraling dichotomy.

an ascending epiphany.


11-27-14

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A New Dawn

   After cancer and after surgery 
I returned to work and the [poetry scene
  My eyes have seen the face of death 
 I continue to hope 
that one day the various peoples 
of the world will get along 
  I realize that the tides of peace 
arrange themselves 
   in patterns which are difficult for us to understand 
     After all - we are mortal and fallible 
Yet there strength 
   in all of us 
Which comes forth 
in the most trying of circumstances


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FOR FELISHA CAT

You walk through my thoughts
With the same sure-footed command
You walked through the house.
Your pitter-patter of feet
Pounds like a drum in my head.
No bowl in your special corner...
You thrive on the meat of my mind.
No wrinkles on my bed
Where your purring body slept...
Just my heart, crumpled
By the weight of your absence.
Gold-green eyes
That flashed warmth like a smile
Now bring hot tears
To my eyes in remembrance.
My lap is empty and cold...
It cannot hold memories
Full and warm, 
Alive with your image 
And the comfort you were.
You walk through my thoughts...
And the pain of your footprints will pass.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

Contest: Animal Poem
Sponsor: Regina Riddle: Judged 9/30/2014
~First Place~


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CARPENTER

cluck! cluck!! cluck!!

He hammers a nail into the hardwood,
wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky.

He examines a curve on the casket he is making,
he is dissatisfied, he grabs a chisel and begins to chisel away carefully.
As every splinter of wood falls to the ground he nods his head in satisfaction,
he stops to wipe more sweat from his brow
he mutters something to himself,
looks up to the sky angrily and curses the heavens for the heat.

But isn't it man who brought the sun closer?
well, that is what the govt official who came to our village told us,
"global warming" he called it.

I wonder why he labours so hard to make this ugly reminder of death look perfect,
the dead do not care about aesthetics,
I do not think they care so much what happens to their bodies here bury it, burn it, they get a new one either way.


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EYES

EYES

The round-of-life scene,
Hope of hereafter,
An aspect between

Movement hinders sight      and more
A sandy beach
Spread at the shore

Glaze      crust    an itchy lid
Harsh chemicals
A thousand things hid

But now I lay me down,
Bright years in favor,
Beloved benevolent of the town

Lids drop comfortably,
A flesh-fast wall
See this dusty saffron galaxy -

All speculation, mind,
Based on ancient sacred text,
On human eyes, script of the time –

This mellow – now beige – array
Of swirling, tiny specks sifted,
Some far brightness on display

Beyond could be angels awing
So white, inner eye barely detects
But soul might hear them sing

More glorious than Cologne,
Alpine, or billowing clouds,
Their sweet voices whisper, moan

Forgot the body prime -
That ultimately false prison -
In this thoughtless region sublime

Dave Austin









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That's not me

That's not me in that box
I'll not be shrouded 
Or cushioned on silk
Do not dress me in Cotten
Perfect me for heaven
I shall let nothing contain me
As it's just a shell
All muscle and sinew
Fibre and hair
Nothing I need now 
As I am 
As air

That's not me in that box
Perfectly place
I'm not beautifully made up
Hands praying on chest
That's not me in that box 
Nothing shall hold me
As God created me
My soul was set free

My love
That's not I
Looking like china with alabaster skin
Close your eyes, listen
Do you not see
Slight change in the atmosphere 
As you stand close to me
Please say you feel the warmth on your chest
As I snuggle into you
I breath in your neck
If your fingers tingle
I'm holding your hand
I promise ill do this as long as I can
The smell of white musk
Creak on our stairs 
That's me my love
I'll stay with your here

Mum, dad
It's not your girl 
In a casket of oak
I can be part of the wind
Or anything I like 
I can be for you 
The warmth of the sun
Shimmer of leaves as dusk moves in
I'll be your comfort 
As you cry and can't breath
I'll hold you up if you stumble and scream
I'll be for you
Whatever brings ease
I'll be memories of autumn, summer or spring
Tangled Christmas lights and blackberry picking
Warm hot baths
Water bottles in winter 
For you I'll be anything
That could make this easier

That is not I 
Sealed within oak and cushioned on silk
I am everything
As everything is me
I'll stay with you all
For as long as you need   


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On Blood's Own Sand

Courage held In heart of Lion 
Celtic memory of ancient reunion 
In arena of Death's bloody passion 
Lion's fight for life the prize 
Swords held high salute the Caesar 
Two giants hold their swords down low 
Back to back now Celtic Lions 
The Caesar drops his mighty hand 

As pipes they began churning tunes 
lamenting sadness sails across oceans 
eternal darkness envelopes grief 
in victory a crowd roars kill 
within lust rising a mob salute 

Thoughts fall back to ancient homeland 
Mighty Arrach sacred mound 
Sun In golden light descending 
Emerald green this sacred land 
Professions of Love given 
Warrior queen does take my hand 
Peace and Love once In a Celtic land 

From hibernia out of a mist 
one lonely teddy bear at sea 
dressed in her green attire 
sparkling shades her jewels 
caressing rocks at her feet 
shores washed by the great atlantic 
kissing white foam spray 

Mighty mountains stand together 
Weapons crashing thunders song 
As enemies strong advancing to destroy a Celtic song 
Yet heart sings eternal memory 
Ancient pride Celts viper sting 
Blood rising crowd passion 
Cheering death In passions' thrall 
Celts In storm of fight 
Ancient memories golden passion comes 
In Pride and honour 

we are a fighting race of warriors 
groomed in our mothers songs of freedom 
sail a world over wild geese 
defending with pride in great honor 
strong our calling haunting deep waves 
we are the children of a nation who cry 
mourning in the spirit drunken sings out 
in prayer kneeling down welcoming freedom 
red flowing a river soaks battles soil 
another fight one bites the dust


A Collaboration by Liam Mc Daid & Michael Clarke.


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The Old Woman

Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
crumbled
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all 
but distant memories 
and moments carved 
treasured wooden dolls 
faces and form 
now whittled away
unrecognizable.
Lines and furrows etch 
the frail countenance
struggling in vain to see
a fast approaching 
destiny.
Daylight dims as twilight fades,
and lurking in the corner there,
A Dark Shadow
smiles. . . . .
as the old woman waits 
Alone.


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Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


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My Season of You

Your season brought you to me
You traveled on a winter's wind
So crisp, refreshing, the possibility of you
You floated lightly across my mind and into my heart
It's as if you weren't real, then you weren't real
As mysteriously as you came, you left
Leaving with me thoughts of you; how you'd be when I finally met you
...kind, considerate, strong, thoughtful
I'd imagined you so many ways... most of all, here
I felt your warmth through your eyes; your smile
But, I sensed sadness; a pain that I reached for to free you
But I couldn't free you, but Him
I could only make it soft
... until He came
... to lighten your burden
... and He came when I wasn't looking
You knew and didn't tell me
But, you tried in special ways and it worked
I look back and still have you, but never did
... but still do
... signs of you
... feelings of you
... memories of you
A season's memory


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On MY Dying Day


                               On my dying day


   one year ago today, on a cloudy rainy morn
   I have bad news, my doctor said
   The cancers back and growing fast
   in a year you will be dead

   today's the day, a year is past
   I am laying in a bed
   I am wired for sound, tubes everywhere
   Waiting with a lot of dread

   my feet are cold, my lips are numb
  No feeling in my hands
  I want some water on my lips
  Can't anyone here understand?

  Hi Mom HI Dad I am glad that you are here
  I can see you by the Light
  Reach out your hands, I am fearful now
  I have always feared the night

  There is no one left down here but me
  All the rest are gone
  Wars, car wrecks and evil ones
  Have taken  all of them away

  The end is now, I sense it now
  My worldly life is done
  I guess, to myself, when looking back
  Its been a lot of fun

  Just hold my hand as I come to you
  Don't let me slide away
  I have nothing left on earth to do
  At last, I am coming home to stay


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What I deserve

Devastated, destroyed, i am a little toy. 
A little doll, broken, beaten.
I deserve it all, for all the scars and all the pain.
I've caused too much, I must suffer the rain.
It will not wash away my sins, but drowned me instead in them.
I wont scream, you wont hear my silent cries.
Ill take what I deserve. 
I deserve to die.


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HANDS IN THOUGHT

HANDS IN THOUGHT

Paganini, with his bony, white hands,
In the graveyard,
Playing for the dead

What a thought!
All that cold, weathered stone,
The few leafless trees,
What a diseased sort of scene

And the great Italian violin virtuoso,
So thin, so hook nosed,
Courting Satan
So they thought

Hands of old grandfather disturb,
Reminding the hour,
Pointing up

For sure, the fiddler,
Weird, stick of a man,
Was headed south,
Or so they thought

And so this crazy fiddler thinks,
At his late hour,
Hands hanging limp

Rage?
No
Hands clasped in prayer?
No 

Just a chuckle
At the outrageous thought
Of being no more

Dave Austin





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Test of Faith - 2

Every City, Every Town, Every Village,

More Charred Gore. It Seemed to Multiply

With Destination. He Peels Flesh off his Boots.

             - Your Sins are Faster than You -

Ignoring the Internal Monologue, Not of His

Own Creation, He Breaks The Roads, and

Treks The Marshes and the Hills.

             - Nowhere is Untouched, Keep Moving,
               The Black Cloud has Shifted -

It began to Rain, The Empty Heavens Spat

Precipitation in Volumes With Such Velocity,

His Skin Curled and Raised in Resistance.

              - Grant Yourself Solace in Sleep -

Sheltered By an Untouched Great Oak, He Rested.

His Eyes Counted Raindrops as he Closed

Them. He Wants to Wake Up, Something's Wrong.

               - This Ground Has Gone Sour -

The Scratching Woke Him Up. His Eyes

Caught Nothing. Slowly He Rose to his Feet,

And Examined the Now Decrepit Putrid Tree.

               - Abandon Hope, We've Found You -

The Etchings of a Madman, One Hundred Times

Into The Bark of This once Unspoilt Piece of 

Nature, He Needs to Leave This Place.

                - You Taint The Ground You Walk on -


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Test of Faith - 3

The Crimson Ashes of Countless Meat

Hung in The Air Around Him. He Holds

His Hands over His Eyes, and Strives on.

             - We're Going To Bleed You Dry -

The Light Diminished, and His Vision

With it. Something is Behind Him, 

He Felt the Burn of its Stare.

             - And Then The Day Turned To Blood -

Through the Door of a Vacant House,

He has to Hide. The Empty Bedroom

Has a Lock. He Feels its Presence Near.

              - It's About to Happen -

He hears the Scratching at The Door,

And Rummaging Through Dim-Light 

Finds an Acutely Sharpened Knife.

               - We Can Feel Your Heart Squirming -

The Room Sank to Jet, The Door Burst From

Its Hinges. Something Hit him Hard, And Sank

Through his Flesh. He Drops The Knife.

                - Welcome To My Kingdom -

   


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Do You Hear Me?

do you hear me
when I cry out
in the middle of the night?
do you hear me
when I grieve for
a brilliant light gone out?
do you feel me
when I long for your love
though your heart has gone still?
do you see me
kneeling by your grave
unable to pray?
do you still believe in me
where ever you've gone
and I'm here alone?
do you see me
gasping for breathe
since the moment you left?


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The Students into Terrorism

The students live in Peshawar
Which is city of flowers
University of terrorism.

The students don't know what is the religion
They don't understand about Jehad 
Actually they have no interest on these...

They love cricket, football, hockey, athletics, cartoon, movie
They read literature, science, history, geography, mathematics
They respect humanism with their god gifted smile
They write poetry about nature...

Unfortunately they are killed by some rented learned killers
The students were not enemy of the killers...

Both are victims by naked politics  
They become two faces of the world.

Believe me dear children
I am crying...
The soul of India is crying...
The Almighty is crying...

We are powerless in the world like you
We have only tears for you...

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


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I Just

A lifeless body
A hollow shell of what once was
She once spoke with passion
Laughed at a simple joke
She loved fiercely
An unconditional love
She was so happy
Shone brightly from the inside out
But then it all changed
She spoke scarcely
They saw sadness in her eyes
Eyes that shimmered with unshed tears
What had happened to this girl
Why had she lost her shine
Now she lays motionless on the ground
The blood pools under her
She's curled up
As if to ward off cold
Written on the wall are bright red letters
"I just wanted some one to care"


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ROULETTE

ROULETTE

My twisted mind
Had everyone blind
No symptoms
Not a single sign!
 
I want to forget everything,
Living a life of no regrets,
Facing the sun
Ignoring my debts
Wiping of the cold sweat,
Taking another drink from my sweet tea set.

My life, a game of “RUSSIAN ROULETTE,”
there is no positive or negative.

A game of slip and slide,
Opened wide
Put a gun inside
Staring down the barrel
A quick pull trigger, gone sterile 
I give thanks to another day.

Madness, I've gone insane
Lots of money down the drain.
Initiated gum pops,
Broken lemons drops,
Tainted temples,
Upon another turn,
I dream of no shame!
Always saying 'NEVER!'
To this life, I scream “WHATEVER!"
HIT ME AGAIN! 

by;p.d

I wrote this poem, 
and dedicate the poem to my gambling addiction... 
ha ha, I miss it... he he he.... JK 


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A WISH

"I Wish"

I wish I could blow air into your little lungs, 
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world. 
Hold your little body warm, 
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....

I wish, 
I could look into your daring eyes, 
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson 
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts! 
~~~
O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
~~~
How I wish you could be, 
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?
I wish I could find the reasons now, and not wait until I die.

Mostly, I WISH Mommy could fix this.

Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013 
RIP March 25, 2013

----------
by;PD  :-(


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A SOLDIER- I WAS

Lonely I was when I stood staring at the sky
Had a gun in my hand, was too afraid to cry
Fought bitter battles and never lived to tell
How at the altar of freedom, my body fell

My soul searches for reasons as to why I died
Did I save my people, had I tried?
Do they remember me, my deeds, my name
Are they proud of me or did I bring them shame

My battered body stood testimony to my fate
My heart had stopped in a battle brought about by hate
I had screamed in pain, and shivered with fright
But before I died, I did put up a fight

Remember me, my beloved country
It was I, my men, who brought you victory
I fought to the last bullet in my gun
I was a soldier, I was your son


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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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- Eternal Breath -

I have been to your grave to lit a candle for you today
Can not find peace as long as I have grief and the loss is in my heart
Emptiness is so difficult, an empty bed, an empty chair and an empty room
You have shown your love touched so many hearts
Done more on earth that many of us can only dream of
Here at your grave I'm trying to build a bridge that leads me to you
My heart cries, tears like blood in my veins
There is not a day that goes by without longing for your safe warm arms


Walking along on the beach brings comfort to my soul
You will find me here in my sad silence
Feels as if the waves will devour my thoughts
Can I lift myself up from this deepest dark
Are our souls bound together forever
Illusion, or you can hear my thoughts and screams


It feels like I'm dying slowly .... little by little
I kneel here at your grave, alone
The day has come, my journey without you
All words will be poor. . . I do not say goodbye
.... until we meet again dear .....
Rest in peace - rest in Heavens Flower Meadow






31.10.2013
A-L  Andresen :)

(1st place in the contest)



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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


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My Cremation

I fear, indeed, that I will be long forgotten,
for this skin is nothing but kindling for the fire,
these bones will be ashes for the air,
these eyes will be eyes for the blind,
these organs will be donors for the lost;
I fear, indeed, that I will be a shadow,
suck the marrow from my bones
and this life still won’t be enough.
These grudges I hold are holding me back,
this life were living will never be intact,
I lack confidence to produce
but this girl will be the black in the back of your mind.
I will be a shadow, a dark place,
where you can see hope through a microscope,
and peace on the pinpoint of your finger.
To never suffer means never to have lived,
for without one you cannot have the other.
I fear, indeed, of death,
that I will never forgive life,
drain out my blood and give it to the next man,
give my lungs to those who haven’t sighed,
and my heart to those who haven’t loved,
as if pursuing the sun ever had purpose.
I regret glancing instead of seeing
all those rainbow raindrops,
and freckled sunrises,
the candied coffee,
and all this mysterious mess.
My cremation will never be a forest fire,
will never ignite souls with sadness,
will never infect doors with disappointment,
will never move emotions with agony,
will never crush hearts with hurt.
Let them spread my ashes among mountains,
my flesh growing as a dandelion.
Let them let my ash stir into streams,
my bones ingested by majestic animals.
Let them dance.
Just a grain of sand that touches
one other grain of sand,
that crushes many other grains of sand,
and we will stand as an ocean,
and fall as a tear,
so small we are,
but tall is near.
Grasp my hand to his,
and his to hers,
and hers to your mothers,
and brothers to yours.
Let us dance over the ashes
and the bodies that beat,
clap our hands to the music,
sing loud,
and stomp our feet.
Let us forgive but not forget,
let go with no regrets.
My cremation will never be a forest fire.
I fear, indeed, not of being forgotten
but of how I will be remembered. 


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Senility

The rainbow of reason ends
With a pot of gold and jabberwocky.
When hippocampus dwells in solitary,
       silent,
              eerie,
                    forgotten dormitories
of the expatriated mind.


In planned visits 
To familiar spaces,
When elapsed faces are still hailed with fervor, 
         and hasty,		
                 eager,
                      vivid candor,
As though they had never gone.


Deep in thought
In cavernous bowels tangled lost, 
Remote repartees recurring restlessly. 
          Cautious,
                      wary,
  	                    and ever leery	
of echoing footsteps anxiously nearing, as though someone might overhear. 


As even eyes fail to mirror
The twilight of past vigor,
Speaking in feeble voices muddled beneath walls,
            beneath walls,
	           beneath walls,
	                     beneath walls.
Walking politely in ancient, and empty, imaginary halls.


The stars stop still and unfleeting
Listening to last breaths, and the heart’s last beating,
To hearken timid last words from the past's last illusions,
            past apparitions,
                         past veritas
                                   past delusions,
Where celestial alae still go a-flutter with lost aspirations.


When the frail hand that once held and sheltered
Cannot even rattle dandelion clocks,
Or crush delicate imago wings into dust,
          and caress, 
                  and feel,
                           and touch, 
Save for Elysian veldts
Where the rainbow of reason ends.



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Life Is Here - Death Will Come


   Pick the roses of life - before they wither and dies
   Enjoy life now - every second has its beauty
   Let yourself be grasped by the sun's sweetest wine
   You're like a little seed planted here on earth
   The seeds are planted to grow - grow in full bloom
   we are removing weeds away
   Plant new seeds - they are the sum of your life
   What color are your flowers - does not matter
   You do not need wealth nor diamonds
   Start each day with a smile and rush all the possibilities in life
   Live your life in happiness - taste it - smell it and feel it
   Today is life - do not wait for tomorrow
   We do not decide how far life is
   but we decide how our life should be used
   The day you were born heaven lent you a soul
   When your days are over, the earth will lend you a grave





04.01.2014
A-L  Andresen :)


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THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL

A tomb
So chill    so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus'd
Her warted    weaving spire
In eerie    midnight sun

A womb
Come    bubble    bubble down
In gloom the vaulted way

To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day

Profound
Black    iron gargoyle's heads
Resounding    deathless    ringing

To hear
The swaying    sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing

"TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM  (eumm - eumm)

TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM  (eumm - eumm)


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a complex number

I'm half-way through this one..,
and long before it becomes one,
I usually erase the
entire thing
I chose to call a poem.

But after a while, one thinks,

That like energy,
the truth radiates in spurts..

That continuity is a daydream,
That all growth is involuntary,
That not all coincidences are coincidental.


...


Like things, people too die,
and, that just like the root of a negative one,
One too, was an imaginary i.


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A Whistle in the Breeze

Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, 
and this story . . . 

Here, let me take your hand
and I'll fluff up that pillow for you
How odd that the wind is nowhere today-

Whistle a happy tune for me, love
Don't you always say that whistling
calls the breeze, invites it in?
It's never failed before,
just as seeing you never fails
to put a smile on my face
...I can almost forget the pain
Whistle for me, and I shall sing for you

This is how I've always imagined us,
in a garden, the wind tickling the leaves
as we both immerse ourselves
 in music and laughter,
with the birds joining us in our song...

Just hold my hands, keep them warm
as we bask in the sun's golden rays...
seems like forever since I've felt it

Don't be afraid to close your eyes, love
I'm just here
...let me watch over you for once
You haven't slept for days, 
let me do this 
and sing you a lullaby

Hush, wind, hush
let my voice soothe his heart this time

I can feel your pulse-
it beats so much faster
as mine slows down, slipping...
much like the sun slips from my eyes,
my final sunset.

Forgive me, love,
 for leaving you this way
I know you wanted to be awake when I go
But you've been so tired,
and I don't want to see your eyes' lights die
as my own flicker and fade

It's better this way, believe me

The two of us imagining a garden,
hand in hand

As the wind breezes past,
so shall I...
forever in your breath, my love
dwelling in your heart, fanning those flames

and when you feel that wind has left you,
remember what you always do...
 Whistle and I am there




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My maternal grandparents were my inspiration for this,
 so this holds a special meaning for me. 
This actual scene didn't actually transpire, although certain events inspired 
what happened in this poem.
My grandmother was a soprano, my grandfather did always say that, to 
whistle to call the wind... Even if she was 11 yrs younger, she died 12 years earlier 
than he did. Theirs was a beautiful love story. 


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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Anticipation


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Moors Murderous

Our moorland flowers sleep deep in the peat,
tamped into loam, sad strays without homes,
secrets silent as your taciturn, inscrutable soul.
We listen for whispers in the gorse-sharp wind:
the voices that plead are feeble - we pay no heed.

Imagine me Hitler's whore, a leather-clad death camp doll.
Twine your tormentor's hands in the Aryan hair
you adore, bleached white as bones.
Coldly hard, insert yourself like a knife,
cervix-deep, your body churning inside me

as if ploughing this wild furrow where we lie,
a tangle of sighs, deaf to the cries of the ones who died.
Pulp me into stinking soil, pulverized cotton-grass.
Your eyes reflect sinister storm-stained skies,
heather-shaded hills in misted light.

I cannot explain why you excite.
The thudding axe whacks you coolly delivered
throb through me. I grasp sinewy fingers
that have wrung out last gasps, strangled, slit throats,
taped a sonata of screams for our secret pleasure.

Do you feel me shiver, or hear a thin sliver
of a cry? The steel-silver light is a killer -
I close my eyes to the too-bright.
And after, picnicking. Sandwiches on a shallow grave,
stream-chilled Rhine wine. Trophy photographs.

We loom larger than this lofty landscape
while far below us the oblivious city flickers.
Yes, the sky is darkening like a stain,
and what occurs, what falls, will not be rain
but reactive fallout from our dark deeds.



Myra Hindley and Ian Brady committed the infamous 'Moors Murders' in the UK in the 1960s


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Early mourning

I sift through his Taoist rants
searching the brilliance and madness
for something to make sense; to inspire.

And he does not insult me
with the dust of dead men
though dust is what remains.

Ash falls through my fingers,
as promised, plenty of his own decay,
pure and uncontaminated,

his spirit whispering remembrance;
his legacy blowing in the wind
captured in my heart and lungs.
______________________________


*Loss contest November 3rd, 2012


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The Task

The old screen door still welcomes me
    .. a familiar face, just as before
but after this...who'll pass this way?….
Will they use the rug and wipe their shoes?...
Swipe away the grime and mud?
 .....Or will they even care?

I feel my pulse and lungs collide
I take a breath...and step inside

She lived alone, the last to go....
one amber dawn when skies were clear
silently, without fanfare....
death wafted through these hard wood floors
and took more than a glimpse of her

I've been asked to sell the house,
to clear it out, and set it right…
                                                                            
Somehow, seems wrong…. 
a trespass on the throne of  life
that was softly lived
behind the gate, where thirsty roses bloom, and wait…

I hesitate….
to disturb the lace on drop leaf tables…
disgrace the quiet of the gloom
open drawers, snoop and sort, ….a pruning, 
of the good, the used, from worn and torn

My hands are able, but my heart declines..
what isn’t mine, to toss, to find, to mark, and label…

I hear the echoes, in each room…
along with swishings of my broom…
and the dust motes in the window light
like glitter in the afternoon…
reminders of old sparks ingnited
where cozy logs had offered light
keeping her last nights warm..…

The whirling sound of winds outside… 
whispered breaths of weaving looms
the treadled sounds of sewing hems..
peddled feet, and bustling, rustling
and those of clattering pans and potting blooms…

There are questions I want to ask
tho’ I can’t recall just what they were
no matter now….with no one here
I must be focused….on my task…
it must be done…

And now, …as doors of dark begins
I see, somehow, that fate moved in….
I am glad that I, with my two hands…
have witnessed with a smile, unplanned,
A life once new, until the end

I hold it all, and always will
her life, I held in loving hands

I stand here in the halls of night
content, I'll leave without regret
companioned by a day well spent…

                    I've been within …her company
     


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The Grand Reunion

The time will come...Then, let me lie easy in a box of natural pine
And please, no bouquets of store bought flowers will I want
Give the money instead to a soup kitchen, they need it more
A flower from your garden or the fields will do just fine

I'd love music; if there is I will hang around a little longer
Just listen as the soft breeze blows, I'll be whispering good byes
Should it rain that day, I'll dance in the puddles as I did as a child
Filled with excitement as cool drops rivulet down my face

As music wafts upon the wind, perhaps I'll frolic bare feet in lush green grass
Perchance it'd be a sunny day, I'd twirl in fields of golden wheat
Then anxiously, run to the whitest of white, sugar- fine sands
Stand on blue green ocean's edge; be teasingly chased by crested waves

Suddenly, I'd realize that I have all eternity; that time no longer has claims on me
I'd stand upon an ageless boulder; feel the vibration of rolling waves
All the while laughing as the ocean sprays cool mists gently wash my face
As I await the awesome moment - the grand reunion of light to light

~*~
For Paula Swanson's "When" Contest


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Poetry Assignment

It was “Death” you drew.
You rolled that slip of paper
between your fingers 
thin as onionskin, 
and dropped it in your pocket.
Pastel lady, 

did you wish to spare 
us? You fluttered fingers 
over the basket, and drew out 
“Patio Party,” 
a subject we must address 
before we meet again.

How many great poems 
have been penned on Death? 
How many on a
Patio Party?


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The Great Swan

"Who's woods are these anyway' .

Who's woods that I  dwell .

The house of Usher I know so well.

I seek to skate on the frozen lake.

These's woods are deep, dark, weak.

Though I would dance like a swan if I could.

The lake is always frozen this time of year.

How I love the night woods that covet me.

Under the bulging night skies of death.

Beyond the place of wrath and tears.

I would dance upon the lake till not.

Alluring ,always caressing in gentle touch.

I would be remembered as " The Great Swan".

Though here I sit in my bed chamber of death.
And wait for God to call my name.  



1pm wed.  7 / 24 / 2013,,,,,  " house of Usher" stands for death,,, " right"   the woods are a metaphor for the sick body .


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Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.


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Why Is It

Why is it that pressure feels so heavy?
When pressure isn't solid.
Why is it that tears of anger hurt more?
When anger isn't sorrow.
Why is it that life is a challenge?
Life should be a gift.
Why is it that car was there?
In that right place. At the wrong time.
Why must I live my days in memory?
Ten years still don't block that moment.
Why can't I be stronger?
Make you proud of me. I know you're watching.
Why is it that you didn't look the same?
In that bed. In the hospital.
Why did I hug that woman?
The one who hit you. She brought a plant.
Why did I say 'She'll be okay.'?
I hoped. Knew it wasn't somehow.
Why did it have to happen right after our phone call?
Two more seconds you'd still be here.
Why are we left with all these questions?
Spoken out into empty air.
Why am I still here?
There must be something I'm meant to do.
Why?


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RIP Heath Ledger

You've portrayed the lives of many
A soldier, a son, a dad, and the enemy

Who I ask, shall portray your life
In a story to reveal your demise

The Big Screen carries your legacy
Your family keeps quite a memory

Her Daddy she can always see
By watching his movies on T.V.

Such a talent you beheld
Quite a story to be a tale

"Why so serious?" as Joker will say
One of the favorite roles you play

Far to young, to go away
May you rest in peace where you lay

A knight in shining armour you'll be
When again your face, your family will see.

for Chriss Matt's contest: Gone too soon***
hope you enjoy...LOVE Miranda Lambert, A.K.A *Randa*


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Shock and Awe, Coming Back Home

My friends come home draped in flags 
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
..............................................................

I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
 Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
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There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...








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Raven's Flight

She walks silently through the mist.
The headstones reach out to grab her.
She searches for her grave.
No, it doesn't say Raven, not yet anyway, 
But it does hold her heart and her soul.
Her child, small and helpless without a mother.
Her husband, alone, unable to be comforted in her arms.
She runs now, afraid she will never find it.
Finally she sees the marble monument,
She sits down on the grave.
Her fingers tracing the words,
Names etched in the hard stone for all eternity.
She struggles again with her decision.
Will others think her a coward or a hero?
Does it matter at all what they think?
At last, she makes her decision, 
Tears stream down her face as she raises the pistol,
And sends it flying into the mist.

By Christi Kopp
For the Contest "Among the Dead"


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One Day is not Enough

One day alone is not enough
To measure universal love
Sculptured in her embodiment
One day alone is not enough
To tell treausre greatest of my heart
Besides the shrine where I serve my Lord.
One day alone is not enough
To fill the void that was her love
And set her caring worthiness apart
And honor her with honey words.

This mother's day then
May day shall blow blues again
And moon to dark I descend
The shrivelling path of pain.
What flowers on her grave
Can fend away the gloom
Of loss? No card can crave
The her eyes' bloom like petals
Withered now within the grave
I vested soul and all to save
You for the gallery of my stars
And finite so the thing I prove
How death can any mortal move
And mother's day make scars.


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Under the Tall Trees

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, lost, remarkable.

Of no merit;
forgotten, under the tall trees.

And bury him;
No accurate history serves.

Under cross;
buried in sand,
buried in dirt.

His face will carry forth,
past this miserable state.

To birth,
to die;
forth not.

Behold;
of man, 
of earth.

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, found, 
frozen in time.


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Sunshine Flowers

The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head  :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the Spring
The Golden weed, the Dandelion , reflects the yellow Halo Floating in the Sky
Knowing Life is short ,the Dandelion dots the Summer landscape
With Her Halo turning White, She calls the Wind and flies through the rays of the Sun
Goldenrod waits until summer is  nigh o’er before waving elegantly 
To the Yellow orb, warming her roots, She melodiously  Sings Forever be Your Glory 
The Goldenrod , humbly  Hums Hymns : to the very Eye of  a Loving GOD 
Yellow Roses speak of the Memories : “watching  the grass “Sportsman’s WAVE””
She sees the Glory of Nature : more Beautiful with each Magnificent  : Sunrise
Yellow Roses, petals so Silky Soft, holding in “ Remembrance “  a long Lost “ LOVE “
The “ AquaRose “ that Grows, in the deep Caribbean Sea “4 miles North of Aruba” 
Screams For the Sun, from her watery Grave, Yet she shines in a sea of  “ Sapphire   
                                                 " Blue " 
The Depth of the  “Blue sea, the Blue Sky above” Shadow  the glow of Sweet  
                                            "  Sunshine "
       Inspired by the Contest : " Flowers " : Sponsored by Francine Roberts
             Dedicated To my LOVES : " Barbara Jean "  & " Lenore Ellen "
              Author's Note : I Hope this is Read the way it was Written
                  YOUR Liege ALWAYS, LOVE : HGarvey Daniel Esquire
                                                7th Place win


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My Dog Lady


My dog is full of life and glee
But gentle and kind as should be.
She sits beside me day and night.
I have no fear that she will bite.
When troubles come we see them thru.
We live in a house of silvery white and golden hue.

And then she died.
Oh such a day.
The sorrows were heavy.
The tears they ran.
I am now alone in our golden span.
Remember her well.
Forget her not.
To honor her memory I chose this spot.
Remember her well.
Forget her not.
The joy she gave.
The love she got.


This was the 1st poem I wrote for school at 11 years old. My 1st dog
and constant companion had just died.
Now 50 years ago. By Carol Eastman
Contest: Small poem II: Motif: Epic


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The Lovely Bones

Window-watching, the silver clenched in his palm like a charm,
his loneliness sifting snowflake patterns
through ashy argent winter light.
In the shadow-shuttered green shingled house
the lucent beauty of lovely bones, keeping him company.

The eyes of the first one, serene and soul-open,
were mirrors in which he admired his reflection.
He softly stroked her to sleep - body a pulsing pearl,
her last gasp to grasp him, a quick breath in and out;
that candle flame wane, spasms quietening to calm.

Antidote to emptiness - another fortuitous find ensnared:
her vivacity a kaleidoscope mix of light; psychedelic-bright
bubbles blown to illumine the dark cave of his mind
where bestial images crouched.
Love-hate declarations imprinted, bitten deep on her cheek;

hands around the slim-stemmed lily of her throat.
He wept tortured tears over two; soul-screams in unison,
sweet suffocation in the laburnum-gold fronds of their hair -
he only wanted to hold them heart-close, gulping essence like oxygen.
Their heaped lovely bones: a rick of sticks under the crackling corn.

Awake through the painful bruise of night,
carving grand plans, serrated blade in surgeon-steady hand.
Peering through warped shutters into endless empty light,
his many masks impenetrable, soul-screens intact.
Poised under icicle precipice; his and their fates intertwined.


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My Hell

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
me
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger being.
icy breezes come
they whisper to me
they say I'm bad
they call me to them
the breezes dance
hug me
covering me
hiding me from the light
shielding me from hope.
falling deeper
only down
my eyes are taunted
I see people
the ones I know
love
they are hurt
hurting
by me
I have betrayed them
left them
I am hurting them
it is me
but I can't stop.
my mind is plagued
sick
new thoughts
 every second
comes a new terror
a cruel joke
all a prank.
only deeper do I fall
light is disappearing
becoming dimmer
fading fast.
all a game
for one person
the puppeteer
the ringmaster
the man in the
mask
the one who is running the show
the show that is me.
he sees me falling
he laughs
I can't see him
but he is there
everywhere
teasing my brain
taunting my senses
he hates me
he wants to hurt me.
he throws it
the knife
I feel the pain
running up my leg
showing my bones
releasing my blood
it is blue
my blood is cold
it splatters my face
sprinkling my features
dotting them with blue
the blue liquid drips
jumping onto my tongue
I taste dirt
my blood is dirt
blue is all I see
blue is all I become
I am blue
blue is me.
a distant shout
who is it?
a cry for help
surely
the sound is mangled
twisted
young
desperate
hopeless
mine
the sound is mine
I shut my mouth
but I still hear it
chilling my blue blood
ringing in my ears
shaking my breathing
jump-starting my heart
then it's over
the scream has ceased
and silence returns
sounding more deadly than ever before.
still falling
only black do I see
the evil
the monsters' playground
the demons' joyride
and someone is hungry
it wants me
my innocence
my purity
it wants to take it
it feeds on people
people like me.
weightlessness
objects hitting me
ghosts' fingers prodding me
as I fall
I fall down
down into this never-ending hole
this abyss
for eternity
restless
empty
yet full
filled with misery
my worst fears
come back
how did he know?
he knows I'm afraid
the darkness
doesn't help me see
I can't see why
how does he do this?
they cut me again
spilling my blood
oh, the blue
I don't even feel it
I am numb
the sound of me
my skin
being sliced
a quick slashing
and they are done
I am cut
my legs
my arms
my stomach
my face
my neck
I can't see my blood
but I can see how evil it must look.
the thoughts that fell
fell down with me
they too
are damned
they talk to me
they tell me what they see
they can see
blue
yes blue
my cold blood
it is everywhere
I am pale
white
I look sick they say
oh, no
they say
oh, no
they see the bottom
be ready
they say
be ready.
I fall faster still
slowing for nothing
for no one
being pulled down
the puppeteer has me
he's got my string
and he's pulling
with no sign of letting go.
now I hear a song
they all sing it
the notes are cruel
unforgiving
they bump into the others
struggling to be heard
with no set order
it is musical chaos
he yells to me
it is beautiful
and he sings along to his song
it's made for me
musical notes are played
they come up to me
they greet me
they jump
right into my cuts
surging into my blood
they search inside me
no mercy
moving faster
the drum
keeping them steady
pounds faster
picking up tempo
searching
searching
until
they found it
they found
my heart
my soul
the music does the talking
it says to hush
hush now
slow down
my heart listens
and I get sleepy
just stop
they say
just stop
the music is evil
played by the man
the man in the mask
my brains sends
a message
one final request
it says to my heart
speed up
it says
speed up, can't you see?
she is dying
it says
you must speed up!
I still fall
with no way up
letting go of hope
why dream?
dreaming of being saved
when I already know
I'll only be dropped.
I smell
something burnt
burning
oh, no
I know what
that smell
it is flesh
not mine
surely
but belongs to someone else
someone close
they too
they smell of dirt
sinners burning
dead
they are nothing to me
they are the stench
in my nose
nothing more
the smell overcomes all
all the other senses
until it becomes me
and I burn too.
even in the dark
the black
I see something
darker
blacker than black
they are shadows
they mock me
they play
they sing
they dance
they laugh
I fill with evil
hatred
a longing to hurt
hurt the ones behind it all
then
without warning
I hear him
laughing
my pain
is his pleasure
oh so dark
it's over
I'm at the bottom
laying on the cold ground
in a small ball
too weak to stand
in a pool
of dark blue blood
I hold myself tight
I can't trust
these creatures
these beasts.
he likes my weakness
he tells me I am small
I am ugly
I am worthless
I am nothing
he laughs when I cry
I thought that
maybe
just maybe
it would be better
down here
instead of up there.
it's not.
hell is not a game.
death is not an
easy way out.
do not try to visit me.
do not try to rescue me.
for I am more lost
than I hope you will
ever be.
now that I am
at my fate
at the entrance to hell
at the bottom of this grave
of my eternity
and if I am truly
here forever,
I'll have plenty of time
to ask myself
why did I jump?


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A SECRET NEVER TOLD

I never told my mother the truth
about the autumn night my sister died
The sad secret that churns in my soul
struggling to escape    holding my breath hostage

Wakened by a sound puncturing the silence of our sleeping room
Our bedside clock with numbers that flipped every minute 
bore a dim glow illuminating the time    12:16
Gentle moonlight drifting through the window 
fell on my sister    sitting on the side of her matching bed 
Her auburn curls tangled and frizzy     sea blue eyes glazed with sleep  

She coughed into cupped hands
A hard cough    racking lungs    clenching her chest
I threw back covers    dropped bare feet onto a cool wooden floor
headed for our mother’s room
She waved a hand as coughing eased     shook her head
Said she was all right    didn’t need Mom
Slid back into bed on her side    facing me
Snuggled her head into the pillow with one arm curled under 
The other arm lying on top of the covers    hand curled under her chin
Closed her eyes

Clock numbers flipped to 6:00 am    time to get up for school    
She still lay in the same position    skin now drained of color     
Once rosy cheeks paled as if buried in a sudden snowfall
Her hand    cold where I grabbed it to shake her awake
Stiff joints locked in place

My screams locked in place 
banging against clenched teeth    drawn lips
At thirteen I couldn’t imagine what to do with guilt 
that descended on me like a sodden wool blanket 
It was too heavy to fold and lay aside

Knew I couldn’t survive if Mom knew my secret
That I slept peacefully while my sister    her first born child
slipped away beyond our reach
Images flooded my mind of Mom’s soft loving eyes
hardening with hate    her comforting touch withdrawn 
Some actions cannot beg forgiveness

Mom has gone now to be with my sister
But I am not worried     
My big sister always kept our secrets



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Beyond A Last Goodbye

If it were my time to pass
  that day....at last
    ...where I needed to pick and choose
       the proper words to use
         On that one last night, my eyes would see the stars that shine
           or shadow of the moon
             And the time we thought would be forever was over
                And the paths we walked, must now be severed

       Never would I want to see your tears
       Never would I want to measure time, or loss, or what the years have cost

       I would hope to walk my thoughts through clover
       I would hope to find my voice rising like a silver sound
       As a white moth drifting…from flower to white flower
       Peaceful and sure
       Person to person
       With love, assurance, gratitude
       However the words be said…
       I pray that they will leave in their void…a peace, instead

For days have slid into years, years into decades
       If death silences the words
       Nothing will silence the truth of what we have shared
       Nothing will silence how much we have loved

 For goodbye is just a word, a simple word that does not matter…

       I will be the white moth….forever, I’ll hover
                  When goodbyes must be said
                     Don't dwell on the sadness,  we'll be here together…

                         I will still be here….I will be your wings
                         I will flutter my own, we will need no words
                                  Watch for me….that moth will be me
                                        and the voice you hear

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Apparitions or Dreams

 
Clinging to his pillow
     Wondering
Would he ever lie beside me again
     Praying
Miraculous recoveries can come to pass
     Hoping
Finally sleeping, albeit brief
     Succumbing
Bright light filled the room
     Glowing
In the mid of night she sat before me
     Comforting
Clad in the pink dress I’d bought for her burial
     Speaking
“Mother, I miss you and now my husband
     Dying…”

     “Dear daughter, I’m watching over you
     You coped when I died; you’ll survive this too
     You’re not alone, I’ll make sure you get through
     Just remember I’m always here for you”
 
Just five a.m., but the phone
      Ringing
Alone, the vision gone,
     Hearing
“We’re sorry, but John passed in the night”
     Weeping
But feeling mom’s presence still
     Encouraging
Made a move to another state
    Struggling
Years passed, more obstacles, a fiancé drowned 
     Yearning
Tossing, turning and finally
     Seeing
In the mid of night John sat before me
     Comforting

     “My darling, I’m watching over you
     You coped when I died; you’ll survive this too
     You’re not alone, I’ll make sure you get through
     Just remember I’m always here for you”
 
Were these dreams or spiritual apparitions?
When trying to survive under adverse conditions
I feel no desire to seek “rational” explanations



*For PD's "Dreams" contest


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My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...


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Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


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'God selected the perfect rose'


your voice now silent never to see you smile again you left us heartbroken unprepared shocked to silence we remember your laughter and your “I can go on attitude” never complaining just being you even when fighting this battle we'll never know why you had to leave us so soon we'll always wonder we'll always have questions God knew your journey was complete when He selected the perfect rose for His garden today--- IN LOVING MEMORY OF A FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE, MICHELLE SCHULTZ 26092011 We, at BABS miss you already
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They Hang Horses, Don't They

They Hang Horses, Don't They?

Once a strange structure appeared in a barn yard
difficult not to  notice
A scaffold to hang horses
for throwing their masters
Dumb and never protesting
they were led up the ramp
built like a stairway to heaven
There was never any 
last minute salvation
No 'Pegasus' wings that
sprouted from the withers
Hooves crossed on the chest 
each was duly blest
and I wonder if each
mistook the noose for
a lasso around its neck
With one somb're bell a'ringing
The hangman pulled the lever
'There are no last minute requests
for horses being executed'

Justice done again?
yet it seems
in the equine world
hanging has served 
as no deterrant
Inherant in all horses
is an urge to 
throw their masters.


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Larks

The tangled sadness of souls lost 
Between Heaven and Earth, 
Eternally on their way, 
Lifting upwards, 
Soaring, 
Climbing. 
Only to feel the ground’s pull, 
The unseen ropes. 
Trapped in intermediation. 

They have left us without leaving, 
Departed without arriving, 
No sweet Lethe for them, 
No afterlife among ethereal 
Beauties bathed in eternal light, 
No rest in a perfect balance, 
Outside the toss of seasons. 

So this is purgatory, 
This hell of a half-way house. 
Stretched out in an 
Agony of elongation, 
We can sometimes see them 
In the wriggle of smoke 
In striated clouds. 
They are the larks, perhaps, 
That dive into the sky and climb 
Climb 
Climb 
Until their frightened tiny frantic panic 
Sends them spiralling down 
Down 
Down 

To the thin air over the cruel stubble 
Of dead wheat. 


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Epitaph

The stories of a life weaved an expansive tapestry
with threads of the subtle scent of lavender
in the water she daily splashed on her face
The swishing sound as nylon-clad legs brushed
against each other in her brisk stride
The touch of the back of her delicate hand 
sliding over a cheek as she curled the fingers 
to hide the rough calloused palm
Her kisses always tasted of cherries
the flavor of her favorite lip gloss
The words of her heart were spoken softly 
in a rhythmic voice of compassion

The tapestry decays with the passing of time
composting itself into a three line epitaph
to fit the headstone


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Fading from life

it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most

i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips

the trees are now painted 
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end

the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall

the trees will soon stand 
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them 
fall from life
amongst summer’s end



09/07/13


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Exhale

Inhale My friend has prepared me For the final moments She sits beside me calm A woman not scared Or so she says… But I see the fear In her eyes For she is not prepared For this eventuality I pass the pipe Medicinal purposes I tell her It’s what keeps me hanging on. She takes a puff And coughs up a storm I laugh and cry at her tears For I will soon be home She falls back against the chair Holding her breath for all she’s worth Then slowly an exhale She now knows the truth For I am dead and gone I cross the river And sit under a tree And watch her from beyond As she begins to see That death is in my eyes My chest it’s final heave For we exhaled together The only difference between Life and death Was that final breath A second between life and death That separates us all. Exhale


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My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
ones
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee



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Patriotism

Have you ever thought about the Death of Christ?
Why did they crucify him?
If you read the story then you know
But what I ask is why didn't God stop them?
It's natural to protect our own
How could he let him be sacrificed?
For the good of all man I've been told
God sacrificed his only son for us
But what does he ask in return? What does he want?
Are we supposed to try and emulate him?
I wish to know
I don't understand his decision
To not help his only son, I couldn't do that
But I do know that is why we are not gods
Do people who give their lives for others emulate God?
When a solider dies for our country is he dying for us?
Or freedom? or both?
Are the parents godlike in their sacrifice of their children?
Like Christ when he sacrificed his only son
Or is it more than that?
Is patriotism just a mindset to get people to fight?
When one country is mad at another
It's the leaders who argue not the countries
Why can't the leaders fight and leave us alone?
Do leaders send their own children to fight and die?
Why should I send my children to fight and die for you?
Are you a God? Do you have my interests at heart? Or yours?
You say it is in the name of freedom, but whose freedom?
We have never been free
You send me to fight, kill, and die
And yet you say I am free, free to do what?
Free to murder those you want dead?
Free to send my children to their death for you?
Who are you again? Are you a God?
I fight for God not you
My children are not targets or murderers
And now you demand my children to be your shield
Who are you again? Never mind
I know who you are it's very plain to see
You are not a god you are a coward
You are evil and you are trying to destroy us
You are lying to all of us just as you always have
You speak of freedom
As you try to blind us with patriotism
And silence us with duty and honor, Meaningless!
From one who knows nothing of their meaning
I wonder what God would say to you
Knowing who and what you are
Would he forgive you?
Would he understand your deception? Would he?
I could not forgive you, this is why I am not a god
I can't forgive, I am vengeful, I would punish you
Without mercy
For allowing this deception of youth to continue
Maybe you believe your right but I can't believe that
You know what your doing is wrong yet you continue
One day you will pay, as we all will 
We are all guilty to some degree
But most of all we are guilty of sacrificing our children to you 
Who are you again? never mind
I just remembered, your the devil





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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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Bystander

As you sit in your car
All dressed in black.
 You know,
It didn’t have to end like this
Now as you think back you remember
The faint white scars etched in her fair skin
And the timid smile that hid years of despair
 You remember that time your friends saw her crying in the hall
You sat there and laughed as they tortured her
The times you saw her sitting alone at lunch
She looked up at you with pleading eyes
“Hey, can you help me,” they said.
You thought about it , but instead you pretended you didn’t see her
And you left her there, sad and alone
That pleading look now haunts you
It begged somebody, anybody for help
But why should you commit social suicide for her?
You just kept walking away, selfish
Now though, you think back to those boring assemblies
About bullying and what it could lead to
Why didn’t you just listen?!
Maybe you could have spoken up, or found her help
Its too late now though, as you walk up to her casket
To say your first and last words,
To a girl, whose real name
You never cared to learn
“I’m sorry…”


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In Shadows Beyond Reason

Beyond the iron gate, alone I read your name, through tall weeds, grown A vigil, where the mossy stones Cleave to breast of wasted years I feel you standing here with me Deep in the dark, where I am drawn Where whimpering trees, brown grass and weeds Are dripping in the weepy dawn There is a web, that pulls me in That tugs at me with silken thread A withered garland, black with dread Calling me to hear the wind Where dust to dust, of what has been Is quietude, and vague recall That falters in the falling leaves Yet alters what I've always known I know I loved you long ago It comes from you, in thin-leafed songs Two centuries old, and can't be seen Shadowed by the granite years Behind the gates where you have lain Sharing earth with dried up tears Defying time that lies between I see your name, through tall weeds, grown A vigil now, where mossy stones Bring with them all the wasted years Between us now, I feel the cold Defying lucid reasoning
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Life Story

I was beaten
With a belt or a hand
Time after time
When I supposedly did wrong
They never warned
Just did
They don't care
So why should I
This is my life story
And I've chosen
Chosen the dark road
They always pushed me
Told me to do my best
But my best was never goo enough
They beat
They yelled
But not once did they ever think
That it would effect me
From 1-13 I have no recollection of happiness
There's a gap of where my memories should be
This is my life story
Cut short


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Death

Death I welcome death with opened arms. Not because I want to end my life, for life is a precious gift of God, but for the release, of my outer shell and the release of all life's anguishes and turmoil. Many fear death - for it's the end of life. I believe that it's just the beginning. Death is not to be feared, but respected. Don't ever fear what is to be expected. We are granted two things, a life to live and die for and a new life in the kingdom of God...
04/04/2014 Written by Gina Montalbo Note: This is my first poem I hope you enjoy it.


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Want to live,but no bread for me

Iam Hungry...Thirst is uncontrollable
It nearly kills me,Cries a poor one..
A dirty wasteland that is his home
but its a heaven for him,His mom
sick in the bed,He is handicapped.
Worms are eating his skinny body,NOBODY to help him!
He is helpless...he want to live 
But waiting for death,Help him god i pray to you....


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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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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


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First Thing You Should Know 2

First thing you should know, is this isn’t a poem, it’s not a story, it’s not a song.  These 
are just the mad ramblings of a genius with a headache. 
Watching the smoke curl between his fingertips, he wonders.  Is it his body that’s on 
fire or his soul?  Physically he feels fine yet he sees the flames, inside the pain is 
excruciating yet, not a scratch to be seen.  Isn’t that a thought though, not a scratch to 
be seen on his soul.  Why is it that the scratches and cuts that do the most damage are 
the ones you can never see?  How can that much pain not leave a visible mark?  How 
much pain can the soul take before it turns into the story of humpty dumpty, never to 
be put back together again?  Isn’t it funny how you can forget your dying, when you 
have died inside?
First thing you should know, is this isn’t a poem, it’s not a story, it’s not a song.  These 
are just the mad ramblings of a genius with a headache.


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Boxed Life--She Sleeps with a Nine

Boxed Life

She sleeps with a nine
waits for his face
his distant return
too close
looming

A tragic slime
smooth stranger
smoother lover
pried into her life
obsessed
frantic
impossible to reject

she lives 
twisted
a boxed life
pulled by strings
too tight

An explosion is inevitable
the storm's coming
and she knows it
so she sleeps with a nine
and waits for his face


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The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


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'Comforter'


We get these hard hitting reminders Of whom you are In times of sadness In times of powerlessness In times when we are left with so many questions A memory A few words Lyrics of a song You coerce us into knowing That in all these things In life and death You are there At times silent At times encouraging But always there The comforter We never know we really need you Until it is the only thing we feel close to
*Inspired by the sudden death of a friend on 25/08/2013* ©135726082013


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THE OLD WEST

Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
 Or Jessie James, let them leap off 
The written page, and live again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
 In there bloody hands.
Wanted men, flee to,
 Parts unknown,
Horse thieves, and 
Cattle rustlers,
Trying to evade the long,
 Arm of the law.
 Fate decides whom lives,
 And dies.
It makes no difference,
 Innocent or guilty.
After all it is life’s truest rule,
An eye for an eye, blood shed,
To give the devil his vengeance,
Behold survival of fittest,
Heavens gates, are made from,
Twisted metal.
The hangman's tree stands ready,
Hollow nooses swing in,
 Destiny’s winds,
To bid found ado unto evil men.
Strong limbs bare heavy weight,
A scaled balance of ropes,
 Tenuous strength.
Blind lady liberty turns,
 Her gaze away.
At histories hesitation towards,
Real justice's justification.
Hard men ride ahead, 
Leaving behind
Legends tin stars, 
Amongst trail dust,
Remnants.
Behold the old west breath's,
 Again,
Between books binding,  
And words harsh black ink.
Hardened steel vs. freedoms,
 Expansion.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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September's End

as the morning rose
charcoal feathery clouds
blended with the ebony backdrop
of night

the yellow shimmer
of the falcate moon
offered little light

the air was thick
with smokey white trails
that lifted from damp lawns

my mind drifted
like tires on asphalt
trying to remain grounded
on the roadway

another gray Monday 
setting my mood
this last day of September

memories bled
less red than the edges
of  these clouds
as the sun began her rise

my thoughts shifted
much like this day
life towards death
then back again

the pink splashes
in sun's wake
reminded me of you
and your wake

the air chilled me
like a kiss from cold lips
as they part from life

yet memories warmed me
like the touch of sun
as it beat down
from skies that now
match the blue of my own eyes

the clouds have all faded
much like life did
from eyes that closed
that final time

though the trees
are changing like the times
i see through the green
the orange, yellow, red
peeking through the edges
awaiting to take flight in the wind
and spiral down
grounded in death

the air is thick this morning
as i choke on tears held back
in remembering September again


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SHADOWLANDS

                                “Once very near the end I said, 'If you can -- if it is allowed – 
                                 come to me when I too am on my death bed.”

                                 “Allowed!' she said. “Heaven would have a job to hold me;
                                  and as for Hell, I'd break it into bits.” 



                                  Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force 
                                  this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back
                                  -- to be sucked back -- into it?

                                                                    ~ C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed ~


                                  __________________________________



The division should be acute, the before her, the with her, the after her,
Yet there is this constant rattling of doors, though they remain locked,

in theory. I think of her as gone until I turn a page and read a passage 
of pompous dialogue and she returns, My Joie de Vivre, entertaining me 

with that puckish wit, unabashed. She smiles in the dusk with crusading 
colours that bend dark horizons, changing clouds unexpectedly. What was I 

before Joy*? Content, pleasant and productive. But was I alive, aware of
Life, its blissful rhythms? Irony defined: the heart which awakened stone 

no longer beats. Finally, I understand. Lessons are sharp things which
infect both fresh and aging amputations. What do I do with this knowledge? 

It is like learning a language that is no longer spoken, a long monologue 
unbearably forlorn, painful. Faith dismisses hauntings, yet she does so 

in daily degrees, oh, the sweet ghosts that peer from those notes, my name 
underscored in margins. Why is there only one glove in the sewing box?  

Agony hunts me in the garden. Perfume almost, but not quite a match.
Some rooms have snares. I dare not open a kitchen drawer. Pain waits there.

The specter of my former self, a staunch gent, so sure of Heaven's role, 
that cold bloke follows me in the shadows, land of man’s rage and despair.

There is no pretty death, no words can comfort the ravaged left behind,
There is no poetry in our departing; I only pray there is Godspeed in mine. 



*Written Nov 4, 2012






Joy Gresham Davidman, American poet, and C.S. Lewis, English writer and Oxford scholar, were good friends and married solely for the purpose to keep Joy in England (contested). But love came, as it has a habit of doing, when least expected, after Joy was diagnosed with terminal cancer. There love was true and deep, and her death shattered Lewis. His book, A Grief Observed explores his anguish and a Christian’s questions which arise during times of suffering. The film, Shawdowlands, is based on the biography, Through the Shadowlands: The Love Story of C. S. Lewis and Joy Davidman. Lewis died 3 years after Joy. The above poem is a conjecture on my part, as no one can truly know what lies in another's heart, alive or otherwise.  


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Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words


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Unphysical

I drop my words
Into a vacuum
-So there's enough room-
But they're vacuumed up
By the lack of air
'Cause I made no wings
To bear them

Without force
I let them go
I let gravity
Take it's course
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Go up in flames
Or slowly rust

All that's eternal
Is that's pure
Pain and hate
And love -no more

And I'm so scared
That it's all in my head
That life's a steady march
To dead
Dead ends
and culs-de-sac
Take one step forward
Then quick!
Turn back.


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I Want to Disappear.

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there. 
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here. 
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

Is there any hope? 
Is there any time?
My life is coming to an end and I will wash away in fear.

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here.
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

My heart is screaming out.
Is there anyone to hear me?
Is there anyone to help me?

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here.
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.
                             like there was never someone here.
                                                             Someone here.

I want to vanish like there was never someone here.


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The End part One


A mortal breath expires drifting to where? 
Taken into the mystery of, invisible open air. 
To where could that breath have gone?Instantaneously
snatched, unaware. left behind ,bitter tears of sorrow.
In every teardrop a question.While the pastor makes 
a healing suggestion.

Birth certificates becomes memorabilia. 
Grave stones are visited. The beginning sweet, the end a 
bitter cup, No one knows when there time is up.
Many are gone,truly gone, flying to another world,
 to be born, again.A life adorned,a loss,a friend 
or family member. 

A departure we will always remember. 
Why now? why then? how did it end so fast?
The only sure answer is death at last. 
Take my hand, take my kiss, take my beating
heart. Knowing for sure this will all be taken apart. 
Taken from the start connected to the send. 

Take all the I lend my friend, knowing soon
we shall face the end .Gone to the great beyond 
Where other souls have passed on ,up in smoke.
Waxed in oblivion, gone to a heavenly reward or
not. Don’t fuss and don’t fight for one day or night
My eyes will follow that bright light surround by white. 


Written by: Elliott Bowe
To be continued by Vienna Bombardieri....


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The Body and the Blood

Birthed in pain and blood, women
have bled since the dawn of time.
Before Eve,
before the Israelites, 
before and since the Vatican’s conclave 
where the contents of the New Testament were gleaned,
and where it was decided by male interpretation 
of male writings that ...
we, women were the source -
the source of sin, an anathema,
not the source of all knowledge, of life.

We are the source.
Blood is the source of life, 
within the sea of We
well before the Holy See.
Left behind as man progresses.
Left, as he searches for more fecund delta’s
first in Eden, and ever after…
Left behind to starve by those our bodies’ placentas
and breasts have fed till barren,
corseted by the precepts of phallic culture.
One jealous, womb-less, foodless, birth- less,
male oriented culture after another;
from Adam to Moses to Mohammad to Confucius,
to Luther, and Pope Benedict XVI.

Left behind as “society” peaks, 
remnants, objectified,
property born, chattel formed.
Left behind, the arch scroungers, at the empty tit of man.
behind the door, the desk, in the kitchen,
the bedroom 
or the veil.

Women starve so their children can eat,
holding each ember of life, full or lifeless.

Sigils of the dawn, we were 
born in blood,
bathed in injustice 
shunted to the hardest paths
Hungry, we feed you.
Cold we clothe you.
We are the eternal water 
in the well of your existence.
You bleed us to death, Mankind ...





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Touching the Eye

Touching you, your skin
so cold, flat, hard
the sickness within you 
like muddy water after a downpour,
how could I stay. I could, I could not run...
from the death in your hollow eyes,
the limpness of your skeletal fingers.
Don’t run. Life seeks life, 
succubus to the energy of kindnesses, chi.
Stroking your broad forehead
the horizon of beyond comes clear, clear to me.
Yet fear, is all you feel 
and the wind of black holes, all you hear.
The eye of I, connects with the we of Thee,
momentarily, rosing a cheek
hesitantly, lifting the corner of lip
as you, through the we
remember He. Touching....


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She waits.


I see her still in twilights shroud
At visions edge she’s standing still
She lives on for me, but makes no sound
Her presence felt , a loving glow.

She watches me with sightless eyes
The look that speaks but makes no sound
Where shadows spill she lingers now
But when I look I cannot see, just feel. 

She should be here if fate were kind
My partner in the quite times
I miss the things she needed that I gave.
That giving soul that has now passed.

She waits, I know she does.
The bond that held will always be
She was my friend, my love, my charge.
Now my pain, my loss, my memory’s dear.


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in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


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Catch a Falling Star


I can’t quite recall
The feel of your fingers
In my hand and

The sound of your voice
Escapes me today,
But I’ll remember it.

What was that song we sang?
Solo I can’t quite get the tune.
No one else thinks it’s funny.

You thought putting
a falling star in your pocket
was silly.

But it’s rainy now
and I need one on this
starless night.


©March 28, 2003
Kathryn McL. Collins


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Angel of Death

Angel of Death,
Cloaked in black.
With black scaled wings,
Upon her back.
Angel of Death,
Coming for me.
As soon as I sleep
Then dead I will be.
Taken by the night
It swallows and consumes me.
Now I am the angel
And death becomes me.

2003-2004
7th Grade


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Tears From The Swamp

Author: Joseph Osita

From the swamp
Haunts me the tears of my blood
Stripped of all hope-the soil to shelter
And banished to swim in oil-poisoned sea
Do they know
Ghost of revenge haunts the weeping soul?


 From the swamp
All sorrow-veiled mourners gather
To unfold reaper's choice of the day
As muscles are crushed by soldiers’ bullet fury
Poised by Hobson's choice
Young men breed strength for crime
For ghost of revenge is haunting the weeping soul

From the swamp
Haunts me the stammering musket of angry souls
Where owners beg stealers the share of oil 
And the dead man’s amnesty is of twilight solution
For ghost of revenge will forever haunt the weeping soul


On the oil rich people of Niger Delta who are given peanuts by Nigeria government, despite oil companies’ excessive spillage in the region. 
The people hauled their anger against the government but were apprehended by Nigerian Army.  
For Michael J Faloticho's 'Sounds of a cry'
contest
03/08/2011


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Sacrifice

Something is wrong
The eerie silence sends shivers up my spine
I smell danger
But I am fearless

Out of the corner of my eye I see them
We need to act fast
I tell you to run
And don’t stop

I run for my life
I realize you’re no longer with me
I turn back
Determined to fight for you

I run as silently as I can
Adrenalin pumping through my veins
I see you lying there unconscious and bleeding
My eyes burn with anger

I take my chance
I need to save you
I try to fight them off around you
I pick you up and run

The weight of your body in my arms is exhausting
My body is weak but I don’t stop running
Gun shots are fired in the background
I drop to my knees wounded

I must get you to safety
I drag you and hide you as best I can
I try to run away, more shots are fired
I collapse with agonizing pain, everything is a blur

In my final moments I hear sirens, running footsteps
Now I know you are safe
I drift into a deep sleep
Never to wake up again


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Silly slumber

A swirling gold wind
Speckles of dust
I thrust my neck in to feel this
I am bewildered, a smothered vine
floating into the ending
but I want to fight
Want to get up and break knuckles and limbs
to spread seeds
and say I mattered

This is the time we’ll remember and I can’t forget
that man on the corner
How we’re all allowed dreams
and those who shatter
are lessons for those who haven’t slept yet
I’m closing eyes to remember the fabric
of the depth of Godliness
The heat in my chest, the badness

And I’m weighing the contents of time to find
where I should be standing
Tightroping on the thin line before it’s enough
and my promises are voided as bluff
I’m mourning
Wailing against the sepulcher of my birth
The tomb of my purpose
And the dead leaves that surround the contents of my body
are ‘raptured’

There is no more time
We’re weeping in the instant we begin again
But they have left us
with our own salvation in our hands
and nowhere to go
No peace to find sleep
Good mourning


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Thinking About Angels

Thinking About Angels

Here I am thinking 
about angels, guardians
in the sky.

Funny thing: grief.
Well maybe ‘funny’
is the wrong word.

 ‘Volcanic’
‘Annihilating’
‘Illusionary’

‘Pulverizing’
‘Instantaneous’
‘Gasping’

‘Forever’ is
the kicker.

Here I am thinking 
about angels, guardians
in the sky.


Kathryn Collins
February 26, 2014


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Lazarus Walk


Boots
in the closet;
I wait for them to walk
so I can follow.

Wallet
in my drawer;
he needs his license, money,
not a lot, 

t-shirt,
pair of pants,
running shoes,
his watch,

binoculars,
field guide, 
floppy hat.
I won’t forget.

I’m ready, boots;
lead me;
it’s not too late;
it’s not.

©Kathryn Collins 
June 14, 2007



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Heart Of Sparks (Laura Pizzini)

She sat next to me
   and the air
      seemed to dance around her,
we traded words,
  conversations passing into the night
while the moon
  was cradled by the clouds
and that was when
    an ember landed on my heart,
burning away the cobwebs
that muttled my creativeness.

My pen sat stagnant for years,
  now it’s melted to my hand,
laying verse and poem
on anything that will hold ink.
So for this mystifying sprite,
     that has taken the last step,
my fingers will bleed
before I stop scribing.

In my art I will spread her soul
throughout the Earth,
    whether dark or light
I will scatter her sparks with each line,
igniting inspiration in hearts
    and comforting
with the gentleness
that flowed from her fingertips.

Her spirit glides above
as our hearts wilt
   and the flowers
bend their heads and cry.
Trees comfort one another
   with the rustling of their branches
and the wind
touches every back and cheek with grief.
The sun lays its warm hand
on the shoulders of the Earth
and our tears nourish the soil
where they fall,
       as we remember her crooked smile.

         Light giving soul
         Always there to help you through the dark
         Unusually compassionate to the unworthy
         Resting in a tree enclosed meadow
         An enchantment that enspelled us all



Laura Pizzini was taken from us 10/16/09
she will be missed


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Illegal

I climbed over trepidation
poverty's barbed wire night
torn by your prosperity
my one change of clothes
thirsting for a drop of civility
on a deserted desert road
Scorched by hell’s kitchen
fed to death’s desiccate dawn
I swallowed shards of sunshine
pride's perilous knives
for one chance to be an American
to provide for my family’s illegal lives
My eyes staggered with exhaustion
my ruptured lips too foreign to cry
I kissed a picture of my children
the withering smile of my loving wife
wondering if anyone would tell them
I died drinking liberty's light


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Cancer, You are an Artist

Cancer, you are an artist
A prolific one at that,
For several dear ones
Have encountered your work.

Your wretched fingers as sculptors
Design imprints of faces unknown.
You smudge white, pain-ridden clay
A little here, a little there,
Till your subject becomes amorphous.

But oh you are not finished!
A red cross encrusted kiln
Invariably cements your doings.
A surgery of crackling and burning,
Until the shape is spit out,
A hard shell lost of all dignity.

Satisfied with your creation,
You give it one last look
Before it rests on an earthly shelf
And another project is begun.

I am sad to say,
You are quite skilled at your craft.


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CEZANNE STUDY - The House of the Hanged Man

CEZANNE STUDY – The House of the Hanged Man

Late Autumn

Buried in a hill,
Steep as descent from humanity,
A country house stands.
It’s late autumn,
Deep, sick autumn –
Deep as the plunging cellar door,
And fronting, its branches stripped, begging skyward,
This raped tree
Which no longer hides the window –
The window, like a large, trumpeting mouth.
*No E flat clarinet here,
*No Eulenspiegel, opaque humor.
No – The whole, a ground interment,
Is color of rotting flesh,
This God-awful house!

*Til Eulenspiegel was a German buffoon who delighted in playing
nasty tricks on the nobility. He was hanged.
*The E flat clarinet is high pitched, capable of sounding the pitiful
cries of Til as he mounts the scaffold 






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Dear mum

Dear mum

I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious
Meals

For every time I see 
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us

Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you

Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me

Every time I pick up
Your clothing
I wish I could see you in them

When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me

When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me

When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice
Lingering

Of course
 I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others

I’m selfish
And will love to have 
Them all
Everything you is 
Always welcome
I’ll never run out of space
For you.


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Promise to Love Me

You saw me there in the night A ghost come back to haunt the light The blood flowed from my veins Into the street and down the gutter You held me and closed my eyes And settled me down until my last breath Had left my body, my soul took flight You promised to love me and said it was alright Though we were strangers you showed compassion And so I have come back to visit your love For I know no other love in this world You give me hope in the darkness That I might see the light And know that I’m alright Ghostly passion is my might Something more than candle light Dripping upon the floor I love you for now and evermore


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Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


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Bring my love home

She's dying over and
over 
From the insanity of
the missing 
The heart will
repair 
Though I wouldn't
dare say this
At the sky she
stares
Continuously
She says life must
go on
I must go on
she says

I don't want to be
without him 
As she opens the
second bottle of
vodka 
If I'd had a choice
I'd of gone with him
But I'd never wish
for him to ever feel

This crushing
feeling
Not for a instance

In the night she
thinks I'm sleeping
But I hear
everything

Dear God
I was wondering if I
could have a moment
of your time ?
I know your a busy
bloke and that,  
your tired with all
these voices
shouting up at you, 
I would be too.
But I thought I'd
give it a go.
I know your the
universal spirit and
there's  lots on
your mind, 
so I tell you what
I'll talk and you
can just listen, 
give me your views
at the end.

I was wondering if
you've looked in on
me lately
See God 
I'm feeling
incredibly unhappy, 
Distraught you could
say, 
miserably alone.
I know there's
millions, probably
billions 
I don't know the
average, 
but no matter.
I know there's
other's wanting your
attention,
The people dying
from cancer or 
The African village
women screaming for
you to stop the men
taking their kids, 
Putting them on
smack to fight there
twisted gorilla
wars.
Our boys in
Afghanistan getting
maimed and
slaughtered.

So firstly I was
wondering if it's
normal to feel this
way ?
You see I think of
him so much he
enters my dreams as
soon as I close my
eyes,
Is this your doing ?
Tell me what I have
to do to stop this
fog,
Tell me when I reach
the other side I'll
still be me,
Tell me it's ok to
still cry silently,
 without even
knowing,
Then, 
Tell me how to stop
the tears,
Tell me,  if this
ache in my chest
relieves,
Tell me,  I'm
standing this pain
to be with him
again,
Go on tell me ??!!!

I'm so alone I bet
you got all the
Angels up there
keeping you company,

Hay I thought they
were supposed to be
down here looking
after us ?
Point is, the real
point is
You got something of
mine and I want it
back.

I'm not blaming you,
well I am sort of, 
I think your a
really good bloke
but took too much
on,
We all do it now and
then don't we.
I mean the church
wrote your book
didn't it, 
It's really down to
Matthew , Mark ,
Luke, and John,
you should really
send them boys down
here,
I know a lot of
people who want a
word with them.
They're responsible
for war, 
Famine and mass
genocide,
Because be honest
all wars start at
religion one way or
another don't they.

I'm Sorry I've gone
off track,
What I was saying
is, 
my dad told me if
he'd of died when he
got kidney failure 
It's God's will.
Well if it's your
will, 
Do me a favour and
send my husband back

I wasn't finished
with him yet.

And if you can't do
that,
Tell him something
for me,
Tell him I love him,
But lie, say I'm ok.
Say I'm getting by,
I got sleeping
tablets off the doc,
Say I'm almost
happy.
Not to worry.
Tell him I'm rushing
towards death for
him,
That I've stocked up
on vodka.
God, tell him I'll
be there soon.











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The Game

The game is his friend.
Always there for him.
Never turning him away.
Inviting him to visit
And giving him the 
Best seat in the house.
In front of the screen.

It is his sport.
Replacing baseball, football,
Basketball and all others.
It lets him score 
And makes him feel
Like a winner.
Like a champion!

The game is his sustenance,
Feeding his thoughts,
Shaping his soul,
Controlling his mind,
Closing the door to family.
To intervention.
To the world.

Anger grows behind 
Raised brows and widened eyes.
Desensitizing him.
Honing his skills and
Numbing his feelings.
Making him blind to life.
Making death easy.

Without compassion,
Without love.


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GRANNY

On hearing your death
What creep in my head was
Akon's Pot of Gold
Its melody within heart
You have served your purpose
So Rest in Peace
Born to Love
But it enslaved and betrayed
And onwards you pressed
Your foils nurtured your old age
As strong as you were
Your battle on the thin line
You won hands down
I admire You
Last week I saw and greeted 
You were fit
What an awesome recovery
Indeed your Maker wiped your tears
But now it is finished
Well done
As a kid I run onto your bosom on visits
Then rained on me praises
But I lost contact
Next I saw you on life’s field of war
Then despised, not long
I grew wise to know
For with time all will grow
Was in turn and showered care
Hope you recognized
Thanks for your Blessings
My half seed of lineage
May God lay you to a Peaceful rest
Where Love will search to find you
Your foils cry
Swollen red are our fragile eyes
Thousand thorns within our hearts
Pain abounds here
May your Spirit comfort us
Smile down once again
Smile down once again
Memories well built would be well kept
Strong willed, Religious, Grateful 
Lord we are thankful
Yours forever
A Single Parent's sweat lay to Rest in Peace.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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The Day I Leave

The Day I Leave The day I leave, I will go quiet. no one will be there to say the last goodbye. When I came here - I came alone and that's the way that I will go. The day I leave, I don't want tears. I am not dying just moving on. You won't see me - yet I'll be there, until I go to my resting place. When I have gone - please celebrate, because I will be in a better place. Life won't stop because I left - it will go on and that's a fact. Continue your life and live it well, for once it's gone there is no spare. One day your life will end without any notice. Like the tick of a clock - your heart will stop....
07/22/2013 Written by Lucilla M. carrillo


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I Am Ghost

I think, therefore I am,
And of what I think
Becomes me out of thought,
Momentarily, memories make
More mad moments of me,
Be it reality of fantasy?
Physical or Metaphysical?
My paradox is my persona

Brain fires random impulses
From dead end to dead end,
Unless thought becomes abnormal,
There alone lies the hidden bridge,
Succumb to human limitations
Yet accept thought as immortal,
A constantly pondering organ
Ensuring unfinished business

Thus, ensuring eternal life
Through verse and voice,
lascivious pursuit of knowledge,
And expeditious conversations,
Decreasing the prudent choices,
Increasing importance of mankind,
Show my brother to know myself,
Teach I, personal and universal

Haunting descendants of yesterday
With chains formed out of intellect,
Linking type writers and computers,
segregated and integrated minds,
and radio to television, all is all,
One is all, all is one, we are all one,
Thus ancestors never die
Nor do children grow old

Pictures become mirrors,
mirrors become gateways,
and gateways become infinite,
Appearing in places of proximity
to those in need of certain lessons,
As they share the experience,
Creating the desired domino effect
amongst both old and young

Groans of disappointment echo
for those who fail to evolve
and those with no desire to do so,
Harrowing screams of spirits
who embrace the role of educators,
Wounded souls they soon become
as civilization slowly falls to failure
by ignoring text, dreams, and elders

Still, new souls are born
as the dying discover the lesson,
Becoming burdened by brilliance,
Brilliance that was never shared,
Yet the lesson must be learned
by the living loved ones,
As I listen for the first time,
Understanding noise of the night

The spirits speak slowly,
The world willingly whispers,
I am you, you are me,
We are I and I am we,
Repeating the words nightly,
Among other lessons of life,
Thinking of them, as we live,
We can say, they are us,
And for a moment, I am ghost.


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The Beast

The Beast ( La Bestia ) You might wonder - who or what is the Beast? The Beast in Spanish means - La Bestia. The Beast is a cargo train that travels from Ciapas Mex. - to Sonora Mex. Throughout the years alot of people have gotten on that train. They all come from Central America. They want to come to the U.S. to look for the American Dream. The people call it - La Bestia, the train of Death and the train of Hell. A lot of people have lost their lives through out the years. They fall asleep and fall down or fall trying to get on the train. In the month of August of 2013, Ia Bestia derailed and a lot of boxcars went down. a lot of people lost their lives fifteen were from Honduras. Others were seriously injured and had to go to hospitals. Some had horrible deaths and still others survived. The people know about these dangers, but they still keep trying to come here. Now you know about The Beast, the train of Death and the train of Hell. It is easy for us to say why do they take those chances. We already have our lives established here. If we go to other Countries - it would be for pleasure. Those people are very poor in their Countries and their Government don't help. I think that we all have the right to pursue a better life. If we had been born there we would maybe do the same thing.....
09/12/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Pointe Coupee Parish

The last living light
Twinkles in his dead eyes
Alive a moment ago but now gone
Someone should shut them
A stare so lonely
Into a place that only he knew
He’s lying there on the floor 
Bleeding hard from the head
Police don’t even bother
Just pay him his respects
It’s cold and lonely down there
Watching life go on
Knowing your no long part of it
Just a passenger who had made the final stop
It may not be where you are going 
But it’s definitely where you will be


Somewhere down the line.
As he bled out no one stopped to care
He was nobody to them just a drifter
But even a drifter has a mother somewhere
His mother would have cared
Take him sweet Jesus and show him the way
He hath walked with the devil and a sawed off shotgun
Wrecked the lives of plenty a poor boy
Down on the wharf along the shore
Somebody cover him till darkness falls
Then we will carry him to Pointe Coupee parish
Across the river
And find his next of kin
Put him deep in that black gumbo
And let the devil do his work
For John Batiste was a man
Who needed no help
They’ll be frying up cracklin’s 
At JP’s on Saturday night
Someone will crumble a beer can 
And cuss John Batiste.


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War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him



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The Burning Black Dragon

The moon rises to see nothing
Everything empty, with only the wind left
Desolate despair reaches into an eternity
Vanquished 'till death they part in the shadows

The stench of death billows and furls
Suffocating like a blinding fog
Rolling in and out of consciousness
I wander in this desolate I called ''home''

Now I look upon the wasted remains of things once familiar
Love and hatred mix into one
The burning desire to leave and never come back overcomes
Will-power lost inside; buried beneath

The sights I envision are all I have left
Nothing exactly as it used to be
We built upon everlasting sorrow
Making new out of old and discarding the rest

But as I dwell in ancient memories, I stop
Something is missing in the dreams I encounter in sleep
But there, the memory is uncovered in the blackened mist
Now I may lose myself in never-awakening slumber...


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bloody men

The blade penetrated the flesh
like a prong to a pitted plum
he had played with war
toyed with war
yet the gun
well the gun didn't have balls
Not for him the sterile
three shrouds removed 
expunging of visera with a gun
sissy pistols
pansy takers

Stick um good
part the seas of red
wake and feed the hounds of war
plastic pop-guns shatter beneath the heel of Mars
Man UP, raise the staff
and shove the pig sticker into mother's child

Oh man, war, Old Man War
do you visit him each night as you enter 
what should be the path to love?
Have a poke little man
just remember, all that was is ...
and will be born again.

Dedicated to a constant friend and inspiration Chris Aechtner
Inspired by his write "kids use toy guns'


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A stifled cry

"It was a mistake", she said. 
A tiny life swiped in seconds as 
gods creation is rendered a 
mere cluster of cells. 
Returned back to heaven 
hoping the return policy 
wouldn't deny. 
It was a mistake; a stifled cry

A lifetime of progress, 
innovation, and memories down 
the drain.
The notorious "what if" 
squashed with plan b; no hopes 
of a future. 
A stifled cry 

She could have cured cancer or 
delivered world peace. 
She could've fed the hungry 
and housed the poor. 
She could've been a Honors 
Harvard medical school 
graduate and your pride and 
joy.
None are the magical christmas 
mornings, first days of school, 
or birthdays. 
Terminated are the memorable 
first steps and momentous  
coos calling for "mamma". 
No more possibilities. Now a 
stifled cry. 

"It was a mistake", she said. 
A moment of carelessness and 
selfishness translates into a life 
lost. 
Permanent. 
Sent back into the arms of god. 
An easy way out. A stifled cry.


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All the Dead Bodies

What do I do with all the dead bodies
Of those who have murdered my heart
And left me a wreck
With no hopes and dreams
No self esteem
No will to fight
Or get through the night…

What? What do I do with all the dead bodies
Strewn along the pathways of my mind
People who are dead to my heart
Those whom I want to forget
Who fed me the bile of regret
What do I do?

What do I do with all the dead bodies
Of those who have deadened my love
And left my heart frozen, numb
Left me alone to scream
Thirsty by love's stream
Longing to die
Without knowing why
They could be so cruel
To break my heart’s every rule
What shall I do?

I will bury them….
In some forgotten well
As I live out my hell
Of the memories they’ve left behind
To this heart they were not kind
I will bury them…
Once and for all
There is no resurrection call
For the dead bodies of my heart…

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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I See Glory

I see glory 
coming from freedom
and coming from God.
life is just our first stage,
death is when we truely live.
in the arms of God
life truely begins.


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True Companions

	
	
	
	True Companions
	
	
	There’s a finite place 
	in a life’s ill-defined time, 
	an Alice-like membrane,
	if you will, when
	at the instant 
	of passing through,
	presence and absence 
	co-exist, life and death 
	are true companions.
	
	I know a thing or two 
	about this side,
	the presence from which 
	I write of 
		love and pain, 
		uncertainty, 
		insanity, 
		birthday cake with ice cream, 
		childhood memories, 
		bullies,
		the touch of my lover.
	
	My-knowing isn’t  
	all-knowing, of course. 
	Lives cross and diverge,
	only to meet again at 
	that instant of passing-through, 
	bringing into question, 
	what’s on the other side?
	
	Go ask Alice.
	I think she’ll know.
	
	
	
	





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14 years ago

Death,
thou boisterous ancient foe,
you crept in surreptitiously,
and bore a hole in our hearts.
It's 14 years now,
14 years of longing.
For seven years, the torrential rain battered us,
and we almost succumbed to the intensity of the rain.
Then,
a Moses arose,
lion-hearted damsel
and the lineage was rescued.
Father, I ache and bleed daily,
as I remember your tilling and planting seasons.
You planted many seeds in us.
Father, a little seed has sprouted,
and has borne many fruits,
succulent fruits indeed.
I wished I could give you a bite,
Alas,
the curtain was drawn 14 years ago,
and now you are a complete dust.
Adieu, my father!
Adieu, the muse that brought out the poet in me.







The pain, grief and sorrow that I felt after my father's death forced me to look for a way of expressing the pent up emotion of anger and sadness; poetry gave me the answer. Over the years, I have fallen in love with poetry and no one can break the union


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The End

The sun shines
As the moon beams,

Flowers bloom on ground to cover
While the birds fly high and hover,

Tranquil is the running brook
Through a forest of trees,

Serene is the snowfall
Atop a mountain high,

As a butterfly floats
Across a rolling meadow,

A summer night's breeze
Warms two beating hearts,

Silent prayer calms the soul
As a peace instills to heal,

As baby lies in wait
A beat to a mother's womb,

In the end you realize,
That all is born for demise....


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Witness and Behold the End

White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Witness,
Purity,
Deprived of its origin.
Behold,
Clarity no longer visible.
 
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Witness,
Loveliness,
Stripped away so rash.
Behold,
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Witness,
Wildness,
Stolen without knowledge.
Behold,
Endless death fighting to prevail.


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The longest conversation

I forgot Him who stood by me all this time
Now with nothing left I go back to Him
And He soothes me with a soft hand
Strokes my hair tells me its all about to end
My pain  my guilt its Him who's left
He tells me its a choice I have to make
Death is always an option never self imposed
He told me He is not cruel, He loves me a lot
When I cry in the corner , He wipes my tears
Life might be unfair , but death is not
A new beginning is all what I want
He told me I have never let go of faith
Even when I sinned or betrayed
He sighed when I made mistakes
He smiled at the lessons learned
He looked at me when I looked away
He was there to talk when no one was
He saved me from so much that could have gone wrong
I drifted away , He brought me back
He showed me the way , when I was lost
He trusted me but I trusted no one
Now when I gave up He came to me again
I looked for everyone , never thought its Him
Asked Him , how did I find you?
He said I am amongst those pieces of your broken heart
I was shocked , you were here all this time?
Yes I was always in your beating heart
I felt the pain more than you did
Every time you cried, i was crying with you
Did they realize they stabbed me when they hurt this heart
It bleeds with my pain and some of yours
We are one maryam, all hearts combined
Man will never realize , its the same for all of us
You have to keep breaking your heart to discover me
You look astonished , is it hard to believe?
I replied , you dwell in the heart and I have hurt some too
Yes , I felt that more than they did boo
I am sorry , I don't know why you are still with me
Because I can't let you go , you are a part of me
He said , man is guilty but how soon he forgets
I love all , more than a mother who begets
You are scared of hell, is that why you pray?
The fire is more powerful, then the love I display?
You have been given free will to perceive
Fear of my brutality is not what I need
They think I'm unfair , ruthless and cruel
some scared to say , I know , I made you fool
You've made your own ways of getting close to me
Everyway I adore , I acknowledge everything you do
Universe is love , not some punishment and rules
Believe that I am, and the truth appears to you
If I wanted slaves, I would give you no will
Man is made to discover , man is made to choose
I listen and I watch , I never let you go
You are so dear to me,every unique soul
So its your decision now, come see more
Death is just the beginning of what you really are


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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He is sleeping

Frightened and tired
his eyes stare into the distance
as he once again faces reality
in the ghastly fate that dealt its lot.
Beads of sweat fall down like stars;
like the storm pounding outside his window.
This is the dawn he rises to every morning.

I take hold of his frail hand beckoning tenderness
as one would a knife to the chest.
Yet his weak smile defies the eminent death  
threatening to consume him.
He turns his gaze upon my eyes…
It won’t be long now…

The shadows lurk in his mind, 
but he glimpses a tear slipping from my cheeks
and says, “No regrets. No hate. No fear.
It’s time to wake up, slumbering one. 
The day is here.”

I manage a sorrowful smile 
and reply, “Your heart has already won,
my brave one.” As he lies back once more,
the soft beeps counting down his final few breaths slow.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” he dreamily asks.
Leaning closer, I inquire, “Who?”
“The angels are singing.” he sighs.

As the green line finally stretches to a flat horizon,
I whisper brokenly to the rain, “Shhhh.”…

“ He is sleeping.”

*(A tribute to children that have lost the fight against cancer.)


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Words Unspoken

                                                  Anger shrouds my sorrow,
                                                  a storm rages deep within.
                                                  Questions without answers
                                                  swirl around my mind.
                                                  Damn! this emotional confusion.

                                                  Why the sacrifice?
                                                  Why the trade off?
                                                  Was it loneliness?
                                                  Was it greed?
                                                  Damn! the sadness I cannot feel.

                                                  Did you love me?
                                                  Were you proud of me?
                                                  Did you even care?
                                                  Why didn’t we talk?
                                                  Damn! your legacy of silence.
                                
                                      Rage! Rage! against the death of the light.
                                      I curse the words unspoken, the truth not shed.
                           Why God?...Why?...Why must we part before the heart to heart?  


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A light yet shines for me

-" Because I could not stop for death"-
-"He kindly stopped for me"-
He came while I was fast asleep
and took me suddenly

My soul then took its ethereal flight
As it traveled towards the light 
And when the Pearly Gates were in sight
Then I knew  everything would be alright

So they bid farewell to my mortal shell
And tears were shed for me
I heard church bells but all was well
As I slipped into eternity

For: the Homage contest
From Emily Dickinson's  poem: "Because I could not stop for death"


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I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
What ripped us asunder
I wonder...why friends fade away,
I wonder...why death is our destiny,
And as we experience our final day,
I wonder what will become of you and me

I wonder, with eyes dilated,
Why this day was to be so fated...
When all I saw was you walking away
Or your soul released from here...
I see the suffering of Rene'

Our lives are short,
I wonder what ought
To have been,
Is there some reasoning
For the the ultimate sadness
Towards which we spin?

I wonder if we'll ever understand
What it's all about
I wonder, and wonder,
What was God's plan grand?

I could have redone this life
And accomplished so much more
But now it's too late,
For death approaches my door.


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To Weak To Cry

When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry


Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest


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true story

they said when they found her
she was frozen

my god-mother who was a police officer
told me 
they had to peel the ice laden sheets from
my mothers face

i knocked on the the door
the night before

when it swung open behind the iron guard gate

i stared at champagne
such an odd name
for a pit bull

having hated me for years
he lunged at the gate

why didn't i just leave?
why?

i ran to the back of the house and
broke the window
why was i panicking?

broke the window to draw him to the back

ran back to the front door
and tried...
mamma i tried....

to open the gate

champagne
such an odd name
hit the gate howling and growling

i wish i would have paid attention
to how he looked at me

i left defeated
and asked the neighbor if he had seen
my mom

"not today"

i found out the next day
that my mom was frozen stiff on that bed
all alone
while i knocked
outside


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Backfire

What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back


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Untwisted

Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
         All the prices we have paid 
The memories of the happy as well as the sad 
            The people we’ve lost
           The friends that we had 
Some memories just seem like a ghost 
I always lost everyone that I loved the most 
The wind would just carry them away 
             Along with my tears 
            And my ability to pray
    I wonder how far is heaven from here?
              How many more heartaches 
                 How many more tears 
              I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say 
To all the people that I loved and I lost 
             I’m not even tripping 
             My heart paid the cost 
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise 
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes 
    As he drug her under and then let her go 
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow 
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf 
After that I forgot  
           There was anything left  
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck 
When I was just a boy 
God through me under the truck 
Of all the things in life we feel 
   We are all bound to God’s will 
Passion is a doorway between love and hate 
    God is the dealer in the game of fate 
              Our place is not to question why 
                       For if we do our faith will die 
            The deeper we hate the deeper we love 
            I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above 
                    Every gift comes at a price 
A world of experience behind my advice 
     Every smile holds a lifetime of pain 
Nothing that happens should happen in vein 
                         It is our choice that which we do 
 Know in your heart these words are true 
The harder we fall the further we climb 
             No ones life is totally sublime 
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you 
                 But only the living word is true 
The living word that beats in your heart 
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart 
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die 
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up 
Please come break my bread and share in my cup 
By the time our journey is through 
                      I’ll share all I am with you 
          Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see 
              ---Untwisted is truly the way to be---



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See you in heaven


It has been almost three years
since to heaven you did fly
We miss the beauty of your soul
now you share it with the sky...

Heaven now knows the warmth of your heart
So bright you put the stars to shame
the glow of Springtime's sun
will never be the same...

Our son has the strength of your soul
the passion of your heart with much to share
in his eyes your majesty of the cosmos
like you a love of animals with much to spare...

My love add your wonder to the stars
enhance the blue of the midday sky
we miss the unequaled shining light
and the tenderness in your eyes...

Soar all the way to heaven my lady
for eternal love has set you free
I await here among the living
for you to greet me in heaven splendidly..
~ ~


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Ideas Trapped In An Inactive Mind

Ideas Trapped By An Inactive Mind

Your mind is hidden in darkness
Thoughts trapped in deep crevasses
Their screams echoes through deathly shadows
Attacked and strangled at their every move
The struggle against invisible shackles
Drawing blood as they fight their captor
Demons search for ideas ripping them apart
Stripped skin strewn across an evil world
A world created from depression and mania
Leaving the ideas disemboweled in the frenzied heat
Blood, skin and guts boil under the demon’s breath
Screams of torture and pain fill the void left by random thoughts
Still alive they choke on the stale sulfuric air
Waiting to die while hoping to be saved
A quick mind lights the darkness
Giving new life to near dead ideas
The strongest fight while the weakest wither and die
The rise through the darkness
Rising into the light they look back
They see the lost ideas dying beneath them
They care about what was lost
What ideas will never see the light of day
And they grieve as they come to light
And they will be told and retold
For that is what ideas are meant to be
Shared by the entire world not killed 
Murdered by an inactive mind


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Final Days

Thoughts of a world without you
Make me cringe.
I felt you were invincible.
You were the constant,
The strength when I could carry the pain no more.
Always the courage when I was afraid.
My sole source for true love,
Love independent of my success or failure.
Never could I imagine this day would come.
Now, death grips your hand tighter than life.
I try to be strong.
I hope I am brave.
I pray every day I find your traits in me.
The hours seem to fly.
Tomorrow floats so far ahead.
Nothing is certain,
Each breath could be the last.
I weep, sad for the impending loss.
Yet joyous in the knowledge
Soon you will suffer no more.


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I Am So Tired

I am tired of counting the red dwarf stars in the Milky Way.
I am tired of counting the 7 years of grain in Pharaoh's silos.
I am tired of counting the steps to the sacrificial altar of the Chichén Itzá pyramid.
I am tired of counting the people swallowed by the Antioch earthquakes of 115 & 526.
I am tired of counting the victims of the 1737 & 1839 India cyclones.
I am tired of counting the departed from the Influenza Epidemic of 1918.
I am tired of counting the death toll of the 1931 China floods.
I am tired of counting the total military and civilian casualties of WWI and WWII.
I am tired of counting the number of Jews killed at Auschwitz, Belzec and Majdanek.
I am tired of counting the drowned in the 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami.
I am tired of counting the biomass of plankton in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.
I am tired of counting the needles on the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center
I am tired of counting the cracked and dirty windows at Riker's Island prison.
I am tired of counting down the clock until the our Sun becomes a red giant and dies.

God help me! I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep...
I'm immortal. I have OCD. I'm so tired of counting sheep.


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The Salted Leaf

Crystal sapphirine salted leaf,
The forlorn friend of aqua rose.
Memories of ages, only the leaf knows.
Bright blue tears of eternal grief.
The wedding bands confirm our love.
Passion, ardent affection for life.
I and Lenore forever my wife,
Beautiful as a pure white dove.
The eye of the rose reflects all,
You see the past in a single glance.
The aqua rose: Lenore, did me enhance.
Away she flew, to kingdom hall.
Why? Did she die; I do not know.
Answers in the blue crystal salt,
Sapphirine leaf will sorrow halt.
I eat the leaf for status quo,
My heartbeat quickens, then a smile.
Lenore, my wife doth call me hither.
Aqua rose begins to wither.
The saga must continue.

HGarvey Daniel Esquire


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Moving On?

As the sun caresses the world
In her warm embrace to wake us,
	I held you.
Like a toddler boldly stepping forth
Into the wondrous adventure awaiting,
	I taught you.
Admirer, collector, connoisseur of the fine,
I found so much to admire in you,
	I appreciated you.
Eyes twinkling starlight, impish grin,
I learned much and you taught me to play,
	I grew with you.
The glow of life, a bundle of joy,
You gave me my dream of having a family,
	I was you.
Romeo was just a passing fling,
My love was King … none surpassed my strength,
	I loved you.
Days now are just empty minutes,
My new quest to find peace and move on,
	I forgive you.
Cheeks wet, heart heavy, spirit strong,
Mind firmly stuck on dusty, old Memory Lane,
	I miss you.


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Without Me

Everything falls to pieces,
as the reality of my worthless existence
dawns on me.
So I crawl;
to that empty space
I call my mind.
To hide from the world
that wishes to
prick,
prattle,
and probe
until there is nothing left.
Except for me,
and my insecurities.
A endless assemblage
of dreams and regrets,
that have led me
to believe - 
THERE IS nothing left.
So as the last tear flows
I only hope,
tomorrow will be
a little less bleak,
Without Me.


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Pronouncing the Dead

How can you look someone in the eyes and tell them it's the end?
How can you possibly do that without shedding tears?
Or even blinking?
Do you not feel it? That pain, that pain that's taking over
Their soul, as you tell them their life is ending?
Or maybe it's just that you have lost your own soul? 
In that instant when you found out that the greatest part of yourself
Is about to disappear,
That its light was about to be permanently extinguished.
Can't you feel it? That sorrow that slowly shutters their hearts?
Or the fear that's taking over their minds? it's a furious fire,
Cutting off any glimpse of hope with its smog,
That fear, its suffocating their soul into its last gasp.
Can't you see it? How that laughter ends sharply, in pain?
How it breaks in half every time, never to relapse into its fullness?
How the darkness stealthily takes over those, once life-filled, eyes?
That following calm,
It's the call of darkness,
Smoothly enchanting their soul into submissiveness.
Until all is in deadly silence,
Their bodies still, their souls forever gone into unknown.
Do your tears come then? Do you feel their pain then?
Do you see it? Or do you stay the same?
Unchanged, unemotional, shell shocked,
And forever unbelieving still?


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The Baby Blue Bonnet

The smile on one's face makes them feel glad again
My sister always had a smile to share
Once came time for her birthday,
A handsome boy came to call
And along with him,
A baby blue bonnet that pleased us all.

The smile on her face showed us she was glad
She leaned in a gave a sweet little kiss
Then the Civil War started and he had to go
She would be crying for him.

The bleak war raged on
Many were dead
She was pining for him.

The sheets of casualties came and they left
Many were torn to pieces
My sister dear cried,
"He has died and left me!"
She hugged the dear baby blue bonnet.

The time was bleak when she claimed the body
Sister dear had to wear black
When came the funeral,
She brought with her
The beloved baby blue bonnet

She refused to wear the hideous black hat
"Instead the bonnet!" she cried
For she would remember
The sunny day when,
He gave her the baby blue bonnet.


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For Grandmomma Pt 2

Con't from Pt 1

At two years old your motherly instincts took me away./ What could my "mother" say,/ she 
was married to a man who had a violent hand./ I was too young to understand./ But being 
with Grandmomma was God's plan./ There was never a time I was too old for you to hold./ 
You protected me from abusive hands./ You would take beatings in my place from your old 
man./ Vile names would sting my young ears./ Your arms would comfort me and you would 
wipe away my tears./
     I remember as a child, Thursdays,/ being the best days./ A movie, then a toy,/ and ice 
cream could be no greater joy./ I was Grandma;'s boy/ You kept my belly full with home 
cooked meals./ You were the one who watched me ride my first bike without traiining 
wheels./ 
You use to tuck me into bed./ Read me a story and kiss my head./ The times I was sick with 
fever,/ you watched over me without catching a breather./
     For twenty-nine years your love was unconditional and without end./ You were not only 
my Grandmomma but my Mother, Father, my friend./ I pray my words spiritually reach to 
you beyond those pearly gates./ Because like in life, and in death, God had made us 
eternally Soulmates!/ I love you momma.....
 
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez     May 1, 1937-July 26, 2007
 
Note: I just finally finished this piece for my momma,  It took 2 years!
The form of poetry is "spoken work" Thought I would share this piece with you guys.
It's a deep personal piece and I hope it "reads well"   
                                                                         Jimmy


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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 


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Remember what I taught you

A dedication to my grandpa, 
i love you and miss you,
Your legacy lives on within my heart


The sun can shine
So bright, it makes you blind
Fooling, deceiving.
Very misleading .
The world telling you it's a good day
With just a simple ray.
Penetrating your mind
Telling you to leave all that behind.
So you leave it … Searching for anything to find.
To fill that hole in your heart ...with something kind.
So you go for a stroll in a park
And see a dog with a playful bark.
As you step near
You start to grow in fear 
Foam in its mouth 
You notice your head dropping south
Chin down
And start to frown.
You realize it's not so sunny anymore
Rain pours
No more birds soar.
Drop to your knees
And freeze
Start to cry.
Then wonder why.
Why do I feel this way?
Looking for answers, you go to the bay.
Watching the storm come in, you hear someone say, 
"Remember what I taught you,
You have to be strong.
Find the right
In the wrong. 
Everything will be okay.
Some days will rain. 
Some days will shine,"
Looking around to see who it may be
You continue to listen to the voice from the sea,
"some days you need to stop everything
And pray.
The Good Lord will take it away.
I've always been your strength
Strong for you and yours sister both."
As you realize who it is 
You start to cry, from sadness…
And bliss.
"I know you miss me…
And I miss you too.
No need to cry, 
Oh Catelyn, oh me oh my. 
But just always know I'm here,
In heaven 
watching over you. 
If you ever need me.
You know where I'll be. 
Watching over you from the clouds.
No need to worry.
Don't stress so much.
Life happens.
It peaks
And it stinks..
Given , I wish I was down there to talk to you. 
But it's all in God's plan.
Everything will be for the better. 
Now I'm sorry I have to go,
Check on your sister and cousins you know
Whenever your feeling rough
Whenever life gets tough
Remember what I taught you. 
Rain may continue 
Life will happen in different Venues
But go dance in the rain
Let go of the pain. 
Enjoy the life God granted you
…it won't last forever.
Don't plan out the future 
God has his plan
Live his will out
Not yours
Remember your still a kid,
So smile and I love you Catie did"
Tears rushing down your face
Tears of joy or sorrow 
You don't really know.
Remembering what your grandfather taught you,
With his strength You stand up 
Something in your chest starts to bump
Your heart, it's whole
Alive
Beating once again.
Pain is gone 
And you live on.
Dancing in the rain
With only life to gain.


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No Flowers

There are no flowers there...
just flies, and dust and sun
Where a child wanders
over dirt under calloused feet
under a blazing sun
on a barren land

there are no flowers
there are no trees

where hunger is the only companion
where a pool of dirty water is a lonely playground
where life drains out and sickness plays the only game

where no birds sing...
where the only sound are tears of the innocent

where a child alone, lays down
where there are no flowers
only thorns
for his grave






Submitted for "A Piece of Bread, Please" contest sponsorerd by Sami Al-khalili


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Transparent

Standing
under
an unjust moon
unable
   to move
from this
lurking mood
   of alone

no shadow
   cast by
this vaporous
form
reflecting nothing
   nothing
but empty
heart drained and
dust
   dry


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Amid the Purple Phlox

I am losing you again

White, oh your skin, whiter than pearls…
I sit here, trying not to stare,
Serene you are, as you lie in your bed,
How awful could agony become?

I am losing you again

Chapped and faded your divinely drawn lips…
Opaque, the spark in your eyes, it no longer exists,
Uttering out the words, "you had my heart from the start,"
Lament, your words are, as your lips part,
Does God really need another angel by His side?

Exasperating, your paralysis, suffocates me…
Abashed I awake, from a nightmare,  
Throbbing, I almost submerged your sheets with gasoline,

Yelping,
Oh poor baby, you are so soggy from the chemo,
Undying, everlasting we are, hang on my love,
Rusting your skin, your sickness is so ruthless, to kill you,

Could I really break the wall my pride has built?
Angst haunted me as I listened to the mournful,
Notes of the saddest symphony existing…
Could I please place a red rose on your mahogany sepulcher?
Endless our love is, as a paroxysm of pain,
Rushed through my blood,

Amid the purple phlox, and the emerald elms,
Waves of distress, overwhelm,
As I realise how your anguish was so true,
Yesterday, I wished I had died instead of you…


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Afterlife

There is a her shaped hole in this world
A black void
If you look hard enough you can still see the sparkles of the departed
Black diamonds of the afterlife
The entrance left open 
In case he needs to follow 

It's not in the leaving she said
It's in the living once I'm dead

The cold cold bed Sat in our room
The silence in the telephone
This is what the worst will be
The carrying on without me

It isn't in the leaving she sighs
It's in the knowing I didn't survive

She asked him once to be brave
Carry on forget her name
Give some meaning to his life
Leave behind the cold dead wife

How can you love me she asked
When all I want is to depart
How am I faithfully yours she cried
He just looked at her and sighed

It isn't in the leaving she cried
It's in the living once I've died
Where I'm going has no name
The darkness consumes me again and again

I'll wait for you she said
She promised as in life and death

I warned you along the way she said
I tried to make you see
I never belonged to your world 
I was never truly me
I belong to the nether world
I was put here by mistake
I'm waiting for it to draw me back
To take again my place

This is what she's seeing there
He's too used up to even care
Watching his restless nights and days
Keeping the haunting mind at bay
The last vision in his head is his wife hanging above the bed


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City of Shadows

A lonesome boat in the harbor rocks insanity.
Big waves of the black sea roll across the white sands
that fade into darkness for eternity.
Far from the life giving drops of rain are predators
in the city of shadows.
Feelings from the last solem breezes blow.
As the evening sun fades slowly into the night,
the pavement glistens like cracked glass
from the earlier evening rain.
A lack of silence remains.
In the city of shadows,
screaming voices creep in the corner of your mind.
Visions of the garden where the flowers died.
The dark alley reveals the emptiness of peace within your soul,
and death reveals the cold, cold truth way beneath the black crumbled earth.
Slapped with a strike of lightning,
disrupting the fall of silence where secrets crawl to hide,
in the foxholes of one's mind.
In the city of shadows, bewildered minds tick with the time of the clock.
Breath by breath falls perfectly out of place,
and darkness opens a new gate.
Tunes of the violin slowly fade away.
A new awakening to blindness,
in the city of shadows.


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Fallen Angles

Bang, there goes another.
Another life, another meaning,
Gone. Gone like the rain in the desert
Never to return.

It’s the sad truth that our children
Our teenagers

Cannot live in harmony together on our Earth.
We turn to the isolation.
To the pain.
To the self-hatred and the bitterness.
But what do we gain?

Our lives are not statistics.
We do not deserve this belittling
We do not deserve this treatment.
And yet we still take it all in stride.

We fall and we fall but it never seems to end.
And so we take everyone down with us in the long run.
When will we learn to grab hold,
and stop this incessant falling,
this constant drowning in our thoughts, in the shouting words of others?

Bang, there goes another.
A lost purpose, a lonely child.
Never to see themselves better than the ugly words of others
ever again.


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No Tears for Death

The Choir sang “Rejoice in the LORD Always”  -----      REJOICE
I Knock at Heaven’s door, His voice says come   -----      IN
I gasp at the sight of Glory, in a whisper I say oh  -----    MY
Since Our Everlasting Day : I wait patiently for    ----   DEATH
This is the Eternity my Heart has been waiting   ------      FOR
To be One with God ,Together Always You and   ----         I
Holding hands with Cherubim and Seraphim as We  ---  JOIN
The myriads of Angels, speaking tongues, Singing   ----   MY
Salvation’s song: with My Dearest,  Only Most   ------  BELOVED
My Wife, My Life, My Heartbeat for ALWAYS  ------        LENORE
To Praise; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost for Eons of  ---  FOREVER

Inspired By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen"s "End Line Word" Contest
Dedicated To my "Nubbies" L E N O R E ( 1st Place )

The Essence of "End Line Word" Form Thank-YOU POETRYSOUP for
YOUR Support and Participation


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The Beauty Of Austria Shattered

I remember the dream of Austria
As the war for me was finally closing 
High in my turret upon the Sherman
I entered this mountain paradise at last
Until I reached the earthly gates of hell

Within those eyes I found despair
That spark of life long dead
Their hearts filled of solitudes poison
Muted voices no longer calling out
Thousands of souls starving for hope
Existing amongst corpses who had lost it
Now just shadows of the once proud
Crushed by tyranny simply because they “were”

Empty men drifting about lost in a miring haze
Praying for the peace only death grants
So very few seemed to hold onto humanity
They had nothing to fear because all was lost
As I stood at the hells gates called Mauthausen

In that moment I found the truest of evils
Under the threshold of Hades a toxoid of hatred
Not truly comprehending what my eyes spoke
Numbed in fears I never knew subsisted within me
Standing frozen I wanted nothing more than to run
As the shell of that crying man fell in my arms
I am haunted by his words…”godheid bedanken”
My faith transfused giving him a moments hope

Within those high peaks of the songs of paradise
I lost my soul at the gates of a concentration camp
Every night since I hear his voice thanking God
He called us the wrath and thunder of reckoning
But…I was just a boy with rifle searching for a respite


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Deep and Dark Poets

Let us be; we are fine.
Our hearts are broken,
and we do all cry;
we show our emotions in blood and metaphor;
you sit and smile at my sorrow,
then you ask if you can help me.

The smiles are fake, but the words are real!
I throw my sorrow on a thin, piece of paper and call it poetry,
while dotting my I's with tear drops.
We are all poets, some speak it;
others write it,
but we never forget it.

You call me a cry baby,
saying all I do is complain,
and you point out the flaws instead
of encouraging the good to come out and shine;
"Another teen suicide today"-Oh- I wonder why?
No one cares,
till you are packed in a box and put six feet under.
Break my heart when I'm alive and well,
and stich my heart back together with words of praise
when I'm dead and long gone.
Nothing left to show,
but a stone with a name and date that is covered by fog
and forgetful snow.

We are the modern day Romantics,
so break our hearts for if we cry and wonder,
it means our hearts are still beating.
Don't still my hand or his or hers,
for we all have something to share
that's worth hearing,
... someone just has to listen...

.1.29.2014.


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Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


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L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)


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Peaceful Dreams

* For Carol's contest

Peaceful Dreams

Battlefields
     Contradictions to God’s intentions
     Death toll headlines spark contemplation

World without war
     Could such dreams come true?
     Hope lingers in hearts seeking clues

Make it happen
     Extend a loving hand to all nations
     End the tragic conflagration 

Fiery death scenes
     Who emerges victorious
     In battles so notorious?

I dream of peace
     Humanity and compassion
     Enjoyed by every nation

Harmony reigns
     And every life is recognized
     As one with merit, a unique prize

Our Lord’s vision
     Is surely within reach of man
     Black, white, red and tan

Learning to love
     Accepting our differences
     Guided by spiritual influences


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David

David, you mean the very world to me and more
Can you forgive me?
You brighten my days when I am low and dead
And you listen—you always are there to listen
Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder
You comforted me when I was scared to death
Of the demons…always watching…you were there
Watching over me, scaring them away from me
You save me by being alive and who you are, David
Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame
Because there are few that listen—few that listen
You draw the poisons of my pain clear out
And you let them sink into your own skin
You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out
I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown
I’m selfish and rude, and I always ignore you
And for ever doing that, I hate myself
Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up
I’ve been a selfish bastard and I hate me
For never giving you enough love

David you are everything to us all and more
Do you hear me?
You are so uplifting to all of those around you 
You are selfless—so incredibly selfless
And in the silence you lifted me high with praise
Because I knew you would always be the one to give it
Never was there a day that you didn’t believe in me
Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin
Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining
Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back
And I never saved you! From all the loneliness
I never thought of you! I was so selfish
I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory
You are amazing in every way
Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be
I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life
But now I ask for your forgiveness
Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow
I’ve never hated myself more than tonight
But I will never, ever say goodbye

*for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he’s been having some tough times. Thanks. *


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Hovering

How many have ever heard the song "Somewhere in Time?"
       It's a song with only music and with no words or rhyme.
 "Fantasie Impromtu" is another one written by Chopin?  
       Also a song of rare beauty without words thrown in.
These two songs along with "Moonlight Sonata" were played by my son.
       He's an acomplished pianist who can play most any run.
He played these songs at my funeral last week.
       Don't be shocked all you people keep on sitting in your seat.
You Poetry Soup poets who are sitting there reading this write.
       Yes you!  Don't turn around and look behind you or look to the right!
Do you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now?
       Well! It's because of me! I'm hovering over you somehow!
No don't look!  You won't see me. 
       My spirit is floating above your right shoulder freely.
I'm watching you read your poems.  Did you get some good comments today?
       Yes I saw where you wrote that beautiful verse, and that nice display!
You deserve that nice comment.  How about your soupmail?  Are there very many?
       Did someone tell you a secret?  Remember!  I won't tell and I know a plenty!
I've been watching you on Poetry Soup for hours writing your poems that rhyme.
       You're writing about love and mysteries, about cat tails, building spaceships and rhyme 
        time!
You're writing of happy new year, time warps, romantic longings and betrayals and how do 
        you do it,
       One of you says your poems are like children to you, one writes of beautiful women 
        with wit
And one of you even wrote of hanging berries!  And all of these wonderful poems I've read.
        I have hovered over many of you and you never even knew I was dead,  
Such wonderful talented writers we have on Poetry Soup. 
       Everyone writes his own style that belongs to this group.
So take heed when you sit down to write a new rhyme.
       And know that someone's watching you write all this time.
And when you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now.
       Well!  It's because of me!  I'm hovering over you somehow!


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Gone

It's under my bed where the darkness lies...
Scattered dreams of wounded butterflies...
I half awaken to my daunting dawn;
to find my sanity is all but gone...
I stumble through my dream-like day;
trying to forget that you have gone away...
I struggle with my fear of God,
as the reaper gently turns and nods...
So now it's time for me to go...
To sleep on that hill where the tall oaks grow...
Despair slowly exits along with the pain...
And I fade into the day like the whispering rain.


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When Young Men Die

When young men meet with
inexplicably sudden and biting ends,
     not the whitewashed passing of those long in the tooth,
     the silver-maned for whom all mourning may expire at death;
that burrowed-under-the-skin ache
where labored breath takes speechless flight
and bids farewell to carefree thought -
that a God of love
carries my heavy heart
seems inadequate in its wake.


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Gone but not forgotten

Our Country  Tis of  thee,  sweet land of Liberty, 
     That bleeds Red, White and Blue across the sands of a distant land.
For purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain..
      Their blood is among the plains.
Do You pledge allegiance to the Flag for which it stands,
      One nation In need of God…
             These United States Of America.
Oh does that star spangled banner yet wave  in the hearts and mind’s
     Of those who love it more than life.
For some it is their only gift
   The greatest gift of all.

From Sea to shining sea ,
   They’ve come and they’ve gone.
Some nameless, some known,
We all die,,
    But some never come home
 The Brave,,,Back to the land of the free.

                                                

                                                     W.A.R


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Abort

30 minutes that’s all you got Just 30 minute to live and to die You have no experience with anything Except breathing and seeing What would you save? What could you save? Your mind is undeveloped Your senses just begin to tingle You can’t communicate except to cry You have seen maybe 10 faces Were do you take these when you die Did Jesus stop by or did he miss you I certainly hope not Because then you become inanimate Did you really live at all. How do we measure time when it comes to a life? When did it start and how did it end. Somehow abort sounds harsh and life seems cruel. But we the living are prejudice because we did not have to make that choice Little children in heaven are the same ones you’ll find in hell.


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Thy Divine Mercy

Thou art merciful
in so that you doust
the flames of loathsome torment
that grows in thy heart
Being this said be mine
be mine and we will dispel
winters veiling gaze of discontentment
we are masters of stars 
envied by lordships and peasants alike
fatal star destined lovers 
brought forth to the world
from the loins of two foes
but destined to love till death
consumes us like a veil
while we sleep away the rest of our eternal
lives we wait to be reborn to love again


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Palisades Park

A rodent in the road

Jammed into my  tires

As I screeched to a halt,

Then bolted past

Remembering a deer

In the headlights

A victim underneath me

Forever frozen in ice

And slow motioned into

Sleepwalking in my mind

An instant replay triggered

By any myriad of buttons

Pushed at random

An overheard conversation

At the dentist’s office

Sending x-ray recollections

Into forward play and 

Changing my breath and

My complexion as I relive

My murders,

Clawed forever into a brain

Those guilty priests cannot forgive

Even God has allowed me to allow the

Remnants to remain for now

Brushed against my heart

Like orange and purple sunsets

At Palisades Park.


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Final Reprieve

The desperate man stands alone in the room. He gazes around at the dust and the gloom. The chair, it is old, and it creaks when he lifts. The noose he has tied, it constricts as he shifts. He rocks back and forth, and he moves to and fro, He kicks at the seat, and time starts to slow. Now the visions and voices cease to haunt me: I am that man, and I'm finally free.


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Never To Be Found Again

Nightmares creep and swallow her whole
nothing is left but an empty shell
She is no longer home

Dreams are now a thing of the past
Shadows are cast. Alone
she sits her dark room


She stays alone and cries every
night she has nothing to do
with her lonely life

She tries to break free of
this endless hurt but now nothing is left
and she has no reason to carry on


She takes the blade and holds it tight
she will now be able to sleep
peacefully tonight


No one knows what led to her end
all that is known is that she is lost
and never to be found again.


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Lay me to rest

Lay me to rest

I long for you, my precious maze.
Windows shut, I feel your gaze.

The waves have raged, our blissful shore,
Running from the fearless winds, I shall let no more.

Helpless to your whispers, once heard before.
Cuffed to these images, I'll take no more.

You ask why this, simple to deny.
Who must I convince to let this image die?

Your lies have ceased.... my tear has dried, 
it will rain for days, coldness will take me to your side.

Drenched by the waters of my darkened light,
Can't take you with me, I've lost all sight.

Thundering pressure felt upon my thighs.

I feel so weak... must close my eyes.


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Between 2 Cars

My '90 Dodge Daytona sat
Broken down
On Horseblock Road.

We hitchhiked east
To Kelly’s induction,
Embarrassingly tardy.

The trucks were leaving
Ashes were spreading
And 16 people stood
Broken down
Outside the service.

Sean, Laura and I approached.
We made 19
Peers in formal wear
Feuding for space
Between 2 cars. Packed with living friends,
We found our way back home.
Sean’s flag stood through his window,
Guiding and mediating,

So nowadays I try to reason with atheists.
I’ll never forget returning to my Dodge.
It started and drove without a flaw,
And I felt like I had aced a test.


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dark thoughts

darkened moon
filthy room

five fast bullets
locked and loaded

perilous inches
from my head

fate is held
by my true loves' hand


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the art of persuasion.

She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed 
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand.  As he walked away,
she fantasized about making love with him, for he possessed both charm and 
exceptional good looks; he certainly was enchanting...thick, black wavy hair,grey-
green eyes...tall...muscular ~ oh, those muscles...all over his tanned body...head
to toe.

But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy 
metal 
staff
for 
balance...

after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for 
one
pathetic
soul.

The evening of the deed was a frigid six degrees, and there was a dead smell of
the sun.  She stayed late after work, waiting anxiously until everyone had gone.
Finally, he was alone in his office, so she placed the pearl necklace around her
fragile neck and unbuttoned her red, silk blouse so to reveal her sexy red
camisole.

She entered the office, and gently leaned over him from behind; he was aroused
by the scent of her "Red Door" cologne...his favorite, and his senses were even
more heightened as he turned around and observed her erect breasts speaking
in a language only he understood.  With his large hands, he slowly explored her
thighs, making his way up her black skirt.

"You have beautiful legs."
"You think so, huh?"

They kissed, and the necklace brushed his chest; he didn't feel well, at all.  He 
was hot...so hot, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish
tinge....then blackish...

He
burst
into
flames;

then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.

She walked over to the black wrought iron mirror and smiled; her wrinkles were
gone...vanished...just as promised; she was ten years younger.

The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.

"I have one more assignment for you."
"But we made a deal, one soul."

She began to feel peculiar, and as she viewed herself in the black mirror, she 
began aging...ten years...twenty...thirty...she pulled out a large clump of thin, white
hair.

The room darkened from his moonly mind.



"My dear, the other soul...is yours."


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At Your Grave

Silence: All I hear when I call out your name. Snow envelops me and snuffs out my flame. Gone is the light with which your name can be read, I think I hear you, but it's all in my head. I'm deep in the woods where no songs can be heard. I am the only one here, and I speak but four words.


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The Red Empress

Snarling contempt hiding behind a warm smile
Your black heart throttles your deception
Words spoken are a poison
Shielding my mind
 
A current of blood trails your wake
Cracking the mantle
The foundation crumbles
Grey ash billows from the marble
 
In your summer dress
Now dark stained with the deceit
Decrepit and impotent
Quake at your presence
 
 Blinding pain
Necks whiplash in your scorn
All shall flee
All shall fail
 
My pain is your fuel
The pyre burning strong within me
Lash at me more
Push me away
 
Blood from the pores
Crying at the past
You built us up
We were to last
 
The more taken away
Beckons me to remain
The others matter not
It’s for you to say
 
Sit upon your throne, Empress
The skulls craft your chair
Black veins are your skin’s décor
Your snarl begs for more
 
Smoke and ash in my vision
The world is smoldering ruin
Cries of the damned excite you
Grip me by my neck
 
Flames lick our bodies intertwined
Brief flashes of your promise
Shall we burn forever in your reign?
 Or should you suffer too;
And writhe in our pain?


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Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance


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Gossamery Wind

 
i have seen the pale horse
unmask your face
color it white
till you blended with him
like a blank stare of the moon

his hooves beat in a heart
where silence now falls
as a gossamery wind
caught my breath
beneath the still of yours

his pace separated our worlds
through the eternal place of his own
your soul temporized within his passage
into partings of darkness
drawn through shades of eyes
that once could blink away fog
yet now lost the ability to do so
under the seal of fate

I have seen the indurated clay
that holds you tight
yet your shadows tramp my mind
as if it were a common street
these vivid memories hook my thoughts
as if fifty bucks could own my soul

curse you, even in death
your immortality still robs
choking me of every breath
my scars harbor your death
i close my eyes to these blocks of mind
your soul still owns...

I resurrect the pale horse, curse him
yet place him higher than the stone walls
or granite that bears your name
and kiss nothingness at your grave

my mind becomes calm again
but my roots remain twisted
beneath the silence of your wind
yet i curse you 
and i curse him
the same!


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An Unfair Ending (Edited for space limits)

His face, withered, gaunt
His eyes cloudy, filled with a haunting vacancy
His voice weak , shallow
Seldom spoken these last difficult days

His hair is white and thin
His skin, so delicate and discolored
The strength has left his fragile body
And he lies, waiting

Yet I remember the man who was my Father
In my youth, so tall and strong
His eyes a deep blue with a depth of the seas
Thick, wavy, black hair tousled about his head

He walked with an unaware arrogance
Never knowing that all eyes were upon him
This handsomest of men, beautiful, confident
No one could match his brilliance, his seductive air

Unconscious, innocent of the power he possessed
The command he held with peers, a leader of men
A bright star in the universe, a life spent searching for answers
Politics, Economics, Religion…his battlegrounds

Yet, with all his perfection
He remained kind and true to all
Generous, loving; never an unkind word
A light for all who knew him

But the cruelty of life is worse for some
His body wracked with an unforgiving disease
Seizing him, slowly at first…a tremor
Then completely, leaving him helpless

Dependent upon those who had worshipped his strength
Lying in his bed, languished, weak
Nearly impossible to eat, difficult to drink
Each day descending further into darkness

Life’s cruelest blow to one so special 
Chosen by angels as their brightest star
So blessed to have loved such a man
Still loved, but pitied for the terrible loss

For such men were never meant to suffer this fate
To fade each day, closer to oblivion
He would never have chosen this
Broken, suffering silently in stoic resignation

Pride now replaced with painful gratefulness
He tries to manage a smile
His rigid muscles fighting the instinct
For he spent his life smiling

But old age has given him no peace
No time to reflect on the legacy he leaves
He waits as life deals its unjust ending
For one who was so great, so good

I hold his cold, thin hand in mine
Holding back the tears that burn
I will remember him, the Father whom I have loved
I see him walk away, wavy black hair, a cute little wink

As he leaves this tired shell, worn, used up
Once again becoming the unbroken man
I see him strut again, his quick, bouncy steps
As he climbs the ladder to the heaven he has earned

I hear the trumpets of the angels
Welcoming their special creation
A man of compassion and ideals
My Father, My Daddy…How I will miss him


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The Four Horsemen

I saw the Four Horsemen -
the famous apocalypse guys.
They rode silently past neatly folded laundry,

They approached me in silence,
their breathe a rye and meadow wind.
Each of them in turn,

gliding ghostlike past where I sat,
watching steam on the mirror
grow cold.

War had no use for me,
past my prime, bum knee.
Not even as cannon fodder.

Famine had little to work with,
I had known hunger, want, poverty,
nothing he had could scare me.

Pestilence likewise dismissed me out of turn,
for which I’ll be forever grateful,
probably too sedentary to spread the touch.

And Death, well, we all must dance,
but today is not the day, now not the hour,
Death merely bid me good day.

And then they were gone, their vacancy tangible,
while I decided to look up embolisms or strokes,
trying to close this doorway into myself.

Until I saw the tracks in the talcum powder,
heard the soft whicker of horse,
and tasted their life on my tongue.


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His Blood Flowed Down

He stood before the soldiers,
a king draped in royal purple.
          He was crowned
with a circlet of thorns woven together, 
and pressed into His brow:
Sharp, piercing, cruel thorns.
And His blood
                 flowed
                        down.
Mocking soldiers played their part well.
Bowing low with sneering faces
then rising up with wooden staff
           they struck Him,
over and over and over again.
The king said not a word.
They spat on Him and laughed.
The king remained silent.
No condemnation escaped His battered lips.

He was brought before His subjects,
beaten, bruised, but not broken.
            Not defeated.
Crucify Him!  Crucify Him!,
His subjects shouted as they rejected Him.
So He was stripped of His robe,
nailed to a crude wooden cross,
where His blood
                    flowed
                           down.
   
"Father, forgive them!", He cried.
"They don't know what they are doing."
 They didn't know who He was.
      They didn't know that He had come 
       to teach them the path to God.
           They didn't know that it was for their sin
           He was dying.
                They didn't know that He was the one 
                 they had been waiting for:
                 their Messiah, Deliverer, King.
                     They didn't know how much He loved them
                     as His blood
                                    flowed
                                           down.

4/17/2014


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Painless

Take my heart, blow my mind. 	
Throw me down, listen to me whine.	
Speed my pulse, flush my face.	
Reel me in and off my tracks.		
Watch my eyes fade to black.		
Tear me up and crush my soul.	
Eat my heart out for that is your goal.     
Darken the sky and chill my skin.	
Make me throb deep within.		
Shove my body against a wall.
Agressive, mean, and most dangerous of all.  
Get me going with your touch,		
Make my blood come out in a rush.	
Bruise my skin and slit my wrists.	
Make me clench my dirty fists.		
Run me over with your madness.	
Kill me easy, quick, and painless.


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Who Though

Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes 
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night 
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand 
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet 
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life 
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school 
Who would have thought our childrens children 
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool 
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace 
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure 
Who would have thought teenage life is harder 
When your getting bullied or picked on in school 
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house 
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door 
Who would have thought in life know a day's 
Death is more near to our lives then ever before 
    Who Would Have Thought


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The Sachsenhausen Violinist

We could smell blood everywhere.
Sitting crouched against white,
Lifeless marble,
Our violins to our chins
As crusted black blood
Stuck, pleadingly,
To our music sheets.

We were to summon beauty in hell;

To compel the murderous to tears
And the dying back to life, but,
I could smell blood everywhere.
My heart gave out in a
Lurching throb.
My bow swam against the hair
And I, in mind, among the countless wasted.

This could happen anywhere.
And this happens everywhere.
Beauty in hell.
The fount of flowers in the black.
The smoldering sickness
Against sweet-lacquered intentions.
Blood is everywhere.
As we hunt blindly, stupidly,
For the grace of gauze.


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It's Falling

It's not suicide,
it's falling.
Falling hopelessly,
helplessly into that dark place.
The one you've covered up for so long.
The one that is hidden behind your smiles and laughs and rehearsed joy.
For so long you've waited,
everyday only getting closer and closer to the edge.
You cut and bleed, hurting yourself because somehow, 
someway it helps with the pain.
When things are good, they're bad.
When things are bad, they're horrible.
The pain of day to day life can be only so tolerated.
'Till that day when the cutting, 
poking,
prodding, 
and bleeding doesn't help anymore.
And you finally fall.
You slip so effortlessly into that dark hole,
where there's no room for light. 
Nothing but the final escape from that bitter pain.
Freedom.
As it gets darker and darker, you can see the light.
Not a light of something better, but a light that it's all over.
It's like a continuous rabbit hole,
never ending.
Until you hit the bottom and you're gone.
It's not suicide,
it's falling.


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Emotions

Emotions to fill the vastness of a lake.
       I think of you drowning in that lake.
       I offer you my hand, and
  lacking the courage 
 of your convictions
 you say no.
 And you wallow 
 in your sorrow,
   and the banks overflow.


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The End

I can't bear it anymore..
Waiting for people to arrive
Expecting the world to tend to me
Hoping the world will just fall into my hands
Continuing my laziness and procrastination
People liking me and not knowing why
Wishing instead of taking action
Lacking skills I need to make my life successful
Living in a home with no peace or privacy
Pretending I'm someone I wish I could be
Drawing pieces that fail in competition
Writing random lines of complaints 
Feeling the need for pity
Being a hypocrite..

Do I try harder?
I've grown too accustomed to laziness
Do I wait or at least TRY to take action?
I don't have the motivation or the power
Am I just making excuses?
I probably just need to quit complaining
Am I too paranoid?
I just care about my life unlike the rest
Do I continue?
I can't continue in sanity
What can I do?
I'm too confused to know

Where can I scream?
Where can I relax?
Where is there peace?
When will the suffering stop?
What is wrong with me?
How did I get this way?
Who is really there for me?
How can I just escape?

Too many questions!
STOP!!!!
..


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Lamenting Spirit

Seemingly standing alone,
In the shadows of doubt and fear,
Lost, cold, forgotten,
Cold is the grasp of death that nears

Seeking a hand in darkness of solitude,
Wishing for nothing but a love,
Turned away, cast aside, borne not even a stray, lone thought,
Towering aloft, looked down upon from far above

Throned so high overhead, just as kings of old,
Glared down upon, a lowly tear forsaken so,
Caught within a trap, drowning, mists of sorrow,
A voice unheard, a voice deserted, only a voice in woe

Wandering such great, forlorn paths,
A derelict mind harshly beat, a mind that has since long been vacant,
Rove, this neglected child does,
One mind among so many, outcast, this dolor mind abeyant. 


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So Cruel (Repost)

In the darkness , I hear voices saying “ Rest-in Peace “
  The sound, of thunder, the shovel  full of sweet earth
           Cascading upon my casket  Death is Imminent

In the silence of my thoughts I await  the Heavenly Light
  The quietude of Death, the dreams of my beloved LENORE
            Soon I will leave this Limbo, this blacken Purgatory.

In life I waited decades for OUR Souls to become ENTWINED
  My most beloved LENORE : Where is the GLORY of FOREVER?                                       
This is my grim and ghastly, soundless colourless  ETERNITY
  No songs of My LENORE, no brilliance of LENORE’S  Beauty 
                                      SO     CRUEL 
                                  SO    VERY   CRUEL


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Earth Our Blessed Earth

O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them in my hand...so when you are blue...so blue
so deep dark blue...you can come to me 
I will open my hand and you can wonder...wonder...wide open wonder
at Xanthe yellows and amber golds streaming from my palm...my palm...my humble palm 
and you will become immortal 
O if only I could keep you there...you...only you
swathed in light and warmth
safe...sound...close to me forever
You who I am lost to...over a thousand vessel-ed seas
O how l long for the sea...the sea...the sparkling sea
in it's emerald greens and topaz hues 
in it's passions and powers and motion
I long to place it in my heart...my heart...my a thousand times broken heart
so the pieces can wash away and my essence can float free into the wind...
the wind...the wild whipping winds that billow the sheets hung in your yard 
and whisper wild to the my inner demons 
washing them away with the rain...the rain...the falling rain 
that fell and fell and fell again 
keeping you from my door...O my door...that blessed door 
that opened to your face one cold crisp morn...so blessed by God
O my God...my God...my gorgeous God! 
if only I could hold your essence in my mind 
that I would not get lost so often in the wretched forest of thoughts and shadows
my shadows ...my small and tall...wide and slanting shadows 
if only I could rope you and keep you tamed...so the things that hide 
behind and within you
can not escape and create in me...the darkness...the darkness...the black coal darkness that chases me down alleyways of night and slivered moon...O moon...my beautiful mindful midnight moon...my crescent and full moon
O if only to swing with you round and round and round the earth 
and cast a glorious shine upon everyone...upon every single child who needs love 
O my love ...my love....my eternal love 
if only I could sprinkle you like confetti...upon the earth 
and ease the pain I would...I would...upon my life I would
O life...the very thing life...the breathe that enters that which wasn't and so then is
O if only you did not flee so quickly by but could be cradled away from death
Death....O death...O damnedable death!
if only you were not so draped in confession that I must pray
I pray...O how I pray that the vastness...the vastness...the great and cosmic-ian vastness beyond 
is more splendid still than Earth...our Earth...our wondrous 
perfect hungry sad beaten tarnished dirtied Earth...
O MY EARTH...how I love you!


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Passage to Beyond

Passage to Beyond

Our loved ones leave this world
 softly fading
 a secret smile playing 
upon their lips
What do they see beyond the mist?
Is someone there? Waiting?

Others volunteer to disappear from this place
thinking it is the only solution 
to their heart shattering
from events old and new
Seeking relief at any cost
no thought beyond this selfish act.

Others, beloved forever,
leave this plane in a rush of fire,
fear, fury and bravado
so careless of the ones left behind
to mourn, to miss, to try to 
fit the pieces together again.

…..and if we watch...listen...very carefully
we will see....hear...our dead creeping back
to collect their footsteps.

Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes


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They're in a Better PLace

They're in a Better Place
 
This is not the time
for well-intentioned
testimony to
ethereality
so unfathomable
as these deaths
before me.
 
Praise heaven
and rejoice;
disguised as consolation
to me,
fractured,
who knows no better
than grief;
 
I have been left;
let me rage;
let me cry out
in torment;
let me.
 
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
February 22, 2012


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The Chasm Of Depression And Death

The Chasm Of Depression And Death

Screams heard in the far off distance
Tales of pain and horror
Echoing through the night
They call for a hope that is never to come
Their calls fall on deaf ears of those who went before
The light from the distant blood red moon is dim in lost chasm
Unable to show what the night has hidden
Depression and thoughts of death fill the air
Young people die by their own hands
One useless suicide after another
Their futures destroyed while their screams go unanswered
Hope hides on the edge of the valley
Just out of reach and so far out of their dreams
It waits for someone to find it
Wanting to reach down to help
It starves from the lack of attention
Young people dying in a chasm of depression and death
Never giving life or hope a chance
Never looking to the heavens
Never finding what they should have seen all along
If only someone, somewhere would have said something
Made them look harder at the edge of the chasm
Maybe it could have saved just one life
Then another and another until the chasm closed
And no other young person would fall into its depths


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night visions

            The 
              night
              struggles
              with
              illusions
             of
          drowning
         in
          a
           warm,
             turquoise
             sea...
           Tiny
          grains
           of
              sand
                 float
                   in
                    front
                  of
               eyes
            opened
           wide
           as 
              we
               sink
                deeper...

                  deeper...

               trapped...

          in clarity.


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Anorexia Nervosa

A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and magazines
Tell her she is not what they want
She is not thin
She is not beautiful
Everyday her eyes cry as she looks at who she is
The perfect her hidden within
The beautiful soul they will not let her see
She diets
She starves
Still she does not fit the mold
She feels unloved
Unwanted
Eating less than a cracker a day
Throwing up the scant food she eats
Her body changes
Wasting away
They make her up
She wears a beautiful white dress
They close the lid
Denied the perfect her
The person she should have been
She lies in eternal rest
But she is loved
She is wanted
She will be missed


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The Crippled Pigeon

The crippled pigeon
Who had the gift of love
Adopted three orphaned
Bunnies; sheltering
Them under her tiny wings
Love was in the air 
With this tiny little dove


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Grandma

Grandma,

It has been two ears
Since I got the call.
“she’s gone”
Gone. Forever. No more.
I sat in bed and cried.
Cried so hard I would shake.
Tried to put on my bravest and happiest face.
Failed.
Didn’t get to say goodbye
Didn’t get to tell her
That I love her one more time
Last grandparent alive
And I didn’t get to say goodbye.
Sixteen days off of life support
Slowly dying,
Slowly suffocating
A year and a half later and I get to go to her grave.
Final resting place
A slab of stone and a chunk of grass.
She’s up with grandpa, 
Finally happy
But down here, my heart hurts
I miss her phone calls
3 a day
Mom says she’d want me to smile 
When I think of her, not cry
But I can’t help it
Two years later, 
I still shake.
Still sob until it hurts
Valentine’s Day is the second hardest day
Her birthday.
The whole family hasn’t been together for two years
There’s a very big whole in our hearts
She belongs there
She is a beautiful angel now
Watching over her family, smiling.
I hope to god that she is proud of me
Of whom I've become
I would give anything to hear her say
“Hi honey”
She didn't have a mean bone in her body,
Always wanted the best for her kids, grand kids.
We were her whole life
I regret not answering her phone calls.
I will never forget her
She will always be in my heart,
And every April 20th, I will remember her.
Remember her smile,
Her laugh,
How she loved her Moo-Moos,
And her St. Patricks day.
She is with her husband now, 
Happy in heaven.
Finally at peace
I know she is watching us
Everywhere we go, she is there
Tell grandpa that I say hello,
Beautiful angel.
Rita Seitz
O4,2O,2O11


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For Grandmomma Pt 1

A lot of lessons learned./ I sip this Hennessey and fought the burn./ My mind is clouded with 
so many memories./ I hear your voice "Boy pick yourself up off your knees"./ But I wonder 
why God would take you away from me./ Please Lord I need some clarity./ Nothing makes 
sense.  I cry, I can't lie nor deny I'm drowning in my own dark obscurity./
     The pain remains inside./ Eating me alive./ I wonder without you if I'll survive./ I try and 
hide from the responsibilities in my life, but have no success./ So I'm left with this heartache 
in my chest./ Tears roll down my cheek./ Does that make a man weak?/ God I need to 
know./ Was it just her time to go?/
     So many times I sit down attempting to express what I was feeling,/ but my heart and 
mind wasn't willing./ Nothing I wrote seemed to be enough,/ to compliment you and your 
motherly love./ Every time I thought of you I felt like balling up in a fetal position and dying./ 
I could not write about you without breaking down and crying./
     For awhile I carried a bad attitude./ Looking for an excuse to accuse anyone in my family 
forever disrespecting you./ I think about all the tears my grandmomma shed./ I wished her 
alive and everyone else dead./ Was it my imagination or was it your pretty face I saw in the 
clouds?/ I hope you're looking down on me and you're proud./ And you're hearing my voice 
right now somehow./ I wish there was a button I could push to rewind./ So I can tell you 
what's on my mind./ Kiss your check./ Have you speak./ Hold you just one more time./
     Your passing took away my energy./ You said you would never leave me./ You were 
always so honest./ So when you broke your promise,/ It left me confused./ I felt cheated 
and my soul was bruised./

Con't in Pt 2


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My day

As the wind grew, and the clouds rolled in, the droplets of rain hit my page. I continued to write. Nothing was going to stop me. I, was going to finish. It started to rain harder. thunder cracked, and lightning flashed. Soon, my writing was smudged. As I continued to write, a thought came to mind. Was this the life I had wanted? Or was I just a puppet, in the hands of someone else? I had finished, and just in time. My world grew dark. I knew this was the end. I had written my will, as I knew this day had come. It was time for me to go, and leave it all behind. I, was done here.


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A Childs Prayer - God We Need To Talk

Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock, 
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray, 
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed. 
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray, 
And that you would show me the way.

Well God I don't understand. 
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand, 
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son. 
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy, 
Would be happier with mommy. 
Cause daddy talks to her, 
And mommy's not even there.

God can you please,
Give my mommy wings, 
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean, 
And God I know, 
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs, 
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings, 
She could hug me and daddy.

Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen, 
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her, 
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God, 
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen, 
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.

I was still on my knees, 
Beside my little girls bed, 
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss, 
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room, 
And kissed my wife's picture, 
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray, 
I said God, We need to talk.


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Bewitchment of Poseidon

How sweet the sound of raging sea!
Long has peace reigned so devoted,
But has it thought of wicked treachery? 
Nay, it had never plotted retribution!

Be that as it may,
I, the goddess of the deep,
Utter these very words of incantation
To suppress the fury that curses my veins!

May the vicious wind kiss the sky,
As rain pours down with shattered glass.
Let waves of thunder lacerate merciless boulders.
If confusion withers the depths of tranquility,

So let it be!


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Aqua Rose

Deep in the Caribbean coral reef;
A bright blue rose, one salted leaf.
The stem has strength of ancient gods.
The roots of time have not withered
Her petals of truth grow strong with age
Her story unfolds from a watery cage
Her stamen: the history of man.
I knew her well, Aqua, my wife.
No longer seen with mortal eye,
You don't hear her sobs: her cry
No sweet hello's, no fond good-bye.
Memories of undying love.
Floating serenely in waters blue
The hottest sunshine filtered through.
The Aqua Rose is my love true.
Her watery grave shall be redeemed.
Long before Aqua was a rose;
She was innocence, personified
She was mine and I was hers
Soon we shall share Eternity.


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Sand Sleepers

She lay upon the chill drying sand disheveled lay the brassy gold of her hair adorned with seaweed upon her blue gray cheeks small pink crabs crawl the ruched red skirt she wore washed back and forth waist high showing white cotton chill winds blew drying sand across her open blouse drying like bits of stardust on her lashes sand sleepers nest in her open eyes.


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Jesse

The sun was blaring down 
That August afternoon
When Jesse came into the town 
Of Early Blossom Bloom
The sun had blistered up his skin
His shoes were worn and tired
The clothes he wore upon his back
Was all that he acquired

Jesse was a loner 
Traveled light and all alone
No family he could speak of
No place to call a home
For food and basic shelter
He would trick upon the street
For a twenty dollar bill 
His throat would be a treat

His body aged and weary 
From the life now forced to live
A new found way of living
No man had chose to give
The effort once put forth
Strength he no longer had
To earn an honest living
A concept he didn’t have

What would come of Jesse 
No trade to call his name
In life he loved so many men
Each one a different way
But love for him was just a fix
An action he would show
Not something that would stick around
And nourish his inner soul

He travels to the city 
In hopes to find a friend
One last fool to take
Before giving up his sin
But in this town 
There was no one
To cater Jesse’s ways
No place for him to go and stay
Or a simple bed to lay

He sat down on the park bench
As dusk filled up the sky
Weary from the journey made
In hunger he did cry
In life he played a hell of a dance
No partner came to stay
Deep down afraid 
The city streets
Would be his home to stay

In Jesse’s heart was anger
For the people passed him by
Not one kind word was spoke to him
He sat alone and cried
His prayers of some compassion
Were seemingly unheard
This was life for him now
Banished from the world

He died that night a lonely man
On the park bench all alone
Laid to rest in a lonely grave
The place he now calls home
The life and times of Jesse
Now just a memory 
He was a man most would forget
For shame of his company

Think back on the life and times
That Jesse brought to earth
Would you have shown compassion?
If you seen him all alone
Who is to say who is to judge
For a life lived on the streets
For Jesse it was all he knew
And all he could ever be


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Love and Hatred

Twin brothers born of humanity 
Raised in the heart land
Fed by circumstances
Shaped by choice
Same freedom
Different destinies 

I saw Love grow with limbs
Stretching wide to pull everything
To himself even hatred
And i saw hatred grow with craws
Hiding them in his bosom
Till they grow longer and stronger

I thought this Love kid was too touchy 
And i treasured Hatred he was for special occasions 
Defending my weaknesses and flaws 
Love was ridiculing my my all efforts
He was becoming extravagant, giving this giving that
Not like Hatred a sweet heart who measured 
According to what he treasured 

Years have gone by and 
Love has prospered with many friends
Many people giving back to him
Yet hatred brought out his claws,
His fangs came out
And he grew three horns

One of rejection
another for despair
And bigger one with this word engraved 'loser'
I watched these twins
Walk different directions like light and darkness
Their waring grand fathers

I walked two their birthday parties
Few turned up, gave him crowns and called him Dad
For hatred the party was noisy
Many gathered worshiped him 
In fear of the horns
Love commanded his servants to dress all that came
with compassion, faithfulness, and honor
Hatred commanded his subjects
To kill every one that came for the party
Many died few survived


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Angels Wings

It's so hard
to say goodbye
when ones we love
fly
away on angels wings
so hard to remember
goodbye
is not forever
just a moment
in time
a fleeting moment
to be endured by the
faithful
to be overcome
by the children of
God
but still we
cry
sad but true
cry we do
please
just hold on
until the angels
come for 
you


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I scattered your ashes today

I scattered both your ashes today
On a high windy crag at Rame Head.
I slowly unscrewed the containers
And when I looked inside, you were dead

As I opened the lid very slowly
I could see, smell and feel your emotions
I could hear both your voices a whispering
And your spirits meandering in slow motion

I stood there, on that spot, in that moment
Expecting to be overwhelmed
With some kind of heavenly spirit
That might rise from the silvery sand

You both looked younger than I remember
Held each other tightly round the waist
Your shoulders were slightly hunched over
As you made your way to the gate.

There was a lot that I wanted to say
But the words didn’t come that day
But my head was full of emotions
I knew that you’d know what I’d say

There was white bone mixed with silver gravel
Which I threw over a granite rock
Then the wind took the rest of you
And then the ashes ran amok

Knowing soon that I have to go home
And the fact that some ash covered me
Was making me feel as if you’d never be joined
As part of you was stuck onto me

Could I have scattered them better?
Probably



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The Lads

Chase the leather
Lads.  Keep the wickets
Lads. Love your mum 
Lads.  Be strong 
Lads.  Don’t cry 
Lads.  Be healthy 
Lads.

Obey your headmaster
Lads.  Listen to the bobby
Lads.  Listen to the government 
Lads.  Look down the sights
Lads.  Don’t reveal your position
Lads.

Be silent
Lads.  Die in anonymity
Lads.  Drag the dead bodies
Lads.  Dig your hole
Lads.  Grasp your hair 
Lads.  Eat the soil 
Lads.  Never come back 
Lads.


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The Dead Vintner's Diary

I wake-up to a sudden wail
probably, someone passed away
 
the whistles of the melancholic tune 
of the passing winds made
 
a woman weep, as the angels trumpet 
in no tune now chanting in unison 

without reason in the midst of 
forgotten tombstones, of marble 

rubble, where in silence lies 
the diary, in which the secret of growing 

vines could be found, the gardening 
ways of the ancient gods, yet 

in flick of time the vineyard will not
be the same, as the rake stand 

rusting as days go by, and his 
epitaph, engraved from own sweat 

and blood has revealed that the sweet 
wine, the true essence of his spirit

the glory that he had kept 
for years, is nothing, but me…


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Black Scarlet (Love in the 2nd Degree)

are we crazy or just contrived 
lazy or simply self-involved? 
are we insignificant, significant 
or just like everyone else 
deranged on the outside 
swimming through dead oceans in our heads 

am i death or am i over-simplified 
is my breath as thick as the painted eye lashes 
that stick to your eyes? 
are you in love with your anemia 
or anemic to love 
breathing came so easy 
now you're lucky to get one 
mouthful 

forever in ruins or ruined to become 
pinned to pages or pinned under thumb 
like the bleeding nape of a baby 
thorough true to yourself 
under circumstance we are death-like 
only because we know we can 

the heart 
like a thick abscess of black mucus 
pumping sweet death to all who may ask 
now clogged with regret 
regret for the living 
regret for the loving 
love of anemia 
anemia of love


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Dark Pathway

The Heart of LOVE enveloped YOU and  --   I
In the course of EVERLASTING LOVE I   --   Failed
My minute blacken heart would not let you -  In
Looking back through time I do see a Pure  -- Life
The watches, Grandfather clocks of  Time  --    Running
Oblivious to the feeling of pain from  Falling   --  Down
Stumble over nothing along midnight Black    --   Paths
Following an unseen grotesque horned being   --   Leading
My uncleansed Soul across my Death’s river    --   Toward 
An Eternal Damnation living in a blazing Hot    ---    Hell
 
Dedicated To my POETRY Brother, Ruben Ortellao ( YOUR Turn )

Author's Note : This is a New Form of POETRY Dane-Ann and I are Trying
to get started We Call It " End Line Word POETRY " 


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Wrists

The sharp edge 
catches the light on my
wrist like a bangle that was 
meant to be there

The blade has teeth but
doesn't smile
it just knows, it just understands
me
and my shaking fingers

like a servant 
it will do as I ask
like a slave
there is no choice
like a friend 
it loves me more than others
who find themselves
on the opposite side
of my locked
bathroom door

And now I call, now I let fall
all of the change
I would never see come to pass
I hold tight to the razor edge
and bury it through my vanishing skin
I can't win, but I will be here
fighting back the world
with a leaking heart

Which spills off my arms...
onto a desensitized, white floor

This is my door, my way
my red choice forming pools
around my fallen, slumped hands

I just want to be understood
I just want to show
all this color within

And you can have it now
I give you all of me
colorless and empty

Since now I finally make it right
I've finally saved 
my
life...


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Suicide Child

I can't remember if the sun was shining
Or if the clouds looked down on me as I stood 
A child of ten standing on a window sill 
Whispering to himself he should

It started shortly after I woke
Distant where the trigger was
I'm guessing just the overflow
of everything they did and said

Finally ground down by all around
And though I'd fought for years 
Death becomes a friend
When she's the only one there for you

Knowing I would soon be in the playground 
Where no nurse could make better the names they cruelled 
Knowing my mothers boyfriend was down stairs 
Waiting for his latest vile whim to unfold

My mind consumed by every name called
I was not the same they proved 
Alone in my crowded thoughts
T o death I looked for belonging

As I dressed my imagination dreamt
What could happen today? 
Exploding into the unknown 
My strength rapidly dissolved
I could see no directions 
that didn't lead to another painful day

As my journey to the end begun
All they told me loading the gun
All that made me different from
Pushing me closer and closer to the edge of no return

In front of the mirror I stood
Cut off my curly hair
No longer the golliwog
That their taunts would compare

I covered my skin in talcum powder
As I didn't want to be
That horrible thick coon
he always called me.

My hair a mess
My colour unmasked
Tired, Frightened, alone,
I decided enough, enough

Standing on the window sill
The last bastion for survival colliding inside 
As the exhausted wishes to hang on
Were overcome by the desperation to escape this hollow excuse for life

No single tear a cry for help
As id learnt they choose not to hear
I urge myself towards an end to the hurt
where the crying would clear

As I engulf my mind in my final moments
And call for death to take my hand 
From across the road a woman called 
To this day she probably doesn't know she saved my life

Tears unintentionally
Created rivers down talcum powdered cheeks
But my mother didn't laugh 
when she found me

I guess that's where you'd expect everything to be made right 
I guess that's where I learnt to no longer believe
Through every promising word in the wake of what could 
They didn't do what they should


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Death Wish

When hearts get broken,
Real tears fall.
I sit there hoping I can show you all.
My heart's desire is all I want
Fight fire with fire; you'll be gaunt.
Time is essence of the heart
That teaches me lessons that tear me apart.
My thoughts lessen and I cry
You shouldn't be messing with me
I want to die.
A river forms behind my eyes
The love I once had for you  dies.
Take the arrow, aim it straight;
Hit my heart and fill me with hate.
Listen up and beware: 
My thoughts are churning
No, I don't care.
Time is shortening; you must hurry
Death is threatening.
My vision is blurry.
I hate to say this
And you I will miss
I wish I had one last kiss.


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The Grave

I stood by the grave as a gentle, summer rain began to fall...
I stood there; lost in my thoughts...Remembering... Reminiscing...
The increasing rain washed me from my trance, reminding me I was alive...
Death seems so easy and lazy as the living are forced to breathe in large quantities of reality... 
I suppose being above ground has its advantages, but on occasion, I envy those that lie beneath us...


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Jennifer Stein's Exit

Driving dizzy on a distant road
My eyes and lungs are burning inside
I'm almost home; I have to rest
Romance shall raise no roses 
I receive a curiosity of pain
As I lay,
Friends come beside my bed with wet kisses
Strangers with fancy suits brush their clean fabric on my pillow
I did not expect a formal party; not in my condition
must be my mother's doing
As I lay,
People ignore my thoughts of English tea and bridal cake
It seems my taste buds tickle time a sour taste
Nor do I feel the fire feet away in flame
I'm sick as heck; I need aspirin
As I lay,   
My fiance' whispers in my ear something unclear 
He said God took me away from him
Then,
All the tears on his face
Rained on my coffin
Driving dizzy on a distant road
My eyes and lungs are burning inside
I'm almost home; I have to rest
Romance shall raise no roses
I receive a curiosity of pain


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So many questions

This is hard to live with everyday
Thinking and wondering was it me.
Did i do something to hurt my unborn child
I know where my baby is, they feel no pain
I love you with all my heart and i will never forget you
If i have anymore children they will know of you
I think about you all the time
I wonder whose eyes you had
How tall would have been
If you would have been a Daddy's girl
Or a Mommy's boy
Would you have been sporty like me
Would you have been smart like me and Daddy
I wonder what you would have been when you grew up
I know most of these questions will be answered when i reach the other side
Mommy and Daddy love you very much
I know eventually the pain will start to fade
But you memory will always be in my heart.
Love you Always
Mommy


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Without Any Warning

Without any warning,
you cast your sails,
for that magnificent journey,
where happiness dwells.
You told me often,
and  I recall it so well,
be true to yourself,
I will always remember Tom Bell.



Tom, you often gave me advice,
I know you didn't think I listened,
but I did.
I will miss you my friend,
Your friend forever, Christy
"Goodnight Moon"


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The Cancer

I've watched her vanish and dietirate into withering roses.

The pain that takes over her body is spreading fast and furious,

and only weakens her!

How can she bring so much light into a room of darkend souls, with her smile,

When she has only those two weeks to remain?

Why her a mother and new bride?

She doesnt want to miss a thing in her young boys lifes.

But... she already knows how it will be and how it will come.

Six days, six days she had before the death withen her took 

one last breath, and she vanished into the atmosphere and left.


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i wish

i wish you could have
looked deeper into
my eyes 
and knew what
was there for you

i wish you could
have known what my
lips were trying to
tell you but were 
afraid to do so

i wish i had held 
you closer. that i had
known that one  day
would be the very
last time i would 
see you

i wish you could have 
known what my heart
said each time i saw you
how i felt when my hands
touched your face


i wish i had told you
how it made me feel
when you kissed my
lips over and over 
and told me how 
beautiful i was

i wish you could have 
been braver and therefore
able to tell me what you
were going to do
when you were so sad

and ... i wish and i wish,
and i wish,  but all i can see
is you,  and how handsome
you were the last time
i saw you; and how i 
longed to tell you i loved 
you too...

i wish.


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The Last Stand

One night I had a dream.  I heard a blood curdling scream.
It was death approaching me....
     Thirty-two years I've escaped the clutches of death
I'm exhausted and out of breath
     It's time to straighten my tie and man up!
Slip on these boxing gloves and stand up!
     "Ding, Ding" is the sound of the bell
I was determined to fight my way out of hell!
     The Grim-reaper dances around the ring.
Blow after blow my body and face feel the sting.
     His fists never miss, he's lightening fast.
By the end of this fight I'll be dead or in a body cast!
     He bobs and weaves trying to avoid me,
And just like Muhammad Ali -
     "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!"
Taking me further into Death Valley!
     My back is against the ropes.
I begin to doubt and give up hope.
     I took a hit, my eye split, and I tumbled like an acrobat!
With a splat, my back hit the mat!
     I lost consciousness, but could hear voices all around me.
This erie voice hissed, "Join us in hell for eternity!"
     I felt my chest jolt and life flowed through my spine.
I opened my eyes immediately felt like a new man.
     To my surprise I had survived The Last Stand!!


*For Rambling Poets contest "I dreamed...."
* I chose "Death" - truly enjoyed


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Shadowed

A shadowed cloud drops upon this day

Here, it comes to haunt our hearts

But do not falter at it's persistence

And wipe away your tears

For on this gloomy day we shall smile

Smile for what was there instead,

instead of crying for what is gone.

To each his own, but hold a friend

For in the day of the shadowed cloud,

You will have someone to lean on

And never be alone-for surely,

Surely the cloud will return

But thus your faithful friend is near


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Heroin Hero

  Alone; as you lie on your bed
The stars brighten, serene
Such an ecstatically lovely scene
While these visions float in your head
Imagining hues of purple: divisions of colorful red
Teardrop sparks sprinkle the room
All around in sweetness croon
The words unheard, not said.
   Beauty beheld in radiant eyes
In you resides the strength of Achilles
Though at war within your smile is silly
All and sundry cries
A child unknown, underlies
This babe: birthed in the lion’s den
Whimpering song of saddened sin
Precious glowing guise.
   A moments life on a dealers rate
Mommy’s whoring liquid lance
Living within your secret trance
Ungodly was to procreate
Yet yours is to a tempted fate
To feel, to float, to steal a scream
A life conceived within a dream
With this are you given another date.
   Heaven awaits sweet heroin hero
Innocent babe with your precious grin
What you have now is only ten
Seconds counted backwards to zero
Alone to dwell in your place of limbo
A pasture for you, a bed of clouds
One more broken breath allowed
Goodbye sweet heroin hero.


   BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
       January 21,2008


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no matter what

dedicated to my deceased only brother, joshua

i'll stay with you,
as long as the wind blows
i'll always be in your heart
you know i didn't leave you all alone
i am of eternal essence
my spirit is within you
live my life for me
do all that i cant do
be the one that i once was
conceal the chances known as a flaws
and if contentment immerses herself
or sorrrow fills the air
you will hear my moral
and you'll know that i am there
there for you when you cant see
theres more to life than missing me
i wish you well, my sister, dear
for keep your chin up and wipe that tear


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I AM WITH GOD NOW

As I lay in this peaceful sleep
I want you to remember me
Remember the child I was
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
So shall I be with God
I shall be standing with him holding his hand
Smiling down upon you in the sun’s rays, warming those cold and lonely days
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
I want you to remember me
As you will hear my little voice in the howling wind
As it blows into your ears
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
I want you to remember me
When you feel my hands in the light and gentle rain
As it falls upon your face
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
And the day falls and the night rises
I want you to remember me
When you look up
So shall you see my bright eyes in the stars
As they are shining upon you
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
I want you to remember me
When you listen to the thunder
For that shall be my heart
As my heart lives on


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Her only way out

Rejected
Defected
A hopeless case
Lost, drifting
Vanished without a trace
Sorrowing, woeful
Mired in despair
Anguished
Frustrated 
Tearing out fistfuls of her hair
Lonely, yearning
Trapped in solitude
Hoping for a pitying hand
To raise her up and help her stand
Desperate, on edge
Whirling this way and that
Frantic, caged
Like a hissing wild cat
Untamed, undisciplined
An unbroken horse
No kindness, no softness
Her spirit so unyielding and coarse
Is there any hope for her now?
To whom can she turn?
Who would want this rebel child...?
Who can lure her in from the wilds?
Perhaps there is nothing left for this witch
But the muzzle of a gun,
Pressed to her cheek,
The squeeze of a trigger
So obliging and meek
And the crack of the bullet
Splintering her skull
The closing eyes
The graceful fall
And then...
The bloody bittersweet end of it all



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The Dark Artist

Death,
A fate foretold 
Since the beginning of time

Master of time,
Misunderstood, 
And feared by many. 
Some say your power is a curse
Some a blessing

Emancipator of souls,
Bestow freedom 
On my poor soul.
Trapped in this prison of torture
Called a body, 
Which places limits on my true potential

I understand you, 
Hiding behind broken hearts
Are benevolent intentions, 
A noble purpose

Bringer of peace, 
You give rest 
to those tired.
You free those soldiers
Trapped in a game of kings

A dark artist. 
I see the beauty in your work.
With your scythe
You paint a masterpiece,
With your scythe 
You write a magnificent tragedy.
You are the perfect ending
To our tragic story


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Murmurs of a mermaid

The oceans spit covers the grounds she walks.
Were clams closed mouths keep secrets.

Bubbling from the cracks of their mouth,shhhhh.
A open but closed sea of mysteries. 
The ocean hands cling to the thin golden ropes of her hair,
 as she exits the oceans door,to visit the golden clothed sands,
to sit upon a naked rock..

Basking in a mysterious loom of a sleepy moon.Combining her hair with a defeated set of sharks teeth.A lonesome mermaid,the last of her kind,wishes to be human rest on her withering mind.Blind sighted dreams unfold from her glittered long hair,opening the eyes of the blind night.

Her mind, a pondering land,dried by ceaseless thoughts of a plan,
against a evil fisherman's plan to drag her out her land.
Her mind grows weak from thoughts so antique.
So sour the time of dying hours.

Swimming for desperate escape,throughout lemon aid waters.

Finally escaping  free in mystery

Escaping  free from lemons bitter acid.

Waters once drunken now placid.


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SUICIDE

You close your eyes because of excruciating pain, 
blood flows down your arms, 
images of light flash before your brain. 
Your body gets weak as you fall to the floor, 
leaving your body behind, 
Your pain is no more. 
In a small dark space now, people crying above. 
Wondering what went wrong, everyone thought that you knew you were loved...
Crushing your parents dreams of seeing there baby girl grow and become a wife.....
Leaving them with grieving questions of what hurt there angle so bad she'd take her own 
life...... 
suicide..... It's not a joke its a cry for help...
Look for love, affection, or attention some one may lack. 
Suicide, is death there is no coming back.....
Open your heart, open your eyes, look around.... keep our people alive...


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Loss for Eternity

in the distance i see you
and i call you back;
I WANT YOU BACK........
and you turn....

look at me
with a split-second
of for-EVER in your eyes

then...as you are
so good at doing
you use that 
devil i don't care
smile

and disappear
right there
in the crystal
swirling liquid 
of my tears

there is a whispering...
"i will wait....
yes, i will wait
next time."

by janetta


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The Jester

The Jester puts on her smile,
Plastered to her make-up smeared face.
Bright lights blind her empty eyes.
She can see no one in the crowd.

Inside her mind,
She screams for release.
Twisting the head off her doll,
Blood runs down her cheeks.

Her hands gripped tightly around the neck of the doll,
She pulls as hard as she can.
No one’s around for miles;
They left her to die.

Smiles and laughs surround her,
Taunting her every move.
They tease and mock her,
Pointing out flaws.

How her hair sticks out;
How her tooth has a chip in it.
Her eyes go dark as she wishes them death.
Under her breath she curses.
They will never lead happy lives.
They will know what it’s like being a puppet.

Just a toy in a closet,
Thrown around like nothing.
She wants to rip them all apart,
Limb by limb till there’s nothing left.

In her mind she makes up stories.
Stories where she’s no longer the jester,
No longer do they laugh at her.

With bloodshot eyes,
She cranes her neck to the sky.
Her screams echo through the stadium,
Reverberating off the walls, 
Bouncing back to her ears,
Killing everything in its path.

She falls to the ground in a puff of dirt.
When it clears,
The Jester is nowhere to be found.


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Killing Ants

Ants are known to be industrious,
Bustling about the anthill
In lines and arcs and freeform patterns,
Intent on some important insect mission,
Minding their own business, thank you.

Of course, sometimes ants have to be exterminated
If they’re likely to bite a small child,
Or interrupting the flow of one’s flower bed,
Or just plain in the way.

After all, they’re only bugs,
Small and inconsequential and expendable.

Occasionally, small rough and tumble boys,
Full of bravado and challenging each other,
Will desecrate an anthill recklessly
Just for sport…
And to see the ants run frantically
In response to the destruction of their entire world
At the whim of a dirty-sneakered foot.

They look so small from up above
Scurrying about like ants
Tiny and insignificant  from the height
Of a skyscraper, or a ski lift,
Or the windshield of a fighter pilot’s plane.
Tiny, and in the way
Because, as we all know,
Sometimes ants have to be exterminated.


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My Bride of the Black Dress

My bride of the black dress,
Come to me my dear,
Take my hand and kiss me,
My beloved bride,
Soon the wedding will start,
And we shall be wed,
Now wait for me,
Wait for me,
My love is never ending,
Your deathly white skin,
And boney arms are beautiful to me,
So wait for me my bride,
I shall join you soon enough,
But first let me remove this dagger from your heart,
My beautiful bride of the black dress,
Our heaven awaits.


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Without Him

The decanter is filled with chicory blooms
(blue, for the sky is her pleasure)
while the snapshot turns nigrescent
marking rain for the evening weather
The ring with which they two had wed
lay gilded 'round her finger
With her eyes closed oboes quarreled
'gainst the scent of him, that lingered.
Her languish comes but once a day
She turns to the mackerel sky
and sits upon her lonely porch
In sight the ibis fly.
She remembers sweet the sparkling mint
his eyes had held in winter
and the rush of tangling wild wars
they waged when he did kiss her.
As evening falls the grass gives up
it's scent from dew to rain
and again her footsteps lead her
to a solitary grave.


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-Wasn't-

Wasn't supposed to go as far as it did.  
Had no intentions to hold you close to my soul.  
Was my first time,  just wanted a little taste.  
Something to take away my blues.  
Help me forget the pain serging through my veins.
But after that first hit,
Oooooh..how you made my body hum.
I felt like I could fly.
Nothing, nothing could hurt me again.
But as I slowly came off that high,
I started to remember my pain.
I was disgusted with life.
And everything that appeared before me.
Couldn't sit still, had an itch to fulfill.
Then began my quest.
Quest to feel like that first time.
Taking anything to not feel again.
Never coming close.
Just pulling further and further from me.
Losing total grip of my reality.
Someone help me,
Wasn't supposed to go as far as it did.


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Is Death such a bad thing?

Is death such a bad thing?
Its the end of all the pain and suffering,
If you could see the end of all your tears,
Death is not so bad, But I cant think clear.
Is death such a bad thing?
It would stop all the pain of a broken heart,
It would be an end of all the bad things,
Of not knowing what to do, or where to start.
Is death such a bad thing?
I'm not quite sure,
I think I would just stop breathing,
For all my sadness to end death is a cure.  
Is death such a bad thing?
When it keeps your best friend,
When all they had left,
Was endless suffering.
Is death such a bad thing?
Where loneliness would be at bay,
Death is not so bad you see,
It took all the bad things away.


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Just another day

How can today be just another day, 
I wake up and the sun hides behind dark gray, 
Clouds smother the sunlight, 
Seeming appropriate for the occasion.
But the day continues on as if nothing has happened. 
I see smiling laughing faces,
Their mockery is unbeknownst to themselves,
My pain is an invisible boundary, 
Separating my mind from my body. 
How could they know that on this very day,
The flowers in bloom died and wilted away.
The storm that is myself exploded in rage,
My fists pounded the earth for the first time that day. 
Rage and pain emanated like lightening splitting the sky,
I screamed and my soul tore in half - The day that you died.


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Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?


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Open Call

Business is booming and there's no end in sight, Death came to a huge 
decision tonight.

He called in his partners Pain and Sorrow and said "we're holding auditions 
tomorrow."

"Auditions, Pain asked, what are you looking for?" For a third partner and he 
reached for the door.

The very next morning hanging there on the wall, was a huge flyer 
reading "DEATH'S OPEN CALL"

Come one come all but you better give your best audition, because we only need 
to fill one position.

As the day moved along Sorrow watched in disbelief, next in the line was his old 
buddy Grief.

Grief walked in and handed them his lengthy resume', thank you for coming 
friend you'll know by the end of the day!

The auditions had been going on steady for hours, the decision would be tough, 
they all had great powers.

Next in line would be Misery and he gave them his best, "Thank you for coming, 
wait outside with the rest".

Death having some free time sat in on the last few, after over 1000 auditions it 
was now time to choose.

Death left the decision up to Pain and Sorrow; they would just fill him in by 
tomorrow.

All that he asked was they used their best discretion, when suddenly in walked 
the vixen Depression.

With eyes dark as night dressed all in black, she walked to the stage and the pair 
just sat back.

She said, "Am I too late for this open call? I just happened to notice the flyer on 
the wall." 

We'll give you a shot now show us what you can do; this is only because we've 
both heard of you.

They told her to give it her best shot and that's just what she did, for her first 
victim a sweet little kid.

His name was Billy he was only 13, she found him alone sitting out on a swing.

You see he had just lost his parents in a huge fire; to be with them again was his 
only desire.

She climbed in his head and she did her thing, Billy took his life right there on the 
swing.

"WOW" they exclaimed lady you are good, come with us now to see the "man with 
the hood".

A new chapter has started with Death’s open call and it all started will a flyer on 
the wall.

No longer a trio, now a quartet, a new force to be reckoned with this you can bet!


 


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Vices

Powder dreams and acid queens
Snow white bliss and razor 
blades
Rails so thick your heart will 
bleed
Find your fix so you’ll succeed 
Uppers, downers, sweet cocaine
Every demon has a name
All that matters is the fight
To stay alive and in the light
It hurts so bad right through the 
core
You fear two words and that’s 
coke whore
Cut so deep to feel alive
With every shot you build your 
pride
The fiery rush and burning lust
Nothing else matters f*** their 
trust
A slip, a fall is all it takes
To see you land back on your 
face
The heart that breaks can’t take 
no more
Your soul is gone thrown on the 
floor
The pills you pop the smack you 
shoot
The crack you cook the lines 
you toot
The midnight toke that liquid 
courage
That blissful coke won’t be 
discouraged
Rapping, tapping on your door 
Claiming your body take some 
more
A stressful day a slip from grace
A couple more makes my heart 
race
The walls cave in two worlds 
collide
I wait in horror as my heart dies
A crash of sound a rush of red
Crimson tears are filled with 
dread
The sirens fade and fall away
Too late for fate this ends today


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MY ONLY SON 9-11 TRAGEDY

"Put on channel seven.
My Lord!! What have they done! 
I can not believe it..
they killed my only son!"

Raised with respect.
Never a problem.
Worked hard as a Man.
Problems..he would solve them. 

He did well in College.. 
He struggled..but made it through. 
Held his chin up when he was down.
Gods help..guided him through.

He put down his cup of coffee.
Kissed his daughters face.
Ran to catch the bus.
To join the daily race.

On the 105th floor, 
"Ding!" and he steps out. 
He can already hear. 
His boss’s vivid shouts.

It’s 9:15.
We are staring at the screen. 
The worst disaster I have ever seen.
The building collapsed.
My heart went numb.
Where..Oh! Where, 
is my only son?

Did he make to the office?
Lord tell me..it’s not true.
God, take me instead of him!
Please help him get through. 

"Where is my Daddy?" 
I was staring in her eyes..
I saw it then..she realized.
"Why would they do it?
..What have they done?
I said, "We are not to hate but..
..but they have killed my only son."


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The house eaters

1.
My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist, the ring
finger, the soul.
I search for any blunt
white quivering slivers
of Caroline's purported
fly fetuses.

2.
Huddling behind the
corpse
of an old hospital bed,
a framed photo 
smoke browned and
wearing my toddler face,
watches
his children choke
hushed, broken
sentences

this will be yours, my
plate, separate the
holiday china…

an enigmatic language
that hovers in
smoke stretched rings
to wilt
upon the hallway
bulb.

3.
I am left
the ceramic cygnet,
and an ivory carved 
dromedary.

These artifacts
plucked
from his porcelain
menagerie
that I decipher 
through dust fingerprints
for
one small inheritance of
a memory.

4.
Tomorrow,
Aunt Rose
puts price
to his bibelots,
the olive shag carpet,
even cousin Amy's 
plastic horse,
who was accidentally
left to pasture on an 
afghan.

A silver plated glass cage
image of her past,

she says she will whittle
all of him,
from the
wooden
house 
bones.



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Gum in a N.Y Subway

Retired sweetness paints
a tiled mosaic of
unpredictable patterns.

Black, brown shapes
spatter the 
grey concrete of 
an underground kingdom.

The fresh ones burn
pink and seafoam 
green against
this steely blue 
and yellow lined world.

The stickiness clings
onto shining 
out of spectrum, 
before becoming
another dot
in dark masses.


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Time on and Time off

Time on and Time off

On and off and on again,
That is the carousel of life,
When it spins round and round,
Till the dizzy heads fall off,
Time on and time off,
Till those little girls grow to be old
And discover love,
And they feel so much better than before
With broken hearts,
And cigarette burns on arms
Laying on kitchen floors,
That had just been moped with red blood.
Time on and Time off,
Over and over and over again,
That drunken buffoon has nothing more to do,
But drop dead in his lazy boy chair
And die.
While his girl,
(who once pretty and pure, now dead inside and out)
Brings him his lunch,
And watches her blood drizzly slowly into the stainless steel sink.


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The Broken Urn

Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit of radiance 
Temples tingled as silence stayed
The unprofaned laughter now ash-shamed
Hot tears of fervor reduced their pig-headed ways
He kneeled to his mother as they gazed
In the urn she no longer cried
Even in the urn did she not abide


April 28, 2014


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The Picture

Photograph's can easily deceive.
       Seeing her pose next to this man is make-believe.
The smile on her face is a lie,
       and you can detect the misery in her eye.

This picture has so much sadness hidden from view.
       You can't necessarily see the distress she's going through.
Nor can you see the marks across her chest that are black and blue.
       She's fighting the same spousal abuse you watch on the six o'clock news.

In this picture you just can't see the physical pain.
       But with his arms around her, you can sense the disdain.
The picture does not show fists clenched at her side.
       It is the "fear" she is unable to hide.

In the picture you're unable to see emotional scars tormenting
       her mind.
There's bile in the back of her throat because the guy has his 
       hand on her behind.
She tries to muster the courage to escape the rapes but she's
       terrified.
Hard to believe this is not the once giggly bride that had her
       dream wedding by the riverside.

In this picture you can't see the many addictions,
       or in their house know his restrictions.
They are on the verge of eviction.
       Hospital or death is her family's prediction.
No court order can stop the bloodshed.
       Before this picture is developed this
once happy full-of-life girl will be dead!


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Love

I keep hearing that you exist. 
People say they see you-
They touch you.
They say you help them when depressed, sad and lonely.
They say you keep people together- forever.
Some even say you do not work all the time;
You have a tendency to fade away-
Only for a short time, however,
For you can return to set things back to norm.
I'm curious- love.
Do you really return?-
Do you really fade away?-
Do you really keep people together- forever?-
Do you really console the depressed, sad and lonely?-
For I am sad, lonely and depressed.
Will not you help me?
Why ignore me?-
Or forget me?
Why listen to what others have to say about me?
I tried to reach for you too-
You just could not see.
For sadness, depression and loneliness kept you blind;
Blind from watching my hands reach out to you...
You fell-
Long gone-
Never came back.
Do not worry-
I keep hearing that you exist.
Tis' true?- 
Do you really- 
Exist?


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No words describe the pain

No words describe the pain
As tears fall you know, 
This is only the beginning!
True heartbreak lies ahead
Tears roll endlessly,
A grown man on his knees
Broken by despair.
That sad reality that your not good enough
A question you already answered!
Looking back I regret…
I regret that first look when your eyes met mine…
You had my heart more then you could ever know!
As rage brews inside, still I have no hate for you,
But only for myself! 
Knowing I couldn’t be what you needed… 
I couldn’t fill that role!
So here I sit alone
As tears roll down my check,
I have no words to describe the pain!


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Blank

Her eyes remain blank
She stares with deep thought
Her face shows no emotion
Put in this world to rot
Her music blaring,
She sits still as stone, staring
her lip quivers,
up her spine, she shivers
Stuck with a look so miserable and so cold
Is she alive?
Does she cry?
Is she pretty?
Does she have that certain twinkle in her eye?
Look closely, Her face you see smiling.
Her mind, She's slowly dying.

---[ SKITZ ]--- 2006


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Writer's Block Is More Like Death

Drained of words. 
The flow has ceased and the imagination is bled dry of originality. 
I'm left flipping through my past 
Scratched in ink across these pages. 

Thoughts long forgotten seemingly infantile, 
Paling in comparison to anything that's recently infested my mind. 
I sit in a cold room, locked away from the world 
Curled in the corner with a pen 
Stabbing into my skin hoping to grasp some idea of pain 
To cause a flood as I have times before. 

Theories I drew up in my rebellious youth circulate in my blood 
Causing a twisted sense of self-pride feeding my bitterness. 
My flesh is drained of color, painted with the whites and dusted yellows 
Of headlights passing through the blinds hanging limp over the window. 

I burn, burn away into the previous day 
Where I wasn't dependent on these words that keep me from jumping out of my 
skin. 
Sucking on the scents lingering in the air from nightmares to gain some 
inspiration 
I find myself dangling on the brink of insanity and mental collapse, 
Surrendering myself to the fear of another failure. 
Giving up to the truth that I'm living with the assurance 
That only cold soil and a glossy maple-wood box wait for me at the end, 
If I could afford even that.


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So Shall It Be In The End

What choice has bittersweet despair,
A dying rose,
An empty chair.
Shall I then grieve and weep for thee
And temper broken heart and soul
So I can cherish one more gaze
Of happiness, of summer days
And bristle with abiding love
Of life cast now in shade and brook,
This ebb which pains with force and fate
United soon through heavens gate.


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Lost Child

The child was lost
Through no fault of mine
I wanted to have it
But it wasn't the right time
I hid my emotions
I didn't want to mourn
But I couldn't help it
It didn't want to be born
I didn't tell a single person
Until a long time after
Then someone close to me
Went and told the father
I'd had a miscarriage
And he didn't even care
If the child had been born
He wouldn't have been there
After he'd been told
And he talked to me
I cried for days on end
But my tears no one had seen
I shut myself away
And hid inside my room
I lay cuddling a teddy
I held it against my womb
But years have passed
I think I'm over it now
I know it never developed
But I still miss it somehow


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The Evoultion of Learning (Part Two)

As long as various people run various nations
There will forever be war
What the world needs is one leader
A common man who believes in the working class
As well as the Lord
Instead of one Nation under God
Lets make it one World under God
And just let each individual decide what he or she wishes to call that God
So I here by nominate our dear friend Vince Suzadail Jr.
The first candidate of the new world order 
He seems to have the best Political views I’ve heard
And I think he alone could do a much better job
Than all the leaders of all the nations are doing
At least I’m certain he couldn’t do any worse
And that way all the super intelligent people devising ways 
Of destroying our world
Could find something more constructive to spend their time on
Like raising a crop or milking a cow
Saving a child or helping elderly with their needs 
There are plenty of folk who need a hand
Lets all start offering them ours instead of cutting theirs off
I’m just a simple man
My actual world is very small
My family, friends and neighbors
I love you all and hope you know I’ll do anything for you I can
There is no malevolence left in me
I know how to make and use a shank, zip gun or small explosive
But I’ve learned not to
For I’ve learned to think with my heart and soul
They do a much better job than my mind
I just wish the great minds of the world
Were smart enough 
To figure out what I have
And learn to love with all of their hearts


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To Eden Part II

A stone's cast ----

   but what great arm has set about the motion?

   was not the first mother reared? ----

   her children on the smiles of angels?

   her womb filled with devotional design;

   to flourish to some end with hope in God's motivation?


..... back to the (garden), with this posy and its ink near end,

   and its quill dipped still in mystique;

   yet I did not come (here) by chance,

   nor was my mother born from some heathen improbability,

   there can come no answers in doubt;

   for fear of the wolves the woods are too shadowed

   and loiter most grimly,

   always death on the wind....


I shall not doubt the design in the weave the Great Artist

   hath woven, and what magic touch with the world's eye in mind;

   only the dullard doubts the infinite graces in the reflecting pool,

   and the skeptic accursed without revelation -----

   his own child but water, flesh and bone

   and the cold earth but waits for him,

   in the bellies of fattened worms;

   when death's breath whispers and curls and furls 

   as serpent wisp-mists, coiling to mortal truth ----

   he shall cling to God and eternity! 


Have I died a thousand deaths?

   walked the cool of earth ere?

   tasted of the sweet nectar of love,

   and the bounties beyond death?

That we will to live, and climb to some end,

   the jagged-precipice, and toil to experience

   and seek the Final Mighty Mount ----

   is our great testimony to eternity;


To leave our fingerprint upon the world,

   and slip into paradise as a welcomed wind 'neath its door.....


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OneThink

Death’s temporal non-living souls
steeped in ignorance inescapable,
marching lockstep brainwashed
in a wondrous stupefying age 
of the light bearer’s angst,
 
Cultivating choiceless awareness 
within mindless sentient spirits,
a new world order confounded, 
trampled under foot entranced 
in pursuit of thoughtlessness, 

Life’s oft-quoted recurrent tenet
of schizophrenic nescient beings,
induced by a rhapsodic paradigm,
partakers of Nirvana’s dire elixir 
of a malefic zeitgeist set free,

Humankind’s wretched odyssey
an incorporeal hysterical zeitgeist,
of pre-millennial enlightenment, 
decayed yet knowingly unlearned
in an post-apocalyptic world,

Man’s common present ubiquitous
reality check believed not to exist
an untruth born of ancient dormant
Aeolian intelligentsia on a journey
into forgotten forsaken places

Hell’s prophetical pre-existing toll
quibbling over doctrinal minutiae
a religilous Babylonian mystery
of exhumed re-animated flesh 
e’er cremated in Gehenna fire

Victims of one demonic otherkin’s
ubiquitous subliminal deception 
a masterful universal ‘Onethink’
culminating at Mount Meggiddo
destiny’s lifeless final chapter

© Eugene Harvey


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Your Death - Dedicated to my Husband

As I see you take your last breath
I cry and scream in agony
For I have lost my best friend and
The only man that ever truly loved me
You knew all my secrets
You knew all my faults
And loved me in spite of them

Now I feel bitter regret
Because I have missed so
Much time with you
And now it is too late
I have lost you forever

You were the only one 
Who was ever true to me
You would have ripped
Out your heart if I needed it
Though abuse and betrayal
Found me because of you
I always knew how much
That you loved me

Despite the many faces 
That you have encountered
During your lifetime
I was the only woman
That you ever loved 
Though I was full of
Many imperfections 
You saw me as 
The perfect woman
In every way
The devotion you have
Shown me surpasses
That of all of the romantic
Tales that have ever been told

Now all I can do is
Cherish your memory
Like I should have done
When you were alive
Your passing does not
Only mean the ending 
Of your earthly existence
It is the death to the
Beating of my heart
For I cannot live
Without my soul mate



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Silence is Traitorous

Humans need words with sounds
And then hear the tone of your voice
They want to analyze the picture on your face
And not to suspect you wrongly
Even though you are angered 
Or have failed, speak a word
A word of peace and not revenge
In what situation but must be understood
Humans want a response
Negative or positive
They are relieved or angered
But that is what it takes
Words have hands of thorns
And they sit not
They are wide ranged 
They are heard, understood and misunderstood
They run so faster than the bullet
But silent response brings confusion 
Silence accepts all defeat
But a word makes us happy
We need to hear words 
And from our leaders, 
And elders and our friends
And from our loved ones


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Words Hurt Worse

She lays there alone
Looking at the sky
She thinks of that saying,the one about sticks and stones
And says softly to herself "Thats a lie."
That day she had been called a pig,a *****, and a mutt
She had also been told she was fat,worthless,and scary
She wonders if she really is a slut
Soon she became ever so wary
Then she slowly sits up and draws out her knife
She thinks about that little trophy wife
Who muttered the 6 words "She should take her own life"
Slowly that girl puts her knife to her chest
As the words "Kill yourself" run through her mind
She stabs the knife into her chest just like the rest
If only one person had been kind...
Now she falls back into a lay
Wondering how long it will take for someone to find her
A year? A month? A day?
Everything fades into a blur 
She takes her last breath
Then finally she reaches her death


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Tears Of Serious

            Tears Of Serious

Two rivers of silver approach you at a time by crying
Taking on water in rain as they serpentine by around black rocks
And other fears that gather up about their banks
One silver moving wall of water is shallow in its depths
Remains nameless all the same, once again, then evaporates
Hides, mourning on the shore and then it is no more
The other moving liquid body flows by, goes by Serious
It turns in pain, winds around the landscape meanderings
Serpentines, absorbing rain and young children to its depths
No one knows why the river runs so long so deep
But there are tears in it originating from old faces
Forming on old mountains as they trickle down, cascading
Tears of Serious are created from many deaths
Now in her depths   


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Murdered Love

My love for you is a creature, a solid breathing 
Entity, a mangled creation of shadow-black flesh 
And the thread-like interwoven muscles of my 
Bleeding excuses…
The paltry reasons I put up with your countless 
Slights, insults, depravities, are its backbone, 
The eyes are mere sockets, the hollowed out orbs 
Where my intuition has failed…
My love for you stalks at my feet, its hot breath 
Warming my Achilles heel, the weakness that lets you in…
I cannot escape you…I cannot fool myself into hatred, 
Though it’s just a thin line away, 
I cannot shake off this damnable love, no matter how much 
It hurts, no matter the knives of white-hot agony that stab 
My heart, no matter how you choke me with your ropes 
Of lies and deceit…and you, how you repay me,
You pick up the shards of my shattered dreams, so much crushed glass, 
And grind them into my weeping wounds, you spit on 
My flailing hopes as they flap on the ground like crows 
With tattered dragging wings…you murder me with a smile…
And all the while my love for you clings to my hem, bulldog determined, 
Digging deeper and deeper into my melting soul, penetrating the bone, 
Burning brands of linked sixes in my marrow 
Soon I fear it will bite so deep it will sever me in two, and leave me, 
A mangled maimed malcontent dying slowly in a pool 
Of my own pathetic longing…my own self destructive love   


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what would you do?

what would you do
If a person hurt you?
Would you tell a soul
about that horrid dreadful night
Or would you keep it to yourself
Letting the moments replay in your mind
day after day
night after night
feeling as if it was your fault
even though all you could do 
was lay there and struggle

what would you do 
if you held everything back
would you let it stay in
until one day it spills over
and your arms are lined with marks
from every blade you pressed
deep into your skin

what would you do 
if you lost your bestfreind
would you froget about what happened
or relive each second everytime you went to sleep
Listening to glass shatter
tires screeching
Blood splatter
children screaming
Death's laughter
would you wake up at night
tears streaming down your face 
wishing it had been you
wishing you could of done something
wishing that life wasn't so bad
wishing you could lay down
close your eyes
and just die


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Finish Last

A hatred toward myself
a longing for the feeling of the cold hearted
no emotion 
no cares
no heartbreak
the unbelievable becomes real
a rejection burning so deep!
another night of these deadly thoughts
realizing the sad truth,
nothing I do can ever be enough
the cliché stands true…
Nice Guys finish last!


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The Silence Between Words

Northern fire curves across heaven,
still and soft 
time floats calm beyond the stars
as the moon awakes
It was here that I found your name
and spoke it aloud
the wind carried it to my ear
Here I found you
lying forlorn, in your neglected grave, 
lost with a tongue that has long been forgotten
but I've found you now
will you find me too
when I lie, overgrown with weeds and thorns
while I sleep, in deep silence, embraced by the dark earth
alone, forgotten
will you remember me,
remember that once I called out your name?
clawed away the thorns and briars from your tomb
until my torn hands bled crimson upon the white marble 
my offering to you, my love?
my heart's blood,
dried so long ago
will you bleed for me, as once I bled for you
under pale moonlight
I am lost
kiss the coldness from my lips
brush the damp earth from my cheek
restore the honeyed flush that was once my youth
I've waited so long, my love, so long
and time is all I have


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My Love After Death

You can call my name but you wont hear me answer
At least no in this physical world
You know, my love, that I never wanted to be
Separated from you
What I would do to take everything back
What I would do to stop you from crying
You need to go on with your life
And just leave me as just a memory

Though I may be dead now, I still live
I am still alive within you
And know one thing now
I love you and will always as I eternally sleep

Hold my hand, isn’t it cold?
Well know that on the inside it is warm
To see you happy is a dream that I still hold onto
From this day forward
What I would do to hear your voice again
What I would do to express my love for you
But since I love you so much
I want you to be happy and move on

Though I may be dead now, I still live
I’ll be alive in spirit, honey
But I haven’t left without
Leaving you a gift as well as my will

What I would do to see you again
What I would do to say, “I love you” again
But you needn’t focus on me
For I’m still with you, just now a part of you

Though I may be dead now, I still live
You shall see a part of me again soon
Just 9 months from now
You will see some on me with a part of you
A new creation because of my love for you…


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after you died

The tear of my eye
Won’t come down anymore

After you died
I forgot faithfulness, love and destiny
Friendship among my life

I stayed in my room
So lonely I sat
My injured heart bleeds blood from inside

After you died
The sun won’t come up
The moon wont rise

After you died
The spot of light inside me was gone

After you died
There’s no one to talk to
No other side

The earth would cry 
Waiting for you ….
My broken soul
Would prefer to die ……


After you died 
The friend that was so faithful 
Won’t come back to life

After you died
Misery, desperate, and anger
Were placed in I 

After you died
There was no one to hold to 
No one to help you fly 

After you died
No one gave me a hand 
No one showed me the path 
That I had lost 
From you 
From you 
No one told me that this would happen 
No other plan 

Where did you go 
I’m lost without you 
My feelings had left me 
I had no other chance 

Tell me 
Where did u go? 
After you died?






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Sweet Sweet Emily

I was born in Amhurst Massachuetts
on Decenber 10  1830 
and had died May 15  1886

My hair is bold like the chestnut burr
and my eyes like the sherry in the glass
that the guest leaves behind

I cannot write about the world without
first backing away from it and then
comtemplating it from a distance

A word is dead when it is said
Some say I say it just begins
To live that day 


Who Am I ?


My Poetess Sweet
Emily Dickinson


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From Death's Embrace

life's efforts, in vain they shattered 
velvet cloaks of crimson tattered 
alone in darkness, they never mattered 
blades glisten, the sad eyes they flattered 

hand out-stretched, he stood alone 
fingers gleamed white of bone 
eerie whispers of prayers unknown 
no actions friends of God would condone 

leaning in with scythe in hand 
hollowed eyes of black depths command 
veins bled dry making stand 
against the embrace of Death's demand


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Help

I tried to cry out,
I tried to say something,
I tried to speak up,
speak up and ask.
I tried to ask for help,
I tried so hard to be heard.
And no one heard.
I kept trying,
I kept calling and crying out.
Would no one hear me?
I tried to reach out,
out for help,
love,
security,
acceptance,
anything.
And no one heard.
Until it was too late.


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Take Me Away

Take me away from here,
From the noise and the pain.
Somewhere nowhere near;
Away from the stress and the strain.

Take me away from here,
From the shouts and the tears.
Somewhere nowhere near;
I've been hiding for years.

Take me away from here,
From the lonely days and nights.
Somewhere nowhere near;
Let's turn off the lights.

Take me away from here,
From these acts that can't be forgiven.
Somewhere nowhere near;
Some place much like Heaven.


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The Poison

A sorrow and a diminish
That has set before my eyes
He says,"It's nothing to worry about"
Yet he doesn't know I can see with his eyes
His heart
And his revenge
I see his love for a woman
For which it is not me
I see he sees me as a small child
Perhaps a toy for his fun and games
I cry at night screaming
Why must he do this to me every night
My heart crashes to the ground
As the knife before my eyes is his own
Why doesn't he see
The pain and anguish I suffer each day
But he knows me too well
He knows I will never leave him
Because he is the blood that flows through my heart
Yet it is a poison with the scent of death
A poison that knows
I will never leave him
A poison that knows
He is overpowering me
And yet they say till death do us part
Death do us part


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Hell Train

This train of pain stop’s at every
Train stop

Seeking all that want to step on
Board

You can buy a ticket or ride free

For he welcome one and he
Welcome all

Twisted faces cries out in a
Relentless cry

Welcome all and I want all

Screams of pain yell to the
Mountain tops

The pain clamps deeper with
With a eerie growl

He said let’s go for a ride

All Around the track and hence
Forth back again

Pain” O” pain run from me I
Swear I will be careful the 
Next go round

Give me peace and  make my
Body free

From this painful drunken state
Am in

For my eyes are blurry

My limbs is crackin”

So much pain for one to endure

The pain is cutting into my heart

It’s piercing through me like a
Sharp knife

Can’t you see my heart is losing
Blood

Drip, drip, drip my blood
Is Rushing and running on the
Floor

Please, Mr. Conductor stop this
Here train

All this blood is making me sick

Let off, “O” let me off

Know getting off you just enter
Into hell...


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Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


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Cold Hearts Beating

Goddess breasts
And King rage
Stood atop high mountain
Within fog-haze heaven fountain
Proclaimed animosity
Seduction she destruction he
Planned in intricate intimate detail
Spanned thoughts depths good to evil
Delve deeper death
Devolve life or rotting unto another
Devoid they’ll stumble crumble
Rubble stubble see the wonderful
Beautiful ending chaos of love

Passionate embracing commences
Orgasm finalizing hatred
Defenses halt all faltering attraction
Poison words become self-preserving reaction
Pitiful pitiless human race
Crass species welcoming defeat
Relieve relent life strife
This wife is now beaten bloody
Barren dragon satan devil spawn
Celestial snow painted blood-red
We are dead

Time reduces marvelously
Flesh erodes bloated bones
Appear traveler near observes
Immortals on high crying softly
Falling Olympus’ shroud tainted dyed
Maroon amber streams
Skeleton’s romance remains
Defames other’s vows
Promised hours till reaper doth part
Wedding bands golden
These eyes have beholden
Affection surpassing eternal sleep
Redemption veiled with mystery.


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End of the Wick

Reaching the end's wick
Hearts' blind innocent revenge
Burn as smiles rip...
Alas, come the end.


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Under Oath

Death awaits me on the corner
so be quick
with your
condemnation
and I shall consider
tomorrow’s charges
tangled
with today’s
conviction
and claim
my part
of
just accusation
and
no
more.


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Nothing More To Do With You

This ends right now.
Confided in me then threw it all away
There can be no love left within me
Angerfeardisappointmentdespair
But you've lost it all now - I've given up on you.

He's got you doing I don't know what
And the rumours are rumours but the rumours are true

And if I saw him I swear
I'd smash his face in.
Could do with another outlet after all
These stabbing shrieks inside my chest
Scraping at my flesh and bone
Won't let them penetrate me

See her; who is she?
Wonder if you know her
She's everything you pretended to be
Emotionless beneath that metal
Trusting no-one still being betrayed

Who are they in the frame with her?
These strangers who casually call themselves friends
You're so stupid
They couldn't care less
Watch you stagger and fuel the habits they helped you start

Mindless idiot.
She's going to die and she's taking you with her

Don'tpiercethatdon'tsmokethatdon'ttakethat
What more can I do when you block me out?
Sleep around black out come to me for comfort
Crazy little girl, could slash you and let all the bad rush out
But then of course we'd have nothing left
And it grieves me that it's come to this
Can't stand it anymore; you're on your own you've got a choice you'll make the 
wrong decision I can't be there to guide you

Confided in you then threw it all away
Can't keep these lame promises and I know
I said I'd always be there
But I was there for you and I'm talking to myself 'cause you're dead on the inside
And it's spreading fast.

Not one redeeming feature
Could rip you apart wouldn't harm you for the world
Save you from it all leave you there for them to get you
And they won't find my girl, person worth protecting
Her and you'll be there instead already gone already dead
You all shall scream
Won't turn my head

And I'll remember you today
For what you used to be
Days that seem too far away

You're ugly now in every way.


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My Heart Wept For Her

Many years ago my
dear mother left me
and went to be with
Jesus.

My heart wept for her,
that sad day in June,
my life was not the
same anymore.

As anyone who
has ever lost someone
close to them knows
the feeling.

Mother was the
comfort of my
heart everyday
of my life.

She taught me
about God and
how to love everyone.

She told me to never
lie, telling the truth
was always the best
thing to do.

To treat others fair
and kind, to always
say thank you and
please.

She taught me
to put others first
and my self last.

Mother taught me
all of these things,
by doing them her self.

Mother I have not
always done those
things, but I know
that I should do them.

Loving you always
waiting till that day
when I will put my
arms around your
and say thank you
my loving dear mother.

wrote 9-2-08


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Opening The Vein

Right now
     I have words 
flowing from my veins,
but what if it stops?
That can never happen
   all I have to do
   is slice another one open,
                     somewhere to dip my quill,
another way to release
       the torrent, 
            the flows,
                 the waves
of emotion that crash within me.
To eat away at the walls
that they use to keep the likes of me out,
but that can never happen
     I go where I want,
           the more unwelcome,
                 the more I'll be there,
 slowly pounding,
                     eroding,
                        wearing down
the barricades they set
to keep out the malcontents,
                           the undesirable,
         the vile,
              the evil.

Yes tis I 
the one no one would welcome
       howling in the back,
           scratching at the window,
               knocking at your door,
   pounding on your chest.

I have been here
                     forever....
      waiting....
           slinking....
              perched on your windowsill,
sitting just out of sight,
               'til the right moment.
That's how I do,
         that one second
                  can change your life,
and make mine last so much longer,
every little taste extends my being,
brings me closer to my next target.

As long as fear exists
        there will be me....


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Farewell, alas

Farewell, alas, our ways now part
At the forking of the road
You leave me now with willing heart
And I must carry still the load

Farewell, alas, bravely once here
You walked in sun and dew
And never did I see a tear
To make this choice, so well thought through.

Farewell, alas, I love you more now
Than when my company you keep
But coming to hills bright brow
You spoke of promises to keep.

Farewell, alas, what courage gleams
And you insistent to know beyond the mist
While I raging defer with screams
The myth that something else be ever better than this.

Farewell, alas, I miss you on the sunless shore
At the forking road you left my side
And I walk on alone, alone the poor
And empty world your parting must abide.


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Dwindling

These days, i avoid the mirror...
Shunning my reflection, as a hunched Gollum 
Ducks his head from the sun’s incendiary stare –
I do not want to see…
Do not want the mirror’s truth, 
Etched in the hollows of my cheeks, 
In the death’s head darkness that dwells in my morbid eyes
My demise lurks in the mirror, 
Watching, biding his sweet time
And the child that I was is just a memory I chase, desperately 
Through dream-dappled meadows, 
In a haven that no longer exists…
My life has dwindled,
Shrunk to the point of light on the head of a pin,
i survive on mere seconds of borrowed time,
Snatched moments here and there,
Handfuls of dust trickling through my fingers 
Into the greedy belly of the hourglass…
It is all just a half-hearted dance macabre waltzed on a floor of shadows
Lies and truth are demon partners at my shoulder 
And love is Eurydice flitting in my wake from the depths of Hell,
She calls my name but if I turn to look,
Even to savor a final incandescent tryst of souls –
I will burn to ashes and die



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From beyond the Grave

Your hands would just reach up 
And control my life 
Your eyes would open wide 
And rip open through my spine 
You would stir awake in your casket 
If only you could 
Your vengeance would never cease 
And you would rule the world 
From beyond the grave. 

Your will would just drive everyone away 
And I would be alone 
Your words would be heard by all 
And none would hear mine 
You would wake from the dead 
If only you could 
Your vengeance would never cease 
And you would rule the world 
From beyond the grave 

Your desires would stir the restless 
And they would do your bidding 
Your arms would open up wide 
And prepare to embrace the sky 
For you would rise to this occasion 
If only you would 
Your vengeance would never cease 
And you would rule the world 
From beyond the grave. 


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Special Moments Come Again

Moments come and go,
But special moments come again,
When the thoughts of you with me
Seem they never have an end;
As a touch brings back sensation
And a song triggers emotion,
A smell brings back the memories
As a taste triggers the notion
That we'll always be together;
What we shared will never end,
And I know that you're right there
When special moments come again.


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Home Is Where the Heart Is Stilled

Abandoned places,where
perhaps memories linger,
with wisps of wafting moments,
aware, somehow, even of  the now,
Though long forgotten by all others,
One wonders why, and surely how,
Such strong vibrations of the past,
Seem to time, to have taken a bow...

Gutted building, windows broken,
Creaking, leaking floor,
Last stepped on by the living,
So many, many years before...

Where lives were lived, and
deaths have come in their way,
To others, in a time gone by,
Who here saw their last sad day,
Tears were cried,hearts
were smashed,
Love withered, its flame 
reduced to ash...

Is this a mysterious black hole of time??
A singularity, of now and here...
Where time is not so limpid...
And death is always near,
And fear can swim in the unknown,
The fear of time's mysterious cloud...
As ticks, as tocks, somehow go forever by, 
so mysteriously, and seemingly, oh so loud...

What was the last calendar's  year hung?
The last phone call received,
And who had been the one rung??

Ghost House,
Ghost House,
Scary, time
abandoned place,
Secure in forgotten
nothingness,
And with time, 
you've lost the race.


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A Life Lost

A dad he was to my man,
lost in a world of abuse.
Selling all he had in life,
to fund his addictions.

Digging flesh  from bone,
stabbing  bugs crawling wild.
Demons appear in torment,
beaconing him deeper.

A knife into the thigh,
sent him sickly out.
Hospital tests for all,
not knowing the truth.

Infections settle silently,
staff reared its ugly head.
Confined in solitary moments,
being alone and scared.

Stitches close the injury,
sickness embeds his soul.
Taunting images haunt him,
through every corned space.

Eyes cloud with blurred vision,
surgery required suddenly quick.
Sight saved from blindness,
doctors breathe with a sigh.

Something else has happened,
immune system has shut down.
Disease rested in his marrow,
the fight fire life has begun.

Myloid Dysplastics Disease,
fogs his body hard and cold.
Respirators knocking loudly,
asleep he has no choice.

A gasp of air was his final,
machines took over from there.
The last time we would see him,
full of any kind of life of his own.

Two weeks has gone by,
no change for the better.
Septic shock attacks kidneys,
we all seen him enter heaven.

It was a total all together,
from the time he stabbed his leg.
Four months from that day,
his end would be forever...




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A Mother's End

I am unable to comprehend
How your physical remnants were found
With a stately essence of womanhood
A mother’s end.


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Redeath

Call
to me
   from stillborn silence
insistent intrusion
upon my sanctuary of
   absent black
sensory void
of
hateful
peace


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Dark Ramblings

Cut my veins 
Drink my filth 
Bite me 
Corrupt me 
Take me away 
Make me whole 
You are Satan’s Minion 
I am your Eternal Damnation

Give me life, give me need
Cut my wrist and make me bleed

Through these veins dead blood flows

The sins of the heart breed jealous fiends, and dark desires.  
Burning, bleeding wounds caused from blood lust and loneliness
Are the harbingers of sins of the heart.  Let me die of broken spirit & destitute heart.  
Let me die.  Just let me die.

Blood is dripping to the floor  
Feels much better, I hurt no more  
I’m numb inside and feel no pain  
One of these days I’ll empty my veins   

Kill me 
For my life Is meaningless


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I Will Die Alone

Everybody's dieing,
I can see the bodies falling around me,
crashing down like dead trees,
white faces and cold hands,
touching me lightly,
then landing on the cold hard ground.

This life's dark,
like a big dark room,
there is no life,
because all I see, feel, and hear is death,
striking down the world with his violent hands.

He kills them all,
untill I'm the only one left,
one by one he takes them,
leaving me on this dark earth alone.

Save me lord,
save me,
nevermind, you can't.

I'm going to die,
I will die alone.


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An Accidental Overdose

She fought daily with the agony.
never knew when it would strike.
It affected all corners of her world
waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying.
Early one morn, she lost the battle.
Through the night she had struggled,
to rid the ache in her head.
She tried them all.
One here and one there,
still it persisted,
another, then, another.
She had forgotten the total.
The compounds crescendoed
and released an avalanche of effects.
Breathing crawled, heart decelerated
and mentation retarded.
Then all stopped.
It was an accidental overdose.
Just a girl trying to ...
stop the pain.


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Death Changes

Old Death is a scar,
an empty eye socket, a lost limb.  
It has been grieved and we leave it alone
most of the time except on long drives
or sleepless nights.

New Death is a police siren behind you,
a baby crying for you in the night
in a house on fire.

New Death is bright red.

Old Death is brown.  
We can pick it up and put it down.

New Death picks us up and 
puts us down when it wants to.

New Death is a mugger in an alley
on your way home.  
Leather jacket, whiskey breath,
fear smell, switch blade at your throat.
That's New Death.  
It mugs you and steals your life
for years or forever.

Old Death is a tight uniform you wore,
you try it on once in a while.
You were drafted in the Regiment of Pain.
It doesn't fit, you don't wear it 
but you will never be the same again.
You have your memories at that private war with Death.
You are a veteran now.
But the Private Pain mellows into General Acceptance
and the poignancy turns to peace
and all New Death will lose it's sting
with time and God's help forever.


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Finals

A stalking moon comes
riding
on mount of silver
     and
     blue
     metallic
shimmering
     beckoning
shadows colliding
with
      imagined imaginings
and
      impassioned words
spoken to
      look
          like you
rhyming
with
the glow of
     lightening dark
         pale
            dawns
shivering in
twilight unmasked
as
a
     hollow
     exchange
that
bounces from
     here to there
         and
     wonders
         how the connection
grew so
weak
and
      unenduring
when
      plastic care
became
      so unassuring
and
     deaf and dumb
came    
     crawling
              droning
so
      enough became
           too much
to hear
and
flat tone
       came alive
to
       animate my screen
in hurried
dutiful
   replies
      evenly spaced to
          reflect
               time better spent
                    elsewhere.


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I Believe

Beside the waters,
of life's valleys, and peaks,
an account of it all,
one day we shall see..
Hide if you want,
lie ,and cheat,
but all is written,
on God's golden sheet.
Many have taken,
His name in vain,
reckless, and careless,
a dangerous game.
Life is uncertain,
but death is for sure,
Heaven, or Hell,
a permanent tour.
Only a heart that has been,
washed of the sins,
can be worthy,
to enter in.
Hell has no test,
you can come as you are,
but once you enter,
you are doomed by far.
All by yourself,
you will stand up front,
as your life is given,
and the things you have done.
That day is coming,
I believe in my heart,
we'll walk with our Lord,
and from this world, we will part.


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Silver Cycle

In a pinch of the slenderest fingers
like tapioca beads to the wind
the mercury fog is popped.
Wild silver happenstance rains down
and settles quiet.  Quiet.
Had my pale head touched the earth
at the moment of it's impact
I would have drowned in the mist.
With slender fingers turned to roots,
hair to moss, blood to sap,
a papier-mache skin to the earth's skeleton
To be popped, by the tenderest finger's of soil embrace
drawn to the sky like tapioca beads to the wind.


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But Why Part of Mine

My lungs scream for air
But my throat is too tight for breath
Nobody is there to hear me cry
Nobody cares that I just want to die
No one understands the pain that is building up inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to move my hand
But my muscles are too tight for motion
Nobody is there to hear my try
Nobody cares that I’m trying to die
No one understands the emptiness inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to sit up
But my legs are too weak for standing
Nobody is there to hear me sigh
Nobody cares that I’m soon to die
No one understands what I’m feeling inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to wake up
But my eyes will not open
Nobody is there to hear me say ‘Bye’
Nobody cares that I know I will die
No one understands what it is going on inside 
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?


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Glass

 She was glass,
apothecary blue,
potions cool within,
a cure of sorts.
  Some who sipped
survived
and some did not.
Some whose 
burning lips
relinquished,
  quenched
their thirst
forever,
never to desire 
her fire
again.
and then,
there was 
i
was there
parched beyond
regret.
afraid and yet
obsession
drove me
on to 
shatter all 
for that last 
drop,
the drop that 
fell,
that fell so fast...
and she was
glass.




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Silently Still

Hidden spirits motherland,
    destructions chosen horror.
Decayed barren grounds,
   ravaged territories dilapidation.
Debris leftover magnetic fields,
   crawls nuclear poisons contamination.


Ruins

           graphics

                          stand

           strongly

obscure.


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Self Control

Tonight, we saw the split second
the rush before dying, the twist of good metal
the swerve of the drunkard in a flash of white light
We braced only precious things, my 3 year old daughter
and our own frail adrenaline bodies held tight
Tonight, this man chose
to pour his soul out with liquor to the brim
I'll never know if pain or laughter forced his hand
I'll never know if he saw my daughter crying
with eyes of fear unknown by the young
Tonight, I held back the winds
the rage through my blood, the taste of vengeance
The twisted car was given a name by it's maker
We, by our parents - my daughter, by us.
Tonight, we still breathe, and, thanks to self-control,
so does he.


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Soft Stepping

Meandering past dusk
Within my solace of dreams
Across this garden of roses and vine
Luminous and vibrant
Yearning life anxiously
Each a soft dreaming infant
Stepping amid buds and blossoms
Extolling the blushing rose
Oblivious to shoots crushed under my feet
I render innocent futures extinct


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All I Want Is Sleep

when morning comes to me
something I truely hate to see
I have to struggle for one more day
and though death I do not seek
I'd never turn away to seek
escape from the touch of death's cold lips
on my life-battered cheek

sleep is far more real to me,
so far superior to being awake...
when sunrise calls to me
it is a call I would gladly shake

It's a taste, somehow, I suspect
of the death we have to face,
If so, I fear death no more
and in fact I do embrace

in dreams I soar about,
no place is closed to me,
imagine then, what death...
has for us to open up to see

and if this belief is wrong
and I'm merely food for worms,
I've feelings very strong,
it won't be among my concerns.


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A Tribute to my late husband


loves longing takes me across the river
over the mountains and along the shore

you are here because i will it so 
and because love knows no boundary

your body is gone but your love
lives here within my heart

my days grow shorter and my nights
seem darker now

i am sad at times because you are gone
happier still to have had you in my life for so long

your love is here and my breath is your breath
and will remain so until i can no longer inhale

goodbye my love

until we meet again...


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The Hunger Games-Poem

Enter the arena
Buckle down


Ready?
Set?
Kill!

A gong sounds
We're off

The Hunger Games have begun!

Blades of swords and knives crash
Arrows whizzing.

Run. run, run
Away from the cornacopia!

Blood splatters, staining the earth
Bodies splayed on the ground

Some survive
Others die right off hand

Only one left to be the VICTOR!
Welcome to The Hunger Games!!!!

This is based on a very good book called The Hunger Games (well good in my 
opinion). This future distopian science-fiction novel is about future North America. 
The Capitol is a very dictator-like establishment and starve their citizens then throw 
them into the hunger games, a fight to the death on live television.


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Do You Remember

It started with a silent night;
As the winter winds howled outside,
it took only a few seconds;
And all of a sudden the tears began,
Like a rushing river they flowed from my eyes-
Because all of a sudden I knew;
And I was afraid.

Flying out of the bed,
I ran and ran;
I couldn't stop,
So I kept going and going,
And when I had found it-
the deepest darkest place in the house,
I curled up and hid;
Because I knew!
About the pain-
of...death;
All too frightening,
I couldn't hide the fear anymore!
Of being forgotten,
Of being alone,
The fear of every drop of my blood-
Falling in vain..

It took all too long to realize;
The cuts were getting deeper,
And the chains clenched tighter,
Like the teeth of a viper around my throat-
And the thing I feared more than all else,
Had almost taken me within its grasp;
And with each passing day, they came,
Another infinity of sharp red lines on my wrist-
But no longer would I endure,
No longer would I choose suffering!

Because, I was..tired of being afraid,
Tired of all this pain;
What was it all for anyway?
To endure? To live on knowing that I made it?
The fear had been merciless;
And I wouldn't confine myself to this any longer,
Because; I figured it out...

People were made to be free.

The world used to be meaningless,
Life had no point to me- but then,
I thought; And my wondering brought discovery,
And that discovery became an epiphany;
My epiphany! Dare I say it,
The fear of death was left behind;
There was only one cure for my condition-
They called it inspiration.

And I knew from that point on how to conquer death,
Memories- dearest memories- of me,
Would have to stand the test of an eternal clock;
It always ticked, on and on,
And I created, ever passionately,
So that people might remember,
Even after such a mournful passing,
And only one question remains:
Do you remember?


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Nimisha

In her layette, she looked fair.
‘Nimisha’,the parents called her.
When aged five,the polio plucked
The strings that her legs moved.
As a string less violin, her legs rest.
In the wheelchair, she grows up,
Along with her mother’s tension,
And the father’s anxiety.

The rustic children wish her,
But nobody takes her
To the festival
In a shrine rural.
She wears new dress,
But as the butterflies in her frock,
She also cannot flit
To the shrine yard.

Cough waves, today also, 
Shake her lungs so.
The distant drumbeats and the holy music
Move her fingers in the wind rhythmic.
The clarion does resonate and ripple
The divine thoughts in her ears.
She never knew 
Pneumonia packing her soul.

Serenity of the twilight collapses,
As,again, the drum storm develops.
Few knew Nimisha swooned.
Later,the people intoned,
“Being holy, 
An apt day it is.”
In emptiness infinite,
Her parents knew her truly.

FABIYAS M V


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Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horse shoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT


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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


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With Them Again

“ With Them Again”

Sometimes in life;
	we realize we are lucky,
		as another life enters into our own. 
Because we know…
	what it means to have a true friend,
		a friend who will bless our lives.
A friend who will earn our love and respect,
	accept us for who we are,
		help us become a better person
			simply by following their example.
When the time comes
	to let them go,
		our hearts feel so heavy
			because we realize
 they can never be replaced!
It is at these times,
	we should not despair,
		we need to allow
			our faith to bring us comfort.
		Because we know, they are in a better place.
We also know that one-day…
	when it is our turn 
               and the Lord calls us home
			we will be with them again!
	
Written along with the eulogy, 
and other poems for Mildred 
Noland's funeral. She was an
angel in my life and I loved 
her, mj


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The Loss of a Farmer of Man

The rivers of life are most dear to those with young.
These rivers supply life, ensuring the survival of what is most precious.
It is when the river runs dry; the last drops of liquid are tears...
Tears of all that is lost.

The fertile soil soon dries and becomes barren.
The efforts of man are unable to save the farm.
This farmer... a farmer for man... lost what is most dear.
His vision for the future has died.

The farm itself screams in pain as the river flows away.
Her life is leaving and she is unable to save what grows beneath.
What is most dear to the farm is dying.
Her life, everything she wanted... now stripped from her.

Such farms all have a gate that closes them to the rest of the world.
As the farmer stands staring at the sign above the farm... remembering that night.
He came from no where with no reason... stabbing his wife in her stomach and 
heart.
His memory, while staring at the sign..."Here lies both a loving wife and future 
mother."


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Roots

They came yesterday, early as dawn itself

They came with shovels and trowels

To give protection from the winter

To the rose bushes that you loved

Shortly after lunch I heard Oliver barking

It was his angry bark, his sound of offense

For the worker was digging and exhumed

Your scarf from the tangled roots of roses

 

I gave the scarf to Connie, I remember

She was little then, five or so 

And she visited to ask for something of yours

To keep and remember

When she went home and her mother asked

What she had done at our house

She said, “I just sat on his lap

And helped him cry.”

 

It comes to me now, later she asked 

About the scarf again and I assumed she lost it

But now there was the evidence

Oliver also had a need to remember

And put his souvenir of you

Beneath the bushes you so loved

And the workman held the scarf to me

And I told him, “Put it back.”

 

He comes to me at night

It is his ritual of companionship

Sad-eyed and with mournful whimpering

He comes to my arms and licks my hand

And we are together before the fireplace

Watching shadows dance across the walls

Each remembering the moments that were ours

Each guarding a part of you in the roots of us


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Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


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Family Legacy

I met Uncle August on my honeymoon.
I was prepared.
“He won’t talk to you," my new husband told me. 
"He’s a cantankerous old man,
so don’t be hurt, he doesn’t talk to anyone.”

He was in his 70's.
I was 20.
He was ill.

He was right where I was told he would be,
sitting at a long wooden table in a large kitchen.
One that had fed large families
and farm workers
for decades.

His arms were spread out to his sides
enlarging his lung cavity
so he could breathe easier.

His head was hung between his shoulders;
a long crooked ash hung
at the end of his lit cigarette
between gnarled and stained fingers.

He looked up to me when I was introduced and he talked.
We talked and laughed,
nonstop,
for two hours.

Thirty-seven years later his nephew,
at his long wooden kitchen table,
elbows extended so he could breathe,
Oxygen snaking its way into ruined lungs,
head hung low,
trying to nap.

Was he remembering Uncle August?

Unable to breathe
paramedics took him away.
He never came home.

His children said their tearful goodbyes — 
and now they wait 
to take their place 
at the long wooden kitchen table.


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I remember you

	
I Remember last Wednesday,
I can see your smile, your eyes.
If I only knew it was the last day
I would have only stared into those eyes.

Where are you?
If I only knew

You used to visit me one day
Every week after school,
Always on Wednesday,
That was a Golden rule.

Now I know you rest,
And I always keep in mind:
to me you were the best.


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You've to live up so never give up

You've to live up so never give up!

-----------------------

Ted Talk by Kevin Briggs: The bridge between suicide and life

http://on.ted.com/q02cv

-----------------------

You may say I can do whatever to myself but your life is not all your own!

You belong to so many others, some known to you and mostly unknown!

Remember those who did you favors you can't repay if for eons you live!

And every moment of that existence, what you owe you continue to give!

Then you can't even guess how many are touched by what you say or do!

You will have to see each living being in the whole world to get some clue!

You were born for a purpose, which your soul cannot rest without fulfilling!

If you give life up midway, you may never be in peace after your own killing!

When you're in a dark despair and feel there's nothing left for you to live for!

Give yourself one day to serve a person who has more sufferings than your!

At the end of the day ask how that mortal is bearing that much burden of life!

You'll choose to go on even if you have to live walking on the edge of a knife!

-------------------------

Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)

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My Protest Write

 They`re marching on
 The Syrian soldiers
 Towards civilian neighborhoods they will prowl
 Heavily armed,their tanks approaches 
 All guns and grenades are loaded
 The have schools,hospitals and innocent people in their targets

 
 Shell shocked children screaming in pure death anxiety
 Their faces covered in blood,after their school being used as cannon targets
 Gone are the days when soldiers fought against eachother
 Now they smell civilian blood
 Assad`s soldiers will shoot you from behind
 My Syrian friend,you better wait until night falls
 Before you bury your dead brothers and sisters
 
 
 
 

 The regime`s days are numbered
 Written by the blood of the innocent,they have signed their own doom
 We,the world-are watching woman and children being slaughtered
 Because the UN say we have to
 I cry for you my Syrian brothers and sisters
 But hang in there,even though UN has delayed your liberation
 A time will come,the madman will fall from his shaky podium
 

 

 Where is your sence of pride,Assad?
 How do you sleep at night?
 Every woman,all the children you have tortured over the decades...
 Do you feel their death anxiety
 Or hear their screams for mercy when you close your eyes?
 
 


A.Ertsland
10th.February 2012


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CELL PHONE

The dead can offer you nothing
except your own, hard work.
Don’t stand so close.
Their reach is longer than your fear.
They are desperadoes with
nothing to lose,
nothing to give,
only more of the same.

Don’t stare too hard
at those full of their own emptiness.
They have nothing to offer,
nothing in their words, their eyes,
they can’t offer their hearts -
they have none.

If you look too long
you begin might begin
to think you’re just like them,
catching the light rail
eternally stuck between where
they’ve come from
and where you’re going.


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Grandma

There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse


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Playing tennis with my Dad

Help me
He won't wake up these weekends
I came back home
I help him get unsick
Mom runs her usual parade
Dad just watches TV and escapes
He wants to change
But can't make himself rearrange
Disk problems in the back
Ironically im schooled in physical therapy...
he doesnt want to listen to me 
So time putters on indefinitely


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Raven Now Among The Dead

.
The scent of Tube Roses
Is so overpowering 
From the bouquet 
That is on the casket
Allergeric nasal passages swelling 

                              The dress that my family chose
                              For me to wear is so lovely
                              I just adore black silk and organdy

Can't wait until I can get up
I want to play with my gun
Target practice for a while
I want to be prepared to kill
That man who left me at the alter
Seeing him in his grave will be so gratifying

                               The sound of the hearse coming is so clear
                               Even though it is so far away
                               So little time here on this earth
                               Wanted my life to be so different
                               The hearse is getting close

Tonight I will get to play
In the graveyard where my love does lie
When the hearse arrives 
They will take me away
To rest in peace so they say

                                But I'll roam the graveyard
                                Where my former lover lies
                                I'll wait for his ghost to rise
                               Then I'll blow him away on this eve
                               I will do it once again with ease




Constance La France's Among The Dead Constest
Written by; Sara Kendrick


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My Mother was like a Rose

My mother was like a rose
beautiful at sight
frail to touch.

She could stand up
and say her mind.

She needed love
I feel like she never got any.
And that’s why she withered away
like a rose.

Her heart was pure,
her soul made of gold.

She’d rustle in the wind,
and hide when cold,
much like a blooming rose.

Day by day
a petal would drop 
‘til nothing was left.
She was the dying rose.

And as each day goes by
without her sweet melody,
I tell myself this:
I must not cry that she is gone
but smile,
she was here.




Written by my 10-y.o. daughter Payton


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Darkbodied

Born through a child I was-
Fathered by none-
Raised by strangers-
Growing inside me-
An ineffable danger-
Entering life behind a closed door-
I strained to breathe-
Is this living?-
Aboded in a fleshly tomb-
I must be freed-
Cannot stay-
Though Ha'lel came for me-  
I have seen his revolving exit-

 


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The Wall, The Wall

The Wall, The Wall

I
the world fades from my fingertips
like blood oozing from an open wound
the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder
and my eyes are twisted in pain

shut the door and lock me within
the light is buzzing and flickering
something is about to explode
or maybe thats just my soul

softly touch the wall and it corrodes
the white paint peels and turns black
and cracks appear on the surface
a garbage touch that ruins it all

for years the signs of ruin were there
building up behind fragile white walls
and now i sit here with an open chest
my heart nailed to the damned wall

and as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood from an open wound
the sky outside is bloody and tormented
and i cant begin to see my own reality

II
im so afraid that if i get up ill fall again
damned by the ghosts of the past
the flashing glare of reality looms larger
closing in on me and slapping me

if only someone could open the door
and let me out of this foreboding room
perhaps i could see more than whats inside
instead of slicing myself in half

remember it was your verse that ended me
slicing off my fingers one by one
it was when my heart was nailed to the wall
that i truly forgot how to feel

my sickening screams echo loudly
throughout the confines of my own mind
reverberating down my spine
and leaving me in a shivering fit

as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood pouring from an open wound
the sky outside has faded to a deep black
and i cant begin to see my own reality


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Solitary Confinement

I'm concerned now 
with only solitary things

the stinging course 
of an unwiped tear
and a small blonde curl
wrapped in plastic

 
never lengthening


a fleeting smile
forced from cheek's hollow
its laughter drowned in a meandering brook 
that doesn't babble

 
just drifts aimlessly

 
to where a leafless tree seems
to haplessly scrape its bank
in unwelcome companionship

 
I find I prefer the dead blue of skies


to the changeling grey 
where too many shadows wait 
for aching recognition

and I know I'll never sleep again at night
because I can't censure with my eyes closed

 
nor control my emotion's line of sight...



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Funeral

Jesus said there would be gold
But all I see is caskets and grave stones
Jesus said there would be gold
But all I hear is weeping and grieving
Jesus said there would be snow
And I believe him
Because I can see the buffalo roam
And the old men growing old
And the frozen tears that tell us their gone
We chose to see the windows
And rainbows
And flashy dollars that ignite the soul
We settle for materials
But let’s all try to stay gold
They said if only you can imagine them
Dancing with God
Laughing with God
Crying no more with God
But here we are with tear soaked sweaters
And handkerchiefs tied in little bows
For those who have lost
Goodbye evermore
Jesus said there would be gold
If the breeze has you backwards holding your cold
And the spark of your engine won’t ignite
And your grandfathers words don’t seem quite right
And we all think we’re too skinny, too slender, too plump
And were rackin around thinkin everyones too dumb
Like these hands that were holding seem to never be enough
Like our whole organs seem to go numb
And the brisk walks we take freeze our knees 
And the door won’t open because we don’t have the keys
Jesus said there would be gold
Up there going round
Like the roundy wheels where you get sushi in town
But all I see is beers and wine
This drink that I’m holding
This list I am writing
This pack that I’m smoking
This lip I am smacking
This knuckles I am cracking
This wind that is blowing
Makes me keep thinking
Who will I be when I’m six feet under
Like the girls in the casket
And my cousins that are no longer breathin
And my family that keeps on tearing
And my mother that can’t stop weeping
Jesus said there would be gold
Can we tell where it is
Where we are
Who we’ll be
Six feet under to a world with he
And I can see them playing
With a cross their wearing
With their feet a clacking
With their knees not shaking
And their ears a hearing
And the sounds of the angels
Can’t dance around the word at a funeral
Jesus said there would be gold
But all I see is caskets and grave stone
Jesus said there would be gold
And I believe him
Because I can see them smiling
I can see them laughing
I can see them prancing
I can see them running
Jesus said there would be snow
And there was
Covering our boots
Near the grave stone we stood
And the songs of angels
Can’t tip toe around the tears at a funeral.






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Take me to the countryside

Take me to the countryside 
where all the daffodils grow
fresh perfume saturating the air
dispersing sensational aroma
in the atmosphere.
Take me to the countryside
to inhale the balmy fragrance
of mother earth,
to walk on grassy lands
and hold each other hands.
Take me to the countryside
to gaze at the swaying trees, 
and listen to them humming breathlessly 
 in the chilly breeze.
enchanting birds singing in the gusty afternoon,
dancing vigorously to their melodious  tune.
Take me to the countryside 
where all the natural things grow,
tangerine, oranges , banana and  kiwi fruit.
homemade yogurt ,sweet yam
and fresh milk from grandpa’s lamb.
Take me to the countryside
to coalesce with earthy peasants, 
to run up and down the cornfield 
and waddle through onion beds.
Soak me in nature, 
and replenish my aching soul
purge my agonizing wound,
and distill my sorrowful tune.
My soul yearns for spiritual fulfillment
to drown the chaos from the external environment,
mineral water and running streams,
strumming guitars and melodious flutes
are singing harmoniously,
and whispering the truth.
lead me to a place of comfort,
a place where I can breathe,
a place of beauty and incomparable dreams.
Take me to the countryside
to mingle with the animals,
to go horseback riding,
and camp on the mountain top.
Take me away from this hopelessness,
to a place of peace and quietness.
Take me away from this desolation
and find away to solve this confusion.
I want to be free,
free from this burden and misery,
so take me with you before you leave.
When I close my eyes and count to three
at the sound of the whistle
I charge you to set me free.


©2013 Christine Phillips


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A Grandmother's legacy

Warming lights surround you
Quilting the sharp silence
Outside dawn begins
Earth starts stretching 
Straightening out the knots
Caught from hours of slumber
Night moves on to blacken another sky
And Calmness stills the room
All is as it should be

As you drift in an endless sleep
I know not if you'll wake
Or lay your eyes on me once 
more
Softening my heavy heart
As death appears, he waits by 
your side
Head dipped in respect
White and gold robes I study of him
I beg him for more time
An hour, a day, a second 
His comforting eyes say no
It is your time and my heart stills
Now I must let you go

Aged hands under silken skin
Once tended plants and raised children
Loose their warmth
A last breath escapes your 
lungs
I look at death pleadingly 
But nothing can be done
I have to let you go now
You must do this alone

Death picks up your soul up as 
an orb
Glittering like a large diamond
To ferry you to your kin
I see them through the void 
I see them waiting

never again will we sit on the 
porch
As dew wakes up the grass
Trees shacking off the night before
Us, just being us
I'd soak up your wisdom
That resided in your soul
Every snippet a precious gem to me
Id bury them within
Where no other could reach them
Where no other could steal them

I show no tears
As they only fuel pain
From a young age
You taught me to be brave
Knowing my life would shatter 
me
Often I'd feel pain
So your compassion carried me
Over potholes and rocky paths
Your soothing voice steadied 
me
Till I made it safely past

Now Laying out your body
Ready for your last journey
I wonder if I told you enough
The love I have for you
I was blessed everyday 
You were in my life
Things seemed easier 
With you at my side 
Life was not so daunting
The hill was not so steep
Now you gone I'm shattered
Watching an endless sleep

Time with you was precious
For this truth I smile 
The mirror reflects parts of you 
Placed in this heart of mine
Happy you left peacefully 
And I was at your side
Inner gladness reigns 
As not just your jam recipe
Was handed down to me


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20 Innocent Souls

Where was the Holy Spirit that day..
20 innocent souls pushed over to the hands of Angels
Where was the Holy Spirit that day..
That day we face the tragedy, when will we ever see changes

He left us here on Earth to sort our own mess out
Why did He do that when its clear that were not capeable
In a desperate heart grief that goes beyond any doubt
Facing the devil in human flesh..their fate was inescapable

Where are these young victims today..
20 innocent souls ripped out of the hands of their loving parents
Who’s going to sing their lullaby tonight..
Stolen away from their families their fate now rests in the arms of angels



* God be with the victims, their families and survivors of this meaningless massacre


A.Ertsland
December 16th 2012


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Rise Blood Hunter

Fee fi fo fum
The smell of blood and rum
As on the giants abode
Legends were foretold
As wolves stand as packs
To kill and attack
A hero rises
From the flames
From the ashes
Rise blood hunter
Rise from doom
Rise from scourge
Rise above them all

Where people die
A painful death
And corpses left
Stacked aside
Never buried

As monsters walk
Among us
As the walk
Goes slower
And blood gets thicker
By this moment you might be
Yes you might be dead

With blades side by side
Rise blood hunter
And slay them all
Rise from doom
Rise from scourge
Rise above them all.



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What Is Grief


 Grief can be many things.
 Losing some of their nearest
 A father, mother, sister, brother, or his own child
 A while back, death was taboo
 We did not talk about it
 Grief you should wear alone
 We are all different,
 providing each our way
 Different cultures and ways of life
 We have become a little more open in our grief
 share our grief with others.
 if we share our grief,
 it becomes a little easier to bear
 But it is still there,
 you as a fellow human
 dare to hug not turn youself away
 even though other cries
 Rather wipe the tear away







 * Four weeks ago disappeared a 16 year old girl here in Norway,
    No trace of her ...
    Major exploration crew every day.
    Yesterday they found her ..... dead - killed.
    For a grieving family must bear.
    Such things happen every day






  



04. September 2012
A-L Andresen :)


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W-Death mystery of Subhash Chandra Bose-1897-1945

Described as “patriot of patriots” by Mahatma Gandhi
His Words, ‘Give me blood and I shall give you freedom’
Are still ringing in the minds of each and every Indian.
He stood for unqualified Freedom with the use of force
Meaning quite against with Gandhi’s non-violent ways.
Subhas Bose presumed to have died on 18 August 1945
On Taipei Airport in a plane crash but with no evidence.
The mystery of his death and survival haunts the Indians.
The inability of the three commissions to unravel the truth
Spawned umpteen conspiracy theories  left people in awe.

First commission visited Japan in 1956 and got testimonies
From army surgeons conducting blood transfusion to Bose
But he succumbed to death on August 18, 1945, at Taipei.

Second commission carried its probe from 1974-78 and
Declared its inability to arrive on any definite conclusion.

The verdict of the third  commission was quite amazing
It simply said Bose was dead, but didn’t die in plane crash
How and when? No answer in the absence of any proof.
Concluding report tabled in parliament in May 2006
Declaring that death was staged to facilitate his escape.

And there are lots of evidences showing that he was alive
The first being the soviet angle of Stalin and Molotov
Discussing as to whether Bose should remain in the country.
In 1991 a letter written by him found in the KGB archive 
dated 1946 that he had safely reached the then Soviet Union.
And there are conspiracy theories abound on Bose’s death
Allegedly both the Congress leadership and the Government
Afraid of Bose’s possible return to India and his impact
None to stop him to come to power as worshipped by people.

He was posthumously awarded Bharat Ratna in 1992,
A highest civilian award but later withdrawn on the ground
As the Award committee failed to give evidence of his death.
Even the Taiwan Government confirmed of no plane accident
And U.S. Department of State supported the claim of Taiwan.

=====================================================
Second Place win:
Contest: Unsolved Mysteries by Carolyn Deveonshire
*Inspired and credits to the reports published on the web*




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These Little Eyes

I watched her
dropping the phone,
in nano movements

My heart stomped
out, the harshness
of a dial tone

And from endless 
holes, these little eyes
scrunched with sadness

I suppose, I didn't know
what it meant to die
or why the tears
stuck to me

Sickle celled with
every memory,
around the lobes
of my being

Where I could
still hear you laugh,
the breaths of air

Grew arms 

-- and comforted me.


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On the Side

On the Side
                     Authored by Chuck Keys


On the side of the road it lay,
broken, forgotten and sorrowful sad.

I passed it by, laughing with my friends,
with nary a thought. 

But later,
I remembered it; why?

Who belonged to it;
and do they know of its disrepair?

Dust and debris covered some of it
but not all.

Emotionless it lay.  No joy nor pain,
only the moment.

There was no life about it;
maybe there never was.


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Losing pieces

Oh, how I miss the dead…

... the softness in their voices
That I cannot recreate,
the warmth of their silence
Where now only cold remains;

And I know, oh how I know
That they are long gone
And I have been long removed
From those fuller times
But still, when I feel around my heart
I find that it is missing things
Parts long lost and dearly missed,
And I sit here feeling fatally incomplete
And I know-  that I can never be whole again.

But I still miss the dead,
And I miss the times
When I never knew
That I would live on
Missing the days when I was whole…

-So I still miss the dead
And the times when I was not hollowed by loss
Living every day with a lighter heart
So far from the times
 	when I would never be whole again.

And now, so far removed
from fuller times,
These few missing holes
they let in a chill wind
And somehow, these missing holes
they leave my heart heavy
And I know that it will grow heavier yet,
But I dread
That when I am lost
I die not just incomplete
But empty-
	Empty of all I could yet lose.


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Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


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Heaven kissed me

this night
i sit immersed 
in my thoughts

harrowed 
and alone

the moon rises
full-bellied
across the sky

the stars glisten
then tuck themselves in
darkened clouds

i recall
hands that tucked me in
beneath covers
that seemed to shield
my childhood fears

i was afraid of the dark
and death alike
but sought comfort
in your arms

no longer afraid
of dark or death
as i became to realize
both are real
and there is 
no escape

i feel the wind
brush against me
as the sky
lets out a tear
and it mingles
with my own
upon my cheek

i look towards the sky
see your hands
as they blow kisses
from heaven
towards me
and i find comfort
one more time


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The Rongtern Mansion

Rongtern Mansion By M. Taha Effendi (Verse Libre) The front door of the mansion mysteriously creaks open, I freeze. Hoping to hear a welcoming voice, But all I hear is the wailing of the cold wind, The pitter-patter of rain outside, And the roar of lightning, The room reeks of damp, decayed wood and dusty furniture, I enter. The hall is dark, I can only make out countless ornate mirrors glittering on the walls all around, And a tiny candle that flickers on a table at the far end of the hall, An old telephone sits beside it, Squinting around nervously for any sign of life, Groping through the darkness, I reach the table, An ornate frame is perched on the wall there, An old man, balding, with a heavily creased face, firm jaws, and blood shot eyes, bearing a somewhat sinister smile, Looks back at me from it, A strange macabre feeling suddenly engulfs me, I pick up the cold receiver with a trembling hand, holding it to my ear, about to dial, When suddenly with a flash of lightning, I catch the smile of the old man in the portrait falter, And hear the sobs of a little girl on the phone, "H-h-h-hide me f-from d-d-daddy... H-hide m-me f-from d-daddy," Terrified, a cold shudder trickles down my spine, fogging my mind and senses, The phone slips from my grasp and hits the floor with a thud, And instantly the echoes of the girl's sobs get louder, They seem to be coming from behind a closed oak door a few steps away, As I reluctantly make my way towards it, The constant howl of the wind seems like an evil cackle, I can't help but feel that someone is breathing down my neck. I swallow a nervous whimper, Finally I am at the door, I turn the knob, It is locked. Just then I hear a floor board creak inside the room, Confused, I crouch and peep through the keyhole, I see nothing but darkness, But I wait, Perhaps my eye will adjust to the dark, It does, And what it beholds makes the very blood in my veins curdle, From the other side of the keyhole was peeping, A bloodshot eye... Winner of contest: "A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please" by Constance - My Dear Heart


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Here's Your Hat What's Your Hurry

Granitic testaments
sprout unstoppable
over the hill.

I know by heart
the graveyard.

Next to the wall
first maple on the left
past the bell tower,.
our stone stands,
room for one more.

Will my final twinkling
come quick, unexpectedly,
or slowly dressed in gray breaths
as mourning doves nest
in the eaves?

In any case, don’t feel obligated to
visit my engraved memory
under which I’m really not.
If you do, when you go
leave the gate firmly latched.


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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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DEATH of the DEER

Chasing dazzled eyes of dew
Forests tickling greenness at my toes
Pebbles giggle lullabies in blue
Thirst is penetrating soul...

Echoed steps worries the skies
Violins long for their trees
Thunder without lightning shoots 
Wounded sunset bleeds on heart

Chased and dazzled, color-blinded
Grass turns sky and sky is dirty...
No more thirst, a deaf encounter
Hunters of my soul...and I...


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The deer hunter


On a cold winter’s morning
in the Wicklow mountains
a lone man stalks the land;
his hound shadows him. 

He moves silently, swiftly,
approaching a clearing
where the pine forest gives way 
to heather-covered hills. 

Alert to movement,
he steps carefully into position.
His dog stands stock still, waiting;
its nose quivers
in the icy air.

He slips the rifle from his shoulder
moving to a tree
bare of branches. 
Carefully he pulls the trigger, 
the dog darts forward.

Dragging the carcass of a Sika
he walks through a forest
stripped of bark.
Trunks ooze with infection;
the reason for the cull.

He hears gunfire ahead. 
‘Could be poachers.’
He investigates.
Poachers are the true vermin
in this environment.

They kill for money,
no respect for the species.
Stags beheaded, bodies remain,
inexperienced hunters, 
the wounded animals suffer.

An animal lover,
he lives a solitary life 
at his isolated cottage.
Keeper of the deer
deep within the mountains.




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The Train

She’s walking past the tombstones,
Just came from her mothers grave. 
As she passes the last stone, 
her hand graces the top,
A chill shoots down her spine.
The wind is blowing her hair in every direction,
While the leaves dance around her ankles.
Tears are rolling down her cheeks.

She’d just been talking to her mother for hours,
Longer then she ever had before.
She explained to her mother how her life had been tumbling downward,
Her boyfriend for 5 years had just broken up with her,
When she thought he was going to propose.
Her best friend since kindergarten had just embarrassed her,
in front of everyone.
Just to take her spot as Queen of the School.

She hears the train coming.
She’d been looking for an escape,
An escape of her sadness, 
Of her embarrassment,
Of her LIFE.
And here is one, just being given to her.

Without even thinking,
She runs onto the tracks,
The engineer slams on the breaks,
Honking the horn all the while.

She grabs her phone out of her pocket,
Begins to text her father.
Just 5 simple words.
that will mean the word to him.
I’m sorry, I love you

She looks up at the stars shinning down on her,
then at the lights on the train.
She just keeps on staring, 
Without even thinking,
Her mind goes blank.

The horn is honking, 
While she just waits.
Her mind is beautifully empty,
While the train comes closer.

She stares down at the train from above,
While is halts to a  stop, just 100 metres away.
Her lifeless body now mingled with the tracks,
Just lays there,
Motionless,
Breathless.

She begins to regret, 
what she had just done,.
Her father wouldn’t be able to go on,
Her sister would be scared,
Her mother, if she were alive, would be ashamed.
To take a life, let alone your own, 
Is a crime, that can never be undone.
There is no punishment great enough,
To serve justice.

She wishes more then anything to just turn back time, 
To just erase what just occurred
To pretend it never happened.
But this is not like a simple fight with a friend,
Or a bad relationship,
This can not be erased.
Death is not that simple.

A bright light comes from above, 
A sudden rush of relaxation shoots through her,
Calmness surrounds her.
And then she lets go.
Her soul floats away into the night sky,
And it’s over now.

By Sierra Cowan
Written the Summer of 2009


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August 25th, 1971

“I never Travel without my Diary, one should always have 
    something sensational to read“. . . Oscar Wilde, 1891

Friday August 24th , 1971, 11:58 PM my last night Alone

Saturday August 25th,1971, 7:15 AM I awake with new life
Knowing at 12:00 PM Lenore Adams Becomes my FOREVER WIFE
Until it unfolds;  A Dream of Everlasting LOVE not yet known

Saturday, August 25th,1971, 9:00AM, Breakfast with “DAD” 
“I see the LOVE in my Daughter’s Eyes :Welcome to our Family “

Saturday, August 25th, 1971, 11:00AM

I showered, trim my beard and got dressed ,Tuxedo? : for my BRIDE
The Captain in his Dress Whites on the on the deck of our “Princess Ride”
For the Eons of Forever, in sickness and in Health, will You be by her side 
                                          “  I  W I L L “
For the Eternity of LIFE Forever ;  Do YOU take LENORE as YOUR BRIDE
                                             “ I D O “ 

Saturday August 25th, 1971, 7:13PM , My WIFE , My LIFE, My LOVE :  Entered Heaven
                                           My Last Entree

Inspired by the Contest  “ The Diary “  Sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling 
POET~~
                            Written by HGarvey Daniel  Esquire
                                         1st Place


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Now Finished Poem

Wondering if it’s an omen, finding the box in the attic today?
A treasure trove of memories into our lives
This piece of paper upon which I started to write a poem
I remember at the time I could write no more as I grieved

Missing you as each day goes by and wishing you were here
I know you are in the ever loving arms of our Lord
The Lord sent you down as an angel on loan to us
You were called home dear and we were not ready

I know we will one day be together again
Waiting for the day we will be called home also
Now the poem I started to write to you is finished
Our time together will come again my daughter and 
never end

Written by: Carol Brown
 For The "Treasure Trove" contest of Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner


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Sandy Hook

You all were taken way to soon
To go and listen to an angel's tune
As you sit and listen to their song
You are not where you belong

You belong with your loved ones
Enjoying the thoughts of days to come
The world stopped on this day
They stopped and started to pray

I am a father, that word has new meaning today
I can't understand why you were taken away
As I sit and try to find a reason
I shed many tears over this act of treason

My heart goes out to the family and friends
Of the souls that met their untimely end
My thoughts and prayers are with you tonight
As you try to find solace in this plight 

As to the ones who witnessed this attack
I know it will be a long time to bounce back
My thoughts and prayers are with you too
My family and I will pray for you.

Lord take care of these souls
Let them succeed in their new roles
Lord hear my prayer
Lord hear everybody's prayer

Duane LaChance
December 14, 2012



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The Third Eye

These mysterious mist coloured hills
Leading up to the foot of the mountain
The smell of marshy terrain
Distant times and lost legends
Its where I often see lost souls,departed their earthly uniform
Visions only the third eye can see

What I see is a pale gray unhealthy face
Steeped in the worst imaginable fears
Something indescribable has struck that once living individual
Something evil happened around this swampy place
Thick layers of fog,increases my awereness of unblessed acts
Visions only the third eye can see

Who could this poor soul be?
Signs of  a time long ago,we live in different worlds,different eras
That face I see,has not found peace and blessings
Lost between parallel existences
Visions only the third eye can see

The third eye,interesting place,energy-sucker
Uncomfertable at times
Messanger of what has been,and will take place
Late afternoon,dusk,often activity
Close my eyes,displayed like a movie scrolls behind my eyelids
Visions only the third eye can see

These are the visions I see and which chases me
Never gives me that peace and quiet I sometimes need
The black crow,messanger of death and ilness
Hounts me,sometimes I don`t know who it is before it goes down
Living on historical grounds,helds many secrets of bygone times
Visions only the third eye can see


A.Ertsland
Repost from 17th.January 2012


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Twilight

Measured gurgles perform off key
Accompanied by the sound of uneven breathing.
The nose breathes in--
The mouth breathes out,
Each distrustful of the other
To carry out the necessary task.

Gone are the soft down pillows 
Where sweet dreams gathered.
Now life requires a more upright position.
Her head propped high to let the air in.

A gnarled hand clutches a dinner bell
Whose dulcet tones belie its singular purpose.
One ring, two--but no one comes.
Complaints go unanswered,
And each day in the old house is the same.


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Louis XVI

Louis XVI

head strong

head gone


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Like a thief in the night -Thinking of September 11th

Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of
the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th.  Scenes we would
like to but will never and should never forget.  I do not wish to cause further despair to
anyone but if anything bring some hope to those who are suffering safe in the knowledge
that they have the world behind them.  What has happened cannot be undone but with
strength and assistance from those who had the core torn from them as the horrors unfolded
and they watched on in disbelief we can be there for one another.  We can make sure the
memory of this tragic affair lives on, and in doing so help keep our own souls alive and
kicking... in hope all was not in vain, but that we shall learn from it and let the
promise of peace win through.  My heart and thoughts go out to all.
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It doesn't matter today
if we build a building of immense height
like North and South towers of World Trade Centre
even if to use as defence system
just as we would have built a castle on a hill
in times gone by - times have changed
New buildings and memorials will now stand
in recognition of who/what was on said land
Their memories will always continue
as will the vision on t.v. all did view
Where minds stood still in disbelief
while strike after strike we all felt grief
Where tears were shed by billions of eyes
War was declared with no defence in skies

It doesn't matter today
we most probably wouldn't even see
as our enemies approached
Like a thief in the night they came
stealing from us that most precious
those whom we loved or cared about

What matters today
is that for all eternity history has been made
Times we cannot change
Broken genealogical lines gone forever
Marks made on the landscape - irreplaceable
Never can anything stand for what was again
Humanity and psychological effect remains
We may not all have lost those known to us
but we stand together shoulder to shoulder
Encircling those that remain
Knowing each one of us had our soul torn
Our eyes darkened by Hells darkest Angels
When none could believe that before their eyes
Planes came crashing through the skies

Out of ashes a phoenix, a nation arises
and with it the world reawakens
We will not sleep but remember
A tragic time when so high a cost was paid
with unknowing souls now recognised
What right to take such brave innocent lives


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The Mystery of a Strange Cat

As the mourners had left,the holy showers ceased.
Still, the drops of agony fell on from the eaves of heart.
Then a forlorn crow fluttered its wet wings.

The waif cats always roamed in the yard,
But that dark night, a strange cat prowled to the portico.
Its eyes resembled the father’s, who was cremated hours back.

Moss of home clung on its eyes, but there was no tongue in the cat eyes.
Yet,the silent symbols were so strong. 
At either side of the cat eyes, the father and the son stood helplessly.

Later, I heard the mobile barks, which chased the cat to a distant rural crematorium.
And that strange cat never returned.
But its mystery remains still with the urn.


 


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Untitled #352 / Oh stars, even stars

Oh stars, even stars! Even the suns
whose undying light breathes life into all
countless mortal creatures across the universe,
whose sisters are their gods, whose risings set their clocks,
whose settings set ablaze the fire in their lovers’ eyes,
even they, even they are consumed
in the heartless Void!


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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



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Yesterday Happened So Fast

Yesterday Happened So Fast
                                                          Authored by Chuck Keys 
	

Yesterday happened so fast I lost track of myself.
I was standing behind you, where you sat, so small, frail and warm, tenderness radiated about you.
Nearer to fear and farther from joy, aware of your future, 
Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.


There was the scent of a burning candle coming from the back of the room.
Sitting in the front, you had so much to tell the ones you loved.
Your body unwilling, but your spirit awake and searching for release. Always the maestro, your message orchestrated in softness and form, clear at last.  
We all heard.  Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.


You spoke; the stress in your now soft voice, still assertive and emotive, 
Your  eyes protecting and loving all the more, Inside of you were all those you loved …. all in sync as one.
In the room, the brightness of the roses, the fresh-air scent of the surrounding greenery contrasted with your pallor, yet
Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.


What you left behind was so much greater than what you came with, 
A minion of love, with a flair of passion and taste, surrounding your soon departure in tears.
I saw you move one last time as I now see your spirit flowing thru the present, with all ……… 
     Dressed in silly colorful lacey hats, 
          Victorian multi colored puffy dresses, 
              windblown red flowing hair with your red freckles, 
                    decorated multi-shaped filled bags in hand, 
                         bright flowers 
                              and wide smirky grins.
Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.


I wonder if you knew what followed after your departure, 
Endless gentle blue sky, bright sun; wild flowers, life and love beyond.
You were conducting. Your minion lives on without but with you always, 
All of us sharing and loving and of how 
Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.
  




In remembrance of Sonia Slobojan Swigart and dedicated in her memory to the Slobojan Family:  
Catherine, Steph, Danny, Danielle, Sherry, Denny, Suzy, Norman and to Mary, my wife and loyal friend to all.  
May Sonia always be remembered as she lived, “fun to the bone.”


12/31/09/0225pm


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The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


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Winter Season of Life

The brevity of the night aches My pain is cold and empty Long are the nights alone with suffering Before me is a path only I can travel I lift my arms to you oh God in praise As a small child you have always carried me Through fires engulfed in your powerful love As a visible extension of my Fathers grace Death is a destiny that no one likes to speak of Pain has a way of forcing a spirit down to its lowest ebb It garbles the mind torturing the soul of the one who bears it There is pain in life as well as joy, love and happiness Death renders sorrow of loss; during the winter of life Birth is your spring youth becomes your summer Autumn is your adulthood into the cycles of life These seasons keep the earth majestically growing Make every season devoted to helping others grow In the perpetual legacy of heritage we leave behind A map of do’s and don’ts to bring success to our heirs That will carry on long after we are gone The sting of death resides with the survivors left behind Grieving is part of life’s heartbeat, although it is bitter The appointment is unavoidable and a necessary event For the rebirth of all things to come Remember… Loved ones live on through Our memories Carole Cookie Arnold March 2011


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I am shy

I get nervous in front of crowds
my first words are usually shaky
I can stand straight but take a few steps 
in a direction corresponding with that awkward moment
you realize
everyone is listening, interpreting, judging, sympathizing
just trying to understand
the first time I gave a speech was 6th grade
the teacher said its hard speaking in front of a class
who wants to try?
I got brave and took the spotlight
only to find I was blinded
and at a loss for words
show and tell was stress
I ate my silence
I just want to connect, on a grande scale
fast, quick, and easy
The only speaking that mattered 
was my great grand mothers funeral
I was the oldest of a generation
I spent a while getting my thoughts down
what I said lasted only a few minutes
the words echo in my head
have been
and probably will till death
I want to lead a group into chaos
get everyone to dance
become wild creatures fleeting on our fairest fancies
seek joy and fearlessly love
express in a healthy way
be aware
I'm just trying to connect
I am shy


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Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


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I Wish I Could Explain

I know I left turmoil,
a world that doesn't understand.
I realize in this after life
there was more for me to give.
I wish I could explain
the choice that I made.
Life just seemed so dark,
an asylum I couldn't contain.
As the world tried to comfort me,
keep me sane,
I found myself still dying,
living in my pain.
My ways were incomparable,
no one could have kept me here.
Even when I was surrounded,
I felt alone in my skin.
People tried to save me,
encourage me to live,
but as the darkness overtook me,
I drowned in all my nightmares.
Sighing in my last moments,
I knew no one could comprehend
that in my most lonely times
I had to make it end.
I wish I could explain,
but no one could truly understand.

NOTE: (I know notes aren't supposed to be here, but I don't want people to freak out from 
the 
topic) This poem is NOT about me, or current thoughts that I have to harm myself. I have a 
coworker, as well as another friend, who had a close friend commit suicide. In the past I 
have struggled with depression, so I can empathize with how this person felt, and even 
though it is extremely dark, this poem has been going through my head for a few days now.


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Deathbed Lament of an Everyday Person

(A LIFE TIME IN A DAY)
                      I
So! This is what it’s all about,
to think that the next time I
close my eyes, will be the last
time on this pretentious earth.
I’ve often wondered about this
particular time, this waiting for
the final countdown. God! Life’s
past by so quickly, here I am,
my ancient body withering away,
yet my brain so alive so active,
with vivid pages of my mind
constantly turning to any chapter
in any sequence at will.
                      II
Then I wonder why; what’s life
about, asking no doubt the same
questions as millions before me,
Why? Yes why, the great secret
being of course nobody knows,
only guessing that’s what the
powers of this earth have to
submit to, simple speculation.
                      III
I suppose I’m one of the lucky
ones, being able to die this way,
my rapid thoughts tell me. “It’s the
waiting for it to happen, that’s the
hard part, but then I spare a
thought for them that leave us in
more tragic circumstances, the very
young, with no time at all to express.
                      IV
I wonder if I’ll see all my
relations, also all of the old
faithful I have raised, not
forgetting the odd budgie. Do
hope there is not a choir, never
could stand young lads screeching
away, offending my ears in some
sort of foreign language.
                       V
Hope it is not crowded, after all
a few billion have gone before
me, maybe I’ll have no earthly
form, only a memory floating in
a tiny bubble, with the power
only to think, without the ability
to touch or feel, without the need
of sex or other carnal pursuits.
                      VI 
Can’t say I have ever harmed
anyone, or stolen from anyone
who could not afford to lose
the meager pickings of my
deceitfulness, but then it is
easy to offend ones fellow
man without knowing."Sorry
I have no time to expiate.”
                      VII
My goodness! Death’s a great
leveler, I’ve never thought of it
this way, no matter what political
system one believes in, where as one
is white, black, yellow or brown.
catholic, protestant, Jew or 
unbeliever, death is final for us
all, we all go the same way.
                      VIII
It’s got to be God’s experiment,
with life being played in stages,
each one different from the other,
neither better nor worst according to
the almighty script. But serene
beauty, no wars or conflict I
cannot envisage, the human
element would see to that.
                      IX
No! I cannot imagine a life of
angels singing, rock groups playing,
or every dead person’s wish being
fortuitously played out, after all
earth has Satan, who knows what the
next world as to offer in temptation,
dictators, two faced politicians, hard
up vicars, no doubt they’ll all be there!
                       X
My major weakness! In this life is
my inability to make one’s mind up,
but in this instance I feel I don’t have
much choice, in fact I’m bloody sure
I don’t have a choice. But alas lovely
earth with the eve of the day now
melting into the eve of my life,
I warm to the inevitable…………

this was what was going through my head
laying in my hospital bed the day after my
heart attack 2001



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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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DIAMOND DUST, DEVIL

into the mysterious Cloud Water Valley haunting echoes of dead ashes filling the voids of empty hearts lies a soulless spirit -------------- A Transformed Valkyrie from once a beautiful maiden sweet voice giving Elixir of life conquering the hearts of many knights.... falling for One -------------- A King of Hearts holding the legendary sword "Diamond Dust" a warrior on the outside, a lover on the inside eloquent poet of the Arabian Nights.... love tugs at his heart -------------- A Wild Violet she never knew he belonged to the Devil dark eyes stalking, blood tongue licking.... anticipation calculating approaches, planting tactics towards their ends --------------- The Devil in Disguise clutching the soul to her falling heart in her hands ---the knight's grey ashes light turned dim in her eyes.... from sparkles to cloudy.... from gloomy to darkness there she lost her soul, becoming a Valkyrie ......


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The Ole' Ballfield

patented genuine leather gloves 
captivating our boyhood heroes
those same gloves flailing about
towards fly's we were supposed to catch

a glowing white ball with red thread
that begged to be rocketed into orbit
we dreamed of such heroics
pleaded to the God's for the power
most times we flailed there too

it was a tiny aspirin
that evaded mammoth sticks
eagle-eyed trembling lads tried and tried
at least three consecutive times
before retreating with lowered heads
and yet we swore we'd return
with vengeance upon our hearts

there were parents, encouraging
some hopelessly, others with zest
each and every ball pitched
held a lifetime of recollection to come
hopes that immortality would strike
inhale, swing....exhale, next

one by one we took our turn
learning life, the struggles, the joys
suckling each moment with precious breath
tomorrow didn't matter, this was the day
contact, wood upon a now scuffed ball
foulball the ump screamed!
a delightful sound
for it meant success
no matter how miniscule
clapping, smiles broad as the horizon
shoulder slaps, that a boy!

proud parents boasted
picnics were planned
even the diamond itself sparkled
it lived for moments such as these
ah the stories held within those fences

Part 2

thirty five years have gone by
our "field of dreams" now a grave site
ironic that coach Lou resides at homeplate
his stone reads "We lent him boys,
He returned young men"
a great tribute to his dedication
and love for the game

the grave yard littered with former players
however the mound lies bare
no hill, nor stone
only my own precious memories
one day, I shall play again.............


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It's Time

I hear the piercing cries
of infants,
The last whimper of the slaughtered 
"lesser-than-man",
The anguished howls
from mothers,
The ubiquitous pain
felt in every limb – 
oh! The ache and sore
When will we rise?
Shall we rise?

To fight, to battle
the ones playing Devil’s
right-hand man
The vermin that burn
and make hell on earth
The bastards that rob
the weaker of their rights,
the lives that could have been
When will we rise?
Shall we rise?

Towers brought to ashes,
flesh to bones,
blood for diamonds,
purity to filth,
What have man become?
Eyes closed
cries unheeded
The blood taints the grounds,
grounds turned to riches
When will we rise?
It is time.
To fight! to battle!
To make a better better.

The cowardly shall cower no more,
The oppressed shall be repressed no more.
Men slathered in suits
Promising a feigned tomorrow
Actions uncommenced,
Voices unheard,
Men without honour, without tarnish either
What use have we of them?

The silenced shall be unheard no more
The remained silent thus will be the bigger culprit
The change is within grasp
It is time. 


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Love is Forever

As the light fades and darkness descends
  Night falls into the whisper of the wind  
Trying to find comfort within your dreams
  Sadness grips your heart
Tearing your world apart
  Darkness consumed your soul
In grief you do not know
 You do not walk the path alone
  You walk with the greatest man ever known
We all have burdens we must bear
  At times  all seems so unfair
The pain endured will slowly diminish
  As the memories begin to fill the void
 Love will remain and linger in your heart.
  As you shed a tear on that final goodbye
  LOVE stays forever.... it never dies.


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The Running Man

Leg over leg
I watch
Oh once great majestic man
Stuffed with life and vigor
Stood atop the world
Champion
Once conqueror of mountains
Now crushed by pleasure
Turned animal of desire 
Now the running re-claimer
Of past honors

Leg over leg
I watch
One step at a time
His lungs smashing against his insides,
As they fight for air,
Against a nicotine choke hold

Leg over leg
I watch
His feet
They burn,
Sprinting through a Savannah of flames
The weight of his past gluttony slows him down
And chains of sweets
Bind him to a mountain of food;
An animal
 Hungry for progress

Leg over leg
I watch
A hurricane of alcoholic despair swells above him
As a downpour of liquor whips his beast of a body
And all that he has drank
 Tries to wash him away

Leg over leg
I watch
His vision blurs,
The distant mountains and clouds begin to swirl,
The road ahead bends and buckles, 
His legs vanish beneath him
And he greets the floor with open arms

I watch
His heart rages
Trapped in a cage
The animal pushes and pulls aggressively
Painfully biting against his chest 
Until it finally becomes quiet
Still
Strangled by the smoke, grease and alcohol
Silencing all who witnessed their reign of terror
His body unmoving
Just inches from the finish line
Still
I watch 


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Chanel No5

Chanel No.5
-------------------


On the borderline of photos and time
We don't want to leave her now

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

Something in curves, a beautiful crime
She doesn't want to leave somehow

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

News-reel prints
and print-press presidents
Diamond boys
and silver screen compliments
A ten-thousand soldier stare,
and sexual laissez-faire
The every-woman's woman
of secret doors to nowhere

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

On the borderline of photos and time
She doesn't want to leave somehow

What did she wear when dead?

Why, Chanel No.5, of course...


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over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


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THE LAST STAND

THE LAST STAND

Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota, and the Sue.
Smothered beneath the white man blanket,
Chocking for a breath of airs life's sustaining oxygen.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled frozen,
In the middle of it's rhythmic thumping, no pulses echo,
Can be heard on the open plain.
The weeping women kneel on sacred ground, shedding
A river of bloods tears, burning a permanent scare across,
A baron landscape.
Death's black raven shields itself, under it's crimson soaked wing,
Against shames immoral injustice. 
Greed's unsatisfiable hunger for land and riches fuels lusts desire,
Behold exterminations nay holocaust of the native inhabitance,
  Nothing remains alive except ignorance blackened shadow.
How much blood can mother earth be forced to drink before,
She drowns herself or spits up everything undigested,
 With sheer disdain and hatreds malice intent.
On a black and white chess board the winners takes it all,
Strategies grand masters playing with living pawns.
Treaties written in vanishing ink, promises disappear in thin air,
 Revealing a liars sharpened tongue.
The odds have always been stacked against those believing in fairness.
A rogue tidal wave of humanity has wiped out a nation,
And it's culture within the blink of an eye.
Flights appendages are clipped on the dove of peace, leaving it
Unable to soar above it's own habitat.
Wreckage’s refugees stumble in the ruins after math,
Rapes victims of civilizations civilized,
Are left devoid of their heritages lineage and legacy.
Elders chieftains representatives of a great nation,
Smoke peace pipes in the white mans hunting lodge
In Washington.
As human beings are hauled like cattle's cargo,
Taken to reservations burial grounds. 
Ancient ancestors lit up the heaven's vast expanse,
 By torches flame,
To guide the souls of the dead unto their great spiritual
 Plain beyond.
The pale horse gallops forward without a rider,
And the red people become a phantom tribe vanishing
 Upon the winds shifting tides.
Giving one last final trible battle war cry, 
Why my father but the great spirit answers not.
Behold America's legacy, a world trampled beneath
It's heavy iron fist, all in the name of progress or for the cause
Of Manifest destiny.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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AT THE FINAL GOODBYE

The congregation
mingled within the silent
stone slabs of their
ancestors, a final goodbye
to yet another
destined to leave this place.
Yet to one, in this his
profound sorrow an
enchanting moment.
He craved!  With a soul
sensitive and true to
touch a living memory,
his lips again to caress
her symbolic smile.
His need to glance upon
her northern eyes of blue,
stroke her flowing
“Celtic Flame”
That, while strolling in lanes
of love rebelled against
the moorland breeze.
He desired to paint this
memory of that moment
the very first day they met,
bestow in this a silent tribute
to the emotions within
their secrets, those, no one
else could ever share!

copyright 2007
Harry J Horsman 2007


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Holding On, Or Throwing Away?

There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out,
But I kept gravitating to the things that were his.

His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette with 
a zipper.
Inside was his hand, writing the names of favorite teachers,
	And the dreams of the future you have when you are 13.
His father, an old world German who never shared himself,
	left ink blotches of emotion under his hand.

In another drawer, the fancy leather passport wallet complete with passport and 
photo.
	He was 16.
I don’t remember him talking about anything else with the same twinkle in his 
heart
	As he did about the 6 months he spent in Germany.

Here is a poem written to him on his 40th birthday,
	by his best friend in the world.
The gift made so much better because it was so unlike this IBM Executive
	to write personal poetry full of memories.

There was an untouched underwear drawer.
Belt buckles.
Cards of love and joy that I had given to him over many years.
A collection of Christmas wallets.
A yo-yo. Gift from a child with nothing else to give.
Old prescription glasses. Why do we keep those? Pocket knives, hankies.

A sweater and socks I knitted for him,
	Always said they were too good to wear.
		I store them still.

Every drawer I opened, every cupboard, every box stored away throughout the 
whole house had something of his tucked away within.
A stray bullet or black powder ball. A toothpick holder.
A cork screw. A flint, patches, pictures of his ‘49 Olds, a comb, a watch, pocket 
treasures.

~ Maybe if I go clean someplace safe like the fridge.
		And there was the bottle of Zeller Schwartz Katz wine 
bought for the coming Christmas season of entertaining.

This is foolishness,  hanging on.  
In spite of saving all this stuff
	the hole in me is still there. ...
		But I just could not throw him away.


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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.


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Raven Made Her Choice

                      
Perched upon his resting place, Raven made her call She planned to join her lover, using powder and a ball Gazing at the markers where the predeceased were laid She watched her namesake circle, and heard his woeful voice, Then mused the circumstances that took her partner’s life. Could sacrifice unite them? Is there an afterlife? And listening to the chilling call, Raven made her choice. For ~~A Rambling Poet~~ and the contest: Among The Dead by Ray Dillard


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Sweet child of mine

The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..

My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when 
These demons become awoken
The heartbreak
The despair
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Sleepless nights
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror

I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.. Glow for me
And for all of 
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:

I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through

Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..


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Message For my Teachers

When I will die
Burry me deep
Ten feet down ; fast 
asleep
Place my Math book on 
my chest
Tell my teachers that ; I 
am at rest
Place my Pakistan Studies 
book on my head
Tell my teachers that I'm 
dead
Tell them I was studying 
in the 
grave
Inform them I tried my 
best
But tell them not to cry
For they are ones who 
made me 
die


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Barry Cowsill leaving

 
      A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills 
      remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old.
      As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans 
      Barry Cowsill  the hidden artist yet well known .

      Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me ..
      "do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing ..
     "long ,beautiful Hair,  Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy " 
      his life and smile , his love , imagining  me for a while , yes ..in love.

     My Friend met his fate  passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation 
     Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen
     Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge , 
     The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry,  too great for Our World .
     Remembering the Jazz festival,  memories,  torn in my mind yet left behind ,

     Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?


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A Goodbye from All of Us

From that day to the next week, snow, rain and sleet -no sun.
Everything surrounding us is black,
Precious presents become precious past
Blurred cloudy water filling our vision
All together we grip, holding tight to memories taken,
Memories that have become dreams at night and haunt are days.
Were you ever here, my friend?
We whisper what could have been.


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Loves touch



I have been away
not in myself however
within my heart

death tracks across my
persona like a gigantic
storm with thunder
and lightening at the forefront

it takes on an almost human
form as it crushes against my
serenity trying to distroy my
sweet self

as my thoughts encumbered
ever pushing downward the
humanity which has been mine

there are lessons here to
be learned and bittersweet
medicine to injest with only
myself to forcibly swallow

one can never know when
and what to feel when the
reaper comes to call
it was not for me allthough
at times i wished it so 

the endless days and nights
have passed with little tolerance
afforded by this misery known as 
death

suddenly almost magically
a calming gentle token of
relief came forward and
administered by the hands 
of love for me alone to consume

i now know that we all
must feel and endure the
pain of emptiness and sorrow
for it is the human condition
that requires us  to but we
need not take this road alone

truly the days and nights
ahead will bring new life
and renew the happiness
where once deaths dwelling
place visited

there wil be moments assured
when the darkness will intrude
again and now having lived through
the pain i know the warmth of the
suns embrace

i will always try to look ahead
and remember only the love...







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Letter to Mother - If I die before I wake

~ Letter to Mother ~ If I die before I wake To my mother I would write I never understood why you were so cruel ~ or why you had an iron fist rule Why you beat me till black and blue ~ for something as simple as not tying my shoe Why you were always enraged ~ why interest in my life you never engaged Why did I get the worst of the abuse ~ when I was the best behaved and did as you told me to Why did you fight to win custody back ~ when maternal instincts you knew you lacked Your torment instilled in me ~ fear, depression, insecurities, and anxiety This is the reason my judgment was flawed ~ mother you should be appalled Even though it was horrific living through this ~ I love you and for your pain to be healed I always wished Even though my body will be gone ~ Even though you may morn My heart is no longer scorn ~ I thank you for being born My life resulted in the lives of more ~ Lives that I love and adore This is the greatest gift you have given me ~ I don’t want or ask for more... I'm FREE Lay


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Mysterious Forest

Many things appear lost and hidden
but a certain light gives them life.
Twilight gives everything an opaque 
glow making it appear solid like stone.
Many sounds, both imaginary and genuine,
ricochet around the darkness creating 
fear and a sense of being gone astray.
Forests are found on either side,
both black and dead; all the
trees deformed into eerie formations,
each one seems to strangle another.
The owl holes seem to possess jagged teeth,
like a wild animal beholds.
Suddenly, the only light is provided by
a whole and bright moon; a wolf howls
in the distance.
Twilight has gone, everything appears
dead, even the moon is surrounded by
a few spine-chilling clouds.
Everything has gone silent; something
appears to move; leaves rustle raising
one’s hair.
Without warning, everything has gone black,
like a great darkness has engulfed one’s soul.
Sadly this is not so for one has become part
of the surrounding land, both dead and living.


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Hope

Why did this day have to end?
I didn’t even ask for an extension 
Miracles died thirty years ago
Now I just watch the universe roll by
I know the lights always fade
I welcomed the dark
For the first time 
It felt like a blanket
Covering everything 
Everything…my world is small
Just bury me for a while
I know you are not here to stay
But still
Just keep me here in the dark
I dread the morning
Trying to make a what’s-the-difference
Hope is the last to die
Whose turn is it tonight?


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I Miss My Mama

I miss my Mama
She left me too soon
I still see her in dreams
And even then I wonder
"Mama, are you going to leave me again?"

Everything she was
Seems to live inside of me
Her love for words
And rain
And sweets
Her incredible kindness
Towards her students
And everyone who crossed her path
That ready smile
That won her the nickname,
"Sunshine"

I miss my Mama
It’s one of those days
When I wonder why
She had to suffer and die
A slow living death
Of many years
Blood stains and cuts
And immobility fears and reality
Brought on by that accursed disease:
Multiple Sclerosis

But Mama had strong faith
She'd sit up in bed and pray
When she could no longer kneel
And I knew...
As I passed by her room
She would be praying for me
And for my brothers
Each in turn

I miss my Mama
Tears fill my eyes
As I remember how I prayed
How I begged
How I tried to work a miracle
"In the name of Jesus.....be healed."
Nothing....
Silence from the heavens
Pain in my heart
Hearing her say,
"Lord, take my life."

And she died knowing
Her prayer was answered
She was set free
From her wheel chair ridden life
And now she sleeps

Yes, she sleeps
No thoughts
No dreams
No recollections
The sleep of the just
In the arms of Jesus
He has marked her resting place
And when He comes again
Angels will go wake her up
And she will rise
Perfect and whole
Beautiful and complete
Full of energy and life
Her smile no longer crooked
Her eyes no longer dim
Her voice no longer garbled
She will rise
She will sing praises
In her beautiful alto voice
She will hold me....again

Yes, I hope to be there
by HIS grace
I hope to squeeze her tight
And never let go
As I cry tears of joy 
That we’ve both been faithful

And we will rise
To meet the Lord in the air
And heaven will begin for us
He will take us to the place
Of no night
No tears
No pain
No death
No war
No illness
No rejection
No fear
No abuse
Heaven………HEAVEN!

I miss my Mama
But……..not for long!

"Even so, come Lord Jesus!"

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Ecclesiastes 9:10- Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.

I Thessalonians 4: 13 - 180 13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.


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Houses of Stone - Linn Grove Subdivision

Under the wrought iron arch and gateway
crawling with both wild and deep red creepers
complimented by evergreens.
The fall colors are splendid.

Most of the flowers are giving way 
to the chill, and the swans are graceful and content
with the breeding season now over

Walking slowly along the narrow drive,
spots of color scatter around the green grass.
What beautiful yards,
each house made of stone,
granite - marble - sandstone.
The foundation of the earth

Dark stone black, pink, white, gray, burnt umber, rose
beautiful houses inviting you closer,
please see my name.
I was here many years ago.
Cholera came to me and took my spirit away.
But I was pretty and young and full of joy.
For a little while.

Old stones to the early 1800's.
Stones with angels guarding a lamb
baby tears fall, in time giving the stone soft edges.

One from yesterday.

Come see me in my house. Mausoleum strong and tall. 
Handsome and successful.
Each as individual in death as their homes and places were in life. 

Over here, I fought for my country. Me and all my buddies here, 
laid out under each of these many white crosses.

Hello, don’t forget my free spirit ... riding high over the houses
touring where ever the wind wishes.
Swirling fine invisible ashes through the trees
sparkling in the late closing sun.

A town’s history. Natural, tragic, sickness, murder ... all here 
The history wraps around the casual visitor.
Keening out not to be forgotten.
Calling, we were important pioneers. 

The end of day sun setting on their windows
Aglow with the spirit of yesteryear.


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Does It Matter to You

One day you came to me
Does it matter to you if I come by to talk?
No, my friend, please come, we'll go for a walk
We shared ideas and we shared dreams
It was the best of times so it seemed

One day you came to me
Does it matter to you if I'm gay or straight?
No, my friend, be happy and celebrate!
I want you to be proud and stand tall
Just be true to yourself above it all

One day you came to me
Does it matter to you that I'm ill?
No, my friend, I'll stay with you still
I prayed to God for His goodwill
Bless him; give him strength to climb over this hill 

One day you came to me
Does it matter to you that I'm now dying?
No, my friend, if you don't mind if I stay with you crying?
Death will never break our bond apart
I love you, you'll always be in my heart.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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Trying to understand

The straw making the base of the basket stayed there.

She bent to pick up the heavier of the stones 
put them in her pockets 
and began to bruise the tops of her thighs. 

She was so angry that her plan had failed;
beating herself harder now
with her free hand until tears came
as they always did. 

Later
smiling 
against the chill of evening 
she laid out her now washed beautiful stones.

Around the place mummy is.

That night 
under fluorescent plastic stars
she remembered her Dad's smile
before he had pulled her door to.

As the whispers of sleep nudged her
she forgot 
just a bit more easily 
how dark and cold it had been.


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A Bullet and Justice

Scattered blood drops have scrawled
A modern picture on the toilet walls.
Her virginity and life bird have been
Smothered in the beastly clutches.

''Charm of that dimple smile,
O daughter, no drug can tranquilize me.’’
As the pyre burns on,
A gloomy father leans on the broken dreams.

Innocent justice gets
Brutally raped in court.
A lawyer’s tongue wrenches the head
Of justice to acquit that human shape.

The father in dismay fires at that cruel chest,
And evil blood flows into death.
Shackles lock his wrists, but
Justice sits on the bullet as on a throne.

FABIYAS M V


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Her Square of Fear

A hypnotist
softly speaks.

Heavy eyes lids,
Butterflies behind her eyes,
Slow heart beats,
Soft breaths,
Memories…

She was in a Riot.
It seemed to be intense.
A Revolution has started,
And everything was a mess.
In The streets of Egypt,
The Smell of tear gas 
Was suffocating,
Tears were shed,
Eyes were blurred.
She found herself at last 
In Tahrir square,
Full of anger,
Full of fear,
And death was everywhere.
She now remembers why
She has been afraid to leave the house
For more than a whole month.
She has been afraid to watch the news,
Or even the political shows.
She remembered how many people lost their eyes,
And how loud she heard their cries.
She suddenly screamed,
and was wide awake.

A hypnotist 
A silent room
Reality…

Submitted to (Picking up the Broken Pieces) Contest
27/10/2012





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The Power in Perspective

at your own burial
maybe there will be tears
but maybe what is living in those tears
are galaxies of stars
moons and space and the always present
truth 
that we can never grasp
what is so eternally bigger than ourselves
that it breaks our hearts to love
and that time is created 
yet somehow exists, entirely on it's own
we will cry at the small shape of our lives
that we could only mold if we realized that it was putty
we are infinitely big
and we are infinitely small
we must look from one
with hopes for the other


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She went up to heaven holding the angels hands

She went up to heaven, holding the angel’s hand

My great grandma Hajia
Died and went to heaven
She is watching over me
With the weariness of 
A mother hen watching
Her newly hatched chicks
She likes it up there
She is having fun
With all the people there
She misses the people she
Left behind that day
In the room
The angels took away
Something I treasure so much
We miss her
I miss her
I will always love her
She went up to heaven
Holding the angels hands.


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The sweetness

There’s some honey, so you can take they said
There’s some sugar, you might enjoy they say
But then you might not enjoy it by the end.

Within the sweetness of the word,
 There’s the sweetness of the soul
But the bittersweet taste in this mouth isn’t a foul
Cause this taste they said I might enjoy then, I certainly don’t do now.

There’s the sweetness that rests upon this body,
The sweetness streaming by the currents,
Swirling and twisting in miraculous ways,
Just cascading into another future

But then while forming now the present to the future.
This transformation brings great changes with it,
And now changing the way the dandelion dances with the wind
Creates a mess, a honed mess
But now the dandelion is dying.

Who would take care of the dandelion?
The now sweet dandelion,
That has discovered that ain't it all be sweetness,
Now the dandelion dances with the wind, evades that much sweetness and delights in the sun.

Anna~


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Whispering

  
   On the cusp of leaving,
   Earthly body never more to be.
   With no wings, 
   He's taking a ride above the
   clouds ,
   Only angels to lift him up
   Set him safely in heaven,
   Where pain will not touch 
   him again.
   At the side of of our Lord
   Peace will be in his name.
   Earthly strife all gone.
   The angels are calling ,
   Whispering his name.

  Anne Rutherford
  For my husband
  He left us Nov 17th.


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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


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The final tune, of the tick tock clock

If I had just one day to live
24 hours to feel complete
Would I race across the castle of my dreams
Hunted by the echo of the tick tock clock
Dreading the moment that fateful tune came to a halt
Chasing down runaway thoughts
Frantically piecing together broken promises
All while fearing the silence, the end of the tick, tock;


Rather
I would gaze up at the steps of this sky high castle
This floating montage of my life
And lounge upon the first step,
Resigned to enjoy these fated moments
Without fear or regret,
Resigned to enjoy this melody with those I love
This farewell tune played to me by the tick tock clock.


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THE DUMBEST, SMART MAN

The dumbest, smart man
Has bent his last bow
Common sense he was lackin’
But, intelligent, no doubt

His I.Q. was genius
Human nature was low
So much still to learn
But, for him, time to go

He tought me mechanics,
Math, history, and how to fight
Now his fighting days are over
He went on wading to the light

So, I have a prayer
Dear God, it is for you
Please look after my Daddy
As I wish I could do

And thank you for the time
Well spent by his side
I will never forget
The way he lived with pride

-Miranda Lambert-
4/8/2011


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Enslaved By Darkened Feminine Race

Enslaved by dominance and shackles,

Submissively obedient in silence,

Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,

Man kneels and then bows,

Yielding to remain in servitude,

Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.


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'my nightmare'



I walked around for hours
hoping it was a dream 
that my life will go back to normal 
as soon as I open my eyes

I could feel them looking at me
with pity on their faces

damn don't they know I don't need it 
it is just a dream 
can't they see the smog?

Vision so hazy it can only be a dream 

the maze just has no ending 
I need to get away 
away from all the shadows 
away from yesterday 

what is that thing about
if you wish hard enough 
it will come true 

I wonder if I wish to start things over
will she still be next to me?

I still see her face
all cut up 
guess it's not a dream 
I can see it all so clear

damn I wish I took her with the car 
that day 
instead of her going by train

please God, please 
can we go back? 
can we go back to yesterday? 

When her laughter made me laugh 
when her touch made me feel all warm inside
with just a simple touch I knew that I was home

damn I wish this was a dream 
that she could walk through our front door.. 

Our house no longer a home 
just an empty space 
her footsteps has gone quiet 

they say it will get easier
when,  please tell me when?

this aching need to have her close by - 

 will be a distant dream

I’m tired, 
so very tired
of putting up a brave face 
when I know she's watching me 
just crumbling away

damn I wish this was a dream 
and she would wake me up 

with the words - 

"Honey, 
 I brought you, your morning cuppa"


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*I initially wrote this from a guy's
perspective for a contest which required 
us to use a pseudonym :)* 

Written by Wilma Neels


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Keeping The Watch

 
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Somewhere, there is a walled garden behind an iron gate, down at the end of a lonely road where many stones lie, side by side, etched deep with heartache, pain and years sharing the earth with dried-up tears ~ Where whimpering trees, brown grass, and weeds are thirsty in the breeze for recognition ~ Motes of dust glitter in sunlight fluttering between the falling leaves, reminding no one, of those who rest here ~ Where dust to dust ashes to ashes are old words carried away by the winds of time ~ Long are the old memories sleeping here, covered by moss and wet rusty leaves Shadowed by movements of each dwindling year ~ Yet, keeping a vigil, is the carving of stone Praying, and watching so they won’t be alone One exquisite statue…with quietude’s love Wings of an angel, that hovers above A carved granite angel silently gazing Like a mother, who watches over children who sleep She’s biding to comfort gray shadows that weep Empty eyes staring, forever she keeps
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To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


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Drowned In An Empty Ocean

                          ~The Empty Ocean~

She drowned in an empty ocean because she wasn't prepared 
to reveal the truth about some events that occurred during those
very sad moments of truth,her brother that she hadn't seen for
30 years, just disappeared in three weeks, ceaseless,died alone.

She drowned in an empty ocean to carry her emotional feelings 
after attending a mass given in his name,a name,no,its her flesh
and blood,she will miss him,his picture is printed in her heart.

Searching for forgiveness as she felt angry,maybe her mourning
was so intense she would have expected someone to come and hold
her,or even hold her hand,she was in such deep pain wanting a
shoulder to lay her head on,sharing,even a look would have been 
enough for her that day,she lost him forever,the moment of truth
was announced in church, he is dead.

Drowning in an empty ocean was only to allow herself find some
peace on her own,she was determined to understand what 
happened to the human race?don't they know how to respect 
the dead?don't they know how to whisper instead of speaking 
so loud,don't they feel how sadness surrounds the family.

His son projected pictures on the wall taken when he was alive with 
all of them,he wanted his guests to meet his father, a grandfather 
to his kids, a brother, a wonderful husband to his mum,he tried so 
many times to tell them,look up this is me & my brother with 
my dad, come to know him. 
Yes, they looked for a fraction of a second and grabbed the food in 
there plates and kept eating the whole evening.

Children running around as if in a playground,mothers and fathers 
were starting to crack jokes and laughing as if they were in a comedy 
theater instead of respecting the dead or the real mourners,a voice 
was heard,my head is spinning my ears cant take it anymore,I am 
dead but my image is alive,hug my son instead,wipe his tears away,
allow him to feel the sincerity in your presence,help him to feel the 
real love, as now he is on his own,I am gone.

Suddenly,its so peaceful,she heard the echo of her tears dripping quicker
faster and faster as they wanted to fill the ocean to save her instantly, 
her feet felt wet,she moved saw a silhouette of a fish breathing again 
her thoughts thought,the unconditional giving to rescue her,came from 
her own tears.She needed to rest and wish the last goodbye to her brother.Separation hurts.His memory will live.


Written: By Therese Bacha.
14/5/2013 Contest for PD. Surprise Me With A Poem I Haven't Read.


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In control

Path of trod packed gray snow
berries on trees around its edges grow.

Fine drawn tails of branches bared
bud less 
against a sky that covers sun and high clouds;
over this place lost in time.

Shrill yet sweet bird song adding to my sense 
that certain things are best not experienced alone.

Mind elsewhere I slip
my boot twisting down and under an exposed root
leaving me half sitting and cursing.

Having done its work
in delivering thoughts of you 
it frees my foot.

As I cross Lovers bridge over the rushes
with my newly acquired hobble
I find myself playing with a thought ..

is it better to believe I am strong
than to try to love? 



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Bleeding Rose

red streaks run along the
edges of the white petals
like the ones that run down her arms 
trickling slowly down the stem
and to the floor 
like the tears she sheds every
second of the day

the red stains upon the
leaves unwashed 
the red stains upon her fingers
untouched
red stained carpet and
red stained cloths

a jacket worn at all times
a black jacket covering the scars
red puddles left behind
and a bleeding rose


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Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


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the color of october

it's October
the air around her is cool
like her thoughts these days
she looks at the branches, twisted
much like her mind
they are reaching upward
but she is grounded
forever in time
 
she heard the clatter of branches
smacking against walls
and the crash of metal
screeching brakes
screams of pain
and then nothing
but silence falls
 
she  runs to the window
sees the audience
stare at her
then through her
riches to rags
gold to nothing
her fame is gone
 
the trees below are turning
from gold to red
the leaves tossed about
in a slight wind
they spin
so graceful as in dance
a slow spiral down
and she longs to join in
 
she reaches towards them
tastes the cool air
as she falls down
grounded with the leaves
 
the pavement turns red
as silence falls
in October's air
 
 
 
 

The suicide of Dorothy Hale
October 21, 1938
(painting by Frida Kahlo)


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Goodbye My Friend

Sometimes you must take a second look.
What you might've seen may have been written in a book.
The memories, the truths.
The starlight, the booth.
We took pictures of that day.
That day we were okay.
But today is anew.
Everything we've been through.
Thrown away like a wrapper.
Blown up like a sapper.
Every thing you've said a lie.
The lies flown into my very own eye.
One day I will, we will all die.
Don't cry.
Flourish the past.
Embrace the future.
The world keeps turning.
The sun keeps burning.
Whether you're there or not.
Look at what you've got.
Money is just a virtue.
That you should've knew.
What do you have when the world keeps turning?
What do you know when the sun keeps burning?
All gone. All gone.
Have you enjoyed your life?
Did you apologize to your wife?
Did you say I love you to your kids?
I mean god forbid.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
My friend goodbye.
It's been a nice trip.
I'm sorry you had to slip...Away..



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DEPARTURES

I never overcame your departure brothers
since then
my feet walk crippled
the kidney only filters half of the residues
my heart partially collapsed
and beats insufficiently
the gastric juice became acid
and corrodes the sweetness of dreams
the bronchial airways are carbonized
and emit a roaring echo
the neurons lost
innumerable synapses
when dying necrotic
but here I am with my soul
regenerating light
so that the guide with the candle
calms my rumble of jungle


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Undas 2012 -- Day of the Dead

There I was, for the second night, visiting you.
It’s that time of the year again
where graves don’t seem so lonely,
all lit up
with flames, flowers and faces 
I find it so beautiful, Undas...

We all might be contained
within our own circles, 
but thoughts and feelings are somehow linked—
similar in remembrance
of what was lost, of what is loved.

This time always reminds me of regret.
Oh yes, my sighs are so pregnant with them,
giving birth to a nursery full of wailing cry babies.

Death.  
Of someone, of something. Of anything.
How final it seems. 
So much lost, so much taken.

Then the operative word, “seems”, jumps out at me.

I am reminded of grass razed by fire,
seemingly dead—hopeless.
Brown, dried, burnt.
Some might leave it be and move on with their lives.
But some
might dig beneath the dirt, dust it off,
then they might find hope.
The roots are still there, alive.

A second chance to make things right.
To nurture it better this time around.

Maybe, this is why I cling so hard to the thought 
of an afterlife.
Why so many people do.
I don’t want to think of death as The End.

You’ve graced my life, our lives with so much
and I still catch myself seeing you in other people.
In this manner, you are still very much alive.

This is also why I kiss the day that you were born.

You were given to us, albeit for a short while
but you are still here in some other ways,
and I am thankful for that.

I light one of your candles, whisper my prayers,
and something touches past my right hand.
(Ah, I’ve always felt that certain emptiness with that hand.)
I see what it is, and it embraces my heart.
It is small yet so profound for me.
A white butterfly. 
Choosing that moment 
to flutter past me, touching me in that darkness.

It lands on one of the leaves of your floral arrangement
and stays there with me.




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** For my brother, & to all my loved ones who have gone on. I also want to dedicate this to all who have lost their loved ones, either recently or long ago—the void will always be there, but the memories & love that they have given us will never be forgotten in our hearts.

Undas is a yearly tradition here, where most Filipinos flock to the cemeteries to visit their dead. Ok, I will not rule out that some go there not exactly to visit the dead but to join in the hmm, festivities (if walking through cemeteries is your thing), being with friends, eating, since of course there are lots of food stalls present during this time.


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Last Good-Bye

This is where you opened my naked soul
The dark cold river in within the dead eyed fish
The black swans eying the lonely moon
You rise like a spear clutching a gun... my gun
The gun that burned stoned woods with the heat of my love
The gun that opened the skies and rained it with agony
Agony of a lonesome lover trying to kill the devil within him
Trying to escape the foggy grounds and blooded graves
You walked towards me with soft nude footsteps
My heart doth tumble to the sound of an angel breath
Striking my blind eyes with the sun of your golden heart
The heart that turned stony coffins to gold and black hearts to spring lullabies
You halt and search for air as your eyes turn lavish red
Your lungs feel like stone and rigid rocks but no river there to water the pain
You bend towards me and tears crash on me like hailing grenades
I shout out your name and tell you I'm here...
But I am trapped in the lonesome grounds of the dead Gods
You look at me and strike a smile then cry
You hold up the gun while saying the last good-bye:
"We once were one and now you left me
Left me alone in the dark even when you promised that you won’t
You left a broken soul that no mending can it receive 
But you are mine and we are entwined
As I'll crash in the bed of roses over your grave
And fill the earth with my blood...
The blood of your love I will spill it to the ground
The blood that will ingrain trees of love birds
The blood that will tell the dead who we are
The blood that will teach Romeo and Juliet what is love..."
… Bang... I hear the sound of death...
I hear you are lying next to me once again 
... But now forever.


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Hard Times

Today is not a very good day.There has been a lot
of things that have happened in the past few years.
We have had tragedies and troubles.It has been very
hard on all of us.All of us are blaming each other for
what is happening.I know we all have different ways of
coping with things and we don't always do well trying.
I do know that I have caused a lot of stress around
here but I am not the only one.I'm just trying to do my
best to make the right choices and deal with one thing
at a time.I have had my share of trying to do the right
thing and it has been no walk in the park let me tell you.
Anyhow,I am tired.I can't keep going like this any more.
You can call me a coward or whatever you want because
you have a right to your opinion.This is the way that I
want to deal with it.I'm sorry to each of you that feel like 
I did them wrong because I sure didn't do it on purpose.
I only did what I thought was right.I don't know what it's
like in the after life but I hope it's peaceful.I love you all
very much and I really hope you believe that.It is none 
of your faults.Please be strong for each other after I am
gone.I know that you will all be ok.I will be watching over
you everyday.GOODBYE.



                                                  COLLEEN MARIE BONO


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Beautiful Curse

As the world continues,
the stories continue to unfold,
my heart breaks,
though I find peace within.
As another unknown soul comes to an end,
an unnoticed tragedy occurs,
while the rest of the world moves on,
tears take control.
It's a beautiful curse,
empathy for the unknown,
tears falling because no one else will.
It seems if a heart beat ends,
another person becomes a victim,
the youngest to the oldest
are mourned for inside.
Though none of it makes sense,
and unnecessary tears can be a curse,
ultimately it's a beauty I've learned to hide,
it's a secret,
a beautiful curse that can not be denied.


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The Blind Man

A man of words he was, and words he was alone.
For not only did the prison of his own mind so masterfully contain him,
It did so effortlessly.

Where was this cage?
Succumbed to an open room was all he faced,
The impossibility of escaping being the true keeper of the nonexistent key.

This man, he sat,
Sat in the shadows of what he thought he knew,
Thinking on and on but to no avail.

And watchers shouted to him, they called out from only a short distance,
But alas, to him they were in a realm that he had no intentions to see.
Time grew weary and they ceased their calling.

His cloud of solitude, of the voices of negativity that only he could hear,
Joyously devoured the life that could have been,
Yet chose to waste away.


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Overheard - A Heavenly Conversation - Part 2

Well, Father, he is a bit like ; Like Thomas, Yet he’s not even sure of his Doubt
For more than once, he’s called us out, but in his rage, the benefit of his Doubt
His Heart longs to know, how long SHE will Glow, if he must walk the road “Below”
To his Eternal World of Pain, hate, Sorrow, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow; he will go
His Heart is here, with US, his LOVE is True and Just , the doubt in his Heart, shall Die
His LOVE is real, for still he calls to YOU , Through ME His LOVE Eternal his Wife LENORE
                      Lives with us, She too is Lonely for his LOVE

                                        To be Continued


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Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee


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My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless


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The Ringleader

Ladies and gentleman
Come in come all, take a seat
Relax take a load off 
And enjoy the show
Be happy, be merry for you all are
The guests, my guests
The audience to the greatest show on earth
We have a mystical show for you all tonight
Dazzling lights will send your mind in a scurry for reality
Freaks that will frighten your soul, but I dare you to look away
Exotic animals that are bred to entertain even the closest of minded
Why am I wearing this mask? You might be asking yourself
Are you feeling a little dizzy? Are your eyes a little watery?
It’s called mustard gas, used in World War 1
And you all are breathing it in, oh this truly is the greatest of all shows
Go ahead and run, you have no place to go. 
And for your final performance, I will rise to the rafters 
And watch you all die
I am your ringleader, goodnight!


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The Empty Kleenex Box

I reach for another Kleenex.
The box sits empty on the shelf.
Have I really cried that many tears?
Has my life turned into a sad tale?
Have all the tissues floated down a river of lonely tears?

The time for crying has ended.
I will lift myself.
Poke out my head.
Had not the sun continued to shine in my absence?
My friends cried with me for a while.
A few of the tissues where crumpled in their hands.
Still I was not to be consoled.
What choice did they have but to leave?
In fact I was so sad I barely knew they were there.

So now I rise.
Lift my eyes to the sky.
Let a gentle breeze dry my face.
Smile with thanks for a new day.
For in the end
a river of tears and tissues is enough.

The Empty Kleenex box contest 
Sponsored by Craig Cornish

Still some entry spots left, join in the fun/sadness.



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Dearest Child

Save a rose for your mother, dearest child
of mine; save one for me when I too die.
Know not a day can possibly go by
Without a thought of her: sweet and unbridled.
She’s forever free now, dearest child
of mine; you will be free when I too die.

Think on our love, ‘tis thine, from she and I,
Who bore your life for you, our dearest child.
You are the hope of your parents’ short lives;
You no longer need us, so: achieve, achieve!
Stand for yourself, live with your own two feet,
Explore, travel, learn, be someone who thrives,
Find the joy of life, it'll always be there, so: believe, believe!


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Reason for Easter Celebration Footles

Man lost
Paid cost

Great Love
Above

On cross
Such loss

Easter
Feaster

Reason
Season

Prison
Risen

He rose
We chose

Sinner 
Winner

Seven
Heaven


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A Dual With The Raven

STAND At the spiraling raven hour, At the twilight brink of being. A last dual, she bids. Assured and slender as the moment, The clutch of time in her callous grip. Afore her, primordial souls boil and rise, in the fog of forgetting, in the void of vanquished knowing. GAZE Into her sapphire pools of temptation, Into the sibylline face of fatality. Cumulous ruminations dispirit the sky, Shiver redemption's luminescence. FIRE Into the nebulous of night, Into the abyss of life's becoming. In mortality's slipping seconds, A silent burning breath... OUT-DRAWN * By Scott Ree * For Constance ~ A Rambling Poet's "Among The Dead" members contest


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A Father In Love

PART I
The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,
The new out born fruit of a long spend love,
Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,
Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till the last breath.
Her thumb in her mouth, blowing, saliva flowing all over,
Her tiny grassy hairs and a sensational smile!
His mind throbbing with a pleasant paternal pain,
Oh, the enduring love! 

He curls her onto his lips, the roses of affection,
Fell on her bright cheeks and a spurt of emotions,
Through his blood, that glowed the heavens between
And his two round globes filled by a sea of passion.

“Come to me, my baby, my love, my little daughter….   
  My sweet little doll, 
  I will love you till my death…
  And I will carve a heavenly doll,
  For you to sleep with….My angel…”

The man thus became a father and a true paternal love
Flew through his heart, into the unknown worlds.
                              PART II
The enthusiasm of the youth, and desire for the taste of love,
Her tiny grassy hairs grown long,
The soft fabulous filaments of keratin hanging by her curves,
The dream of a girl, for a handsome prince haunting her nights,
And eventually flourishing into a full blossom shiny daffodil,
Her lips wet, her legs crossed, her red cheeks burning
And the sweats flowing through the blankets.
 Oh, the youthful pleasure! 

The ghostly love takes her into the world of souls
From there the memories of her father,
Pulling her back, into the past world.
The affection fought heavily with the gods, but, only in vain.
And the gods decided to keep in their beds, the beauty of hers.

Unknown of these realities, he opens the door
And finds his love fallen prey to the love of an unknown.
All his dreams to carve her a heavenly doll to sleep,
Perished only in the mightiest darks of the underworlds.
The life in his soul had gone and the bird shall sing no more…

  “Not yet, my love, not yet ….
    I haven’t died …my love ….I haven’t”
 
He fells on his knees and takes her into his arms,
Her head hanging down by his flexed elbow,
Her breast pressing hardly into his heart,
His face bends, lips on her forehead,
And his teethes hurting her pale feathery skin,
Tears of unfinished love dribbling from his spheres, her face wet,
He cries loud with no breath in-between.
                                THE END©Anees Rahman


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The Lion's Tale

Hear the Lion roar above the rapids

Hear that Lion roar;

But what if this Lion would roar no more?

And nothing was left for him to roar for.

His home is gone; His land been taken; His children ran; His life forsaken;

And though the Lion may roar above the rapids; That will be the last we’ll see

For if you can not be happy then why bother being free?


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Whistle

Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.


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Mind Bender

I try to bend my mind around a straight line.
Pondering the lies imbedded in yesterdays truths.
False prophets, masquerading on wisdoms mountain.
"come taste our wares"
I become intoxicated on prides pie.
Tasting success's exstinction.
Lives forsaken,
sacrificed on alters of progress.
Beads of glass breaking in upturned palms
whispers from the fallen,
not allowed to cry out.
The language of their ancestors,
silenced, 
erased.
What's left?
Is there any trace?

Oil drips along insanities highway.
Multitudes traveling gleefully in the passing lane,
destination... nowhere fast.
munching on fastfood promises
Heading towards a toothpick bridge,
trusting facades of solidity.
Smiling plastic smiles.
Turning the radio dial,
tuned to stations extolling self pride.
God complex.
"All things are possible if I believe in me!"
Living the dream,
suspended within stupidity.
Unable to bend twisted minds.
Failing to seek the straight and narrow path.
The end of us,
no muss, no fuss.
Time stands still.
Momentary pause.
The earth waits, 
catches it's breath.
Abrahams Father, 
presses restart...



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What Easter Means to Me

There he stood, the Son of God and man His looks was average; like ordinary men Messiah in our presence! Yet, so few believed In spite of amazing miracles none of which had been seen before I tried to move a bit closer; away from the throng Was allowed no entry within the Governor’s gates Yet, I could see through the tall, marble columns He stood still; silent and regal just as a king The enemy smirked as he hung amongst the crowd; and thought he had won Predictably, pride once more would preempt his game My Lord in humility remained, though sadness and pain reflected in his eyes All alone, he faced accusing tongues and yet, he gave no response Dead silence hovered within the Prefect’s tall gates as he queried ‘Are you King of the Jews?’ My Lord replied, ‘It is as you say.’ Caiaphas and others, ruled by ego, it seemed, became bitterly enraged! Deadly pride indwelled; self assured, none thought to pray for discernment He was beaten and mocked; he was boldly spat upon The one who cleanse the lepers, and revived some long dead Not in secret were these miracles performed; but in the presence of multitudes Some with eyes could not see, and the darkness cast shadows of deeper doubt He was crowned with thorns; a mockery; made to bear the massive cross And as he passed before me, silent tears flooded my eyes What am I that he should suffer bitter humiliation and death on my account? I was on the road to Hell and Eternal Love has come to rescue me! As he hung upon that wooden cross, captivated by numbness, was I He cried, ‘It is finished!’ Then death lost its hold- the veil, forever torn! In the deepest level of Hades, the enemy cowered as he hides For again he has failed.. Purest Love has overcome ultimate hate ~*~
For Gwendolyn's "What Easter Means to Me" Contest 3/26/11


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Alone-Reverse

She was left alone
After the accident
In the darkness

And strangers cried..
Their secrets were whispered
As she listened
Through hollow walls

The memories came crashing
And invading her dreams
Haunting all tomorrows

Forever..



Reverse Poem Contest 8-12-2013


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'I felt it too'


I sometimes still picture you Laying there Not saying a word Just staring at me You said so much in that few minutes Not sure if you ever realised it You said things with your eyes We were both, Too scared to admit Neither of us uttered a word - Just the understanding of a love shared There is only one thing I would like to add to that night Just the words “Yep I feel it too” The chemistry The love Uncomplicated And yet it meant the world Our alone time will always be treasured, I know you're still with me Just not physically But I do feel your presence In the music The weird things and times That reminds me of you… Our time was short together, But we had the best of times Without a label being attached I still want you to know “Yep I felt it too”
Written by Wilma N. Neels Dedicated to a dear friend that passed away on my birthday on 25 December 2006 060920111445


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Whisper's

                                      WHISPER’S

April rain fell like whispers on grass,
Soft and light like a half felt apology.
Dark clouds wafted overhead in shamed silence.
Distressed by a cold winter’s return. 
Daffodils wept and bowed in fading despair,
My Father’s favourite plant was slipping away. 
As my Father had done and now my Mother too
Lost to a world of cold whispers and sorrow. 

Dead flowers I had placed on their grave so light
Were fading like a memory, a star un-bright.

Still the rain whispered but failed to cleanse,
The grit of sorrow that inhabits my heart.


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The Silent Chorus of Asia's Missing Daughters

The mourning sun struggled to shine
over the good earth
longing for uprooted seeds,
O-Lan’s second bamboo shoot
harvested far too soon.
The eighth page of 
my American newspaper
casually mentions
Sixty Million
Missing,
as is our rage.
Silent choruses
of Asia's daughters 
during this thirty-year long
monsoon of tears
cry out in unison:
Was gender our only crime, 
or was it the cruelty of order?
(to form an even 
more perfect union,
one child-no second chance,
second child-no first chance.)
Inhuman actuaries 
compute the 
fair market value of
rare Punjabi jewels as
the opportunity cost 
of their ultimate dowries,
while surplus men pine.
O blind new world
proud of its 
amniotic intelligence,
so unaware of the 
consequences of
unnatural selection,
last night I dreamt
Heaven’s narrow gates
welcoming millions 
scarcely born,
its vast expanse 
unable to contain 
our aggregate guilt, 
the billions of us who 
remain.


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An island of Pandemonium

Beyond the leggy palm trees you can hear them calling out 
Through the diffused light and thin curtains called home- 
Are a people in need 
Brought to there knees with infelicitous faces-
Filled with confusion and doubt 

Broken hearts in broken places, loss of life-
In an atmosphere of raw humanity 
Through there dusty desperate lives they plea for substantial means 
Tested beyond their capacity resting in squalid conditions-
Praying into their Christianity 

No mortal man of compassion could stand by
And be witness such devastation 
Sparse medical means in a land crumbling from the inside
Many impoverished brave men waited by the loud white gates 
For a voice a glimmer or hope from their leader guru 

 
To the victims the questions remains why?
Everywhere in every corner tears pooled into hands 
Contentious people begging for water and pointing to their bodies 
I was brought out to the edge of my chair from what I viewed 
An act of God has taken some many lives and left me in a state of stupor 
I said a prayer for the people of Haiti




  
 


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Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


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THE HAUNTING

Entombed behind isolation walled
 Prison,
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
 Covenant.
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
 Tormentor.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
 Captivity.
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
 Aftershock.
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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A Poem for Bloodshed

How sad is the day
when we celebrate the death of a man?
Good or evil, 
is justice so blind that it lets us know
wrong from right? 
You kill a man
but not an idea.
You celebrate a death,
you create more enemies.
Is there any justice done in killing
regardless of the actions?
Tell me how blood washed away blood?

A.N: this is a rough in the making.


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She Hates Me...A Tragedy...

Ignore me...Why?
  "You’re a LOSER thats why!"
You Hate me, What did I do?
  "Why else, you are you!"
What is that supposed to mean
  "Figure it out, you’ll never win,"
I said I was sorry, What more do you want?
  "You ARE sorry, Pathetic, a Dork and a runt."
Is there anything I could do to change your mind?
  "I want you leave, what are you blind?"

Fine then I’ll go, but I want you to know,
I’m sorry for the things that I’ve said and I’ve done,
I’m sorry for the feelings, the love I didn’t show...

And the boy turned away, down the track where they run,
And ended his life...with the shot of a gun.

And when the girl heard, she uttered not a word,


For to miss him, to care,  or feel sorrow, well, that would be absurd...


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The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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A Modern Confession for a Dying Beggar

Die and crave-
Make me not hear your story,
Though I like to see you gaze
By the end of the day.
Tremble when you see me
As though I were a chill
Perhaps I am the soft care-
Taker of your bones.
Should I remember traces
Engraved by your moans,
I shall endorse those bywords
Equating you with me
You think I have to treat you
Indeed, I loathe your mother
I’d rather you were unseen
So that I shed you no tear.
Your father stole my fresh air
And so do you from me now;
Unless you give up breathing
My true blood will be bother’d.
O, please, forgive my true words-
They planned to vex your ego
They gather’d all my reasons
To help you rest in peace.
But, though you shall be tasting
The acrid sweat of my ease,
At least, allow my goodness
To sweat for all old beggars.


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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


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Her Heart Is The Sea

Her eyes never leave
the moonlit horizon.
She will wait
an eternity, if she must.
She paces
as the tides
crash forth, then recede
back to the ocean.

Only memories
return here.
The ship departing
from the docks,
the sun sparkling
on the water,
a pair of dolphins
jumping
through the surface.
They had seen it
while in each other's arms.
Yet, now they
are distant
memories.

The sky turned ominous,
dark waters
engulfed the ship.
Everything went dark,
they lost sight
of each other
beneath the churning waves.
Her lungs
filled with salt water
as she desperately
gasped for air,
for life.

She drowned
the same day he did.
Her soul
washed ashore
along with her
cold, lifeless body.

She remains
here,
haunting the coast.
Her feet leave
no imprints
in the sand.
She moves
with the wind,
drifts upon it, 
like sea-foam
atop the waves.
The dark water
flows
through her
transparent form.

Her spirit's heart glows,
shining outward
like a lighthouse beacon
showing him the way
back
to her arms.
She is waiting
for him
to rejoin her.
He will return
just as she has.








Written by: Kelly Deschler    October, 10th, 2013  

nette onclaud's contest - "Take Two"
---------------------------------------------------------------
This was originally written for Poetess Darkly's contest - 
"Heart Of The Sea"


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Good Morning Doctor Death

Waking up five in the morning,
and looking the dawn's sun rise,
to start the day with a yawn and strech.
Smell the morning dew,
as you go and retrive the morning newspaper,
filled with tablots of lives more intresting than yours.

You wave to your hand to your neighbor,
who you don't like, still you say, "hi"
Why?
It's just the nature of the human being.
You turn and go inside,
you feel some pain on your leftside.
All those milkshakes and hamburgers
caught up to you.
What do you do?
Not much, you can do now,
You fall to the ground, clenching your chest;
you call out for help, but no one comes.
You see your neightbor, but he doesn't mind.
See he hated you as well, like you hated him,
and he is glad to see you fall to your
knees and beg for Mercy.

Oh no! here he comes,
Doctor Death, no not Jack Kavorkian,
No! the big cheese,
the Creature that prays on black souls,
just like yours.
Doctor Death come on down! Come and clam your prize!
Good morning Doctor Death! I'm ready,
Are you?


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On Dirtied Pavement.

On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,
wait to sear his wounds and retell his life
in putrefied requiem.

Abashed metropolis
echoing of muted voices once adorning the streets
in practiced synthetic ritual, 
the vile awash and seeping through asphalt cracks,
the scent of rot, old and new, smattered on old brick edifices 
silences the ascending smoke plumes 
belched from and within dirtied concrete towers,
the final endeavor from within a dying mans spirit
reaching out to no one

City’s voice wails from the antechamber in darkness
anxieties fracturing the panes amongst the downtown fire
of urban panic
lucidity congealing away within him, kept only in the moment
by metronome dripped medicine
exposing him to his damp streets, dirtied culverts, sewer ditches
chemically induced and maintained.
Fighting for his identity within this sterilized chaos,
whispering for the few of open mind somewhere below the window sill,
quicky stepping onward, over his newsprint life,
calling out one last time

There he lays in cold white sterility,
calling silently to his windows,  both opened and locked,
watching his stories catch and fade in the dull humid streetlight
wisped away on steam grate stale winds,
the dying soul, eyes closed, his aged lined face
muddied, scraped, and walked over,
through the grime of progression left on sullied pavement.


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Ice Rains

Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.

Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads. 
The drips spire down the icicles,

coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze 
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.

Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.


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Gene, Gene, the Singing Machine

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---


You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks 
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.  


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Softly Leaving

July 6, 2010


Softly Leaving


I’ll be happy remembering the good old days
Where moments with childhood friends once reigned
While some still here, some already gone to their final destiny
It is with great affection to see old pictures kept atop the attic

Maybe a stroll on seashore to get a deep gulp of air
Or a thin fog to finely spray on my eyelashes
To write my name in the sand and let the waves take it
Try stone skipping and see how many bounces it make across the surface

I’ll go to our parish church and take my last communion
And ask forgiveness for all sins I have committed 
Pray to God that my last day will be acceptable to my loved ones
That they will not cry but give them courage to live without me

For the rest of my moment, I’ll embrace my son and wife
Until my last breath fades away


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left alone

           
         
         Now I am left alone with tears ~

         with all shared may sadness cease
         the darkness of loss as fears increase
         your heart wants to hold on for hope
        

          losing the one expected never ready 
           going through acceptance you think
          until time stands still and life does cease 
       
           Now I am left alone with tears ~
            
          every thought now to late to speak
            all you thought you knew you didn't
          when death comes swift no real preparation

         How long will this hurt one can only wonder 
          The tears fall hard , the tears fall alone    
           saying goodbye forever your gone .
               
           
          

          


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Empty

And when I learned that you died
How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

You were my boxer in the night
Sparred with you 
About every aspect of
Life

My secret tonic
Made everything
Feel alright
Got me through it all
All the frustrations
Disappointments of 
Life

And when I learned that you died
How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

We called each other friend
Even when
Our bodies came together
That single
Lunatic
Moment

That single 
Lunatic
Time

And it felt so 
Full
You made me feel
Full
How can I describe 
The full
Full
Full

My life was full
When you laughed
It felt so full even
When you 
Cried

The times I was mean

And my body left
Your body
After 
That single
Lunatic 
Time

And so we pretended 
We were just
Friends
In the end
We pretended
Then

And now you’re 
Gone

And I can barely speak
Or write 
I can barely write
A 
Single
Meaningful
Poetic
Word

And there’s a quiet room
In my mind
Where your laughter
Once
Played
My innocent child
Woman
Gone 
Away

How can I describe
The Empty
Empty 
Empty

How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

How can I describe
The
Way
I
Feel?


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Hollow Bones

The deeper the grave. 
The darker the secret.
Blind faith comes to mind.
As I speak of this in time.
Childhood memories on my mind.
Early - morning wind cuts down ,
the lonely countryside.

As a stray memory comes passing by.
The wind blows thru my hair.
As I walk into the graveyard.
The bones I see are hollow there .
As they invite me to their party at midnight.
And we dance in the hollow night forever more.


Thursday 3pm   7/ 18/ 2013    

As I was writing ,my grand daughter ask if I'd read what I wrote. She then ask "could she tell me the rest of poem?  The last  "5" lines my 6 yr old g-daughter dictated to me .


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A Yellow Rose

A young fallen dishearten

father slowly plucked the

yellow rose from off

the bush to take to

his young son's grave,

to morn each day

for this young child

that was taken from

him so early, is more

than this man can take

only thing that keeps

him going is someday

they will meet again

up there in glory land,

until then he will place

a yellow rose on

this lonely grave

each day, until

the roses are all

gone.

Written 6-30-11


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Western Horizons

Incarcerated soul in ribcage of slaughtered  fate
Obsessive saw penetrates secret catacombs of meltdowns
Poetic seascape showing radiations of a human skull -
A cranial Kabuki Mask spreads uncertainty over the Pacific...


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Demon In My Closet

There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
 I have kept him there safely, each and every day
 Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
 He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
 I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
 
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
 Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
 The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
 But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
 He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
 
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
 A mark of a book, a devils open handing
 A demon to help me through troubles and fears
 A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
 He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
 But I think my favorite time is where leers



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I Remember

She had beautiful hands, I remember
Strong and brown and crude under the choking lamplight 
that wintry autumn of the potato blight
I saw them cringe and turn over and over 
She thought I’d fallen asleep, but no
I watched her silently in the dark, well past midnight.

Her hair was rich and long, I remember
Coarse and uncombed and tangled on sweaty afternoons
One sweltering midsummer before the monsoons
we crouched in the fields and together worried
Masses of hair spidered across her wet cheeks
Sweat or something else, running down those weathered prunes.

She had eyes like the sea, I remember
Stormy and clouded and murmuring of a shipwrecked sorrow
That spring day the wind swept away the morrow
she stood with her back to me and hung her head
I saw her weak frame jolting and stiffening
and my infant heart was splintered by an invisible arrow.

Her voice was a melody through the reeds, I remember
For fifty years her lips could give only sighs
Unbroken silence shivering beneath frozen skies
Her throat rippled when she looked at my blossoming face
Quivered and quivered in a song of muted melancholy
Then one day away she flew, like a flower, without goodbyes.


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'Death Enters'



When death enters the realm, all else is forgotten it brings everything into perspective somehow the little things seems so irrelevant their importance almost become void the significance of wrong doing and past mishaps are stripped of their power to control our emotions of anger and hate - all we are left with are if only, sadness and so many questions---
*inspired by someone’s sudden passing* 210520121359


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Small Echo of Death

There is something monumental
about cattle skeletons
on the drought stricken edges
of barren places.

Oases in the wet but more 
often desert.
bleaching bones crowned with
macabre skulls and long horns
lying where they meet death
on unrelenting hot sand.

I see the outline of the bones
beneath the sterile desert air
as  heat waves glimmer.

Look - where a smaller set
are curled within her pelvic space

 
Poor unborn calf
that echoes her death
in miniature


Suzanne Delaney


My first Title was "Drought's Indifference."


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My Angel

I kiss her goodnight, two months to the day, and prepare the van, for an overnight stay.
The plan is, a family trip to the shore No thought of regret, can't open that door
Hours had passed, when I heard my wife's cry, I rushed to that cry, so to nullify
The fear in her eye's, I saw from the door, directing me toward, the horror she saw
Then I'm inside, on my baby's right side, I see she's blue, and I know what to do
The soldier inside, is trained to save lives I pumped her chest, and gave her my breath
I got on the line, all while keeping time, rescue arrives and, I hear SHE'S ALIVE!
We fly outside, to follow her ride, lights flash emergency, on the outside
There is no time to spare, when we arrived, we rush through the door, to be by her side
I Pray that my daughter, fought and survived, no words spoken, I can see from Doc's eye's
My heart hits the floor, and breaks deep inside, facing my wife, I can tell her no lies
We dropped at the door, our daughters no more, for she didn't survive, this ambulance ride
Now she's our Angel, we know this inside My family now four, will have to abide For picture frame contest


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LAST WISHES

It begins

death’s odd intro
as familiar as family
as familiar as a father's tales

but it speaks the idioms of sheaths,
a silence under the rumble
and that terminal pause
of emptiness
 
will come the keening
our aria of love-loss 
wordless and ageless
begging begging begging
for more moments
for laughter over the breaking of bread
for another long afternoon
for one miracle

for him

the phone will ring, very soon

and I will picture her face
forever rearranged by the news
of her father’s passing

never more a child
never the same
changed

a chrysalis once more
formed in mourning
such a fragile strength

then death, fostering,
will hover in apology 

touching her
forevermore






*My brother in law is now in palliative care... my 18 year old niece has just begun university. I was the same age when I lost my mother... too young too young. Prayers for a painless passing and strength for the family greatly appreciated. Love to all.


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A new Newtown

The innocent souls. The little angels flown away. The dedicated. Perished.  

Agonising. Touching. Demanding answers. A town held in the grip of
 unfathomable mourning. A world shell-shocked. What next?

Some serious soul-searching .A  real newness . Country. Community.
Newtown, there has to be new paradigm  shift.   There has to
be a new beginning . A dawn of non-violence. An end to a cycle
of mass shooting tragedies. A new chapter. A secure future.
 
The sights, the sounds, the terror, the grief. Should people live
in fear? Feel helpless , weightless and exposed? No. Innocent deaths 
of 28 people that touched the hearts of  many across the world
because  we are all the citizens of this world.  We therefore demand a 
world that is safe, habitable , just and peaceful.  A world in which the
sanctity of life is of paramount importance.  Let us contain the emotions
and find lasting solutions . 

Let us find solace in that it is possible to arrest the situation.  A newness 
of love, security and peace must be collectively and individually ushered in. 
Though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death you WILL not 
fear no evil. Death you have been defeated. 


To the parents, teachers, schoolchildren, the community, and the
country, the world mourns with you.  It shares your grief. Be strong. 
Be comforted.  Our  hearts are with you. We offer our  prayers.


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Poverty

In the midst of the ruined city,
A man wanders ,
his face ravaged by grief,
He approaches silently , to the edge of the cliff,
His dreams robbed by desperation ,
His mind unable to bear the devastation

A man once full of hopes and dreams ,
Now he sits gazing into the tidewater stream,
Poverty has overwhelmed his land once abundant,
His existence, now been made redundant 

All is lost and the struggle has become weary,
Life has lost all meaning , now dreary,
He contemplates death waiting to embrace the reaper,
With a reluctant step , he flings himself over the cliff,
His journey ends , and the deed is done,
No longer will his voice be heard ,
His final prayer , to once again embrace his beloved.


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The Last Oak Leaf

My heart goes out to the last Oak leaf
The one that clings until the early spring
When the buds swell giving a nudge
The last leaf that falls onto the earth 

The new bud full of vitality__youth comes forth
To experience life_spring green_then summer's depth
Fall comes to it bringing the color of autumn russet
The cycle has nearly gone full circle__winter slowly moves in the last leaf falls


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Arjuna

My mind is dark with the thoughts of doom
Shadows of death and miseries loom
I wish I could try and fight
The stench of death and darkness of night

Many thoughts bewilder my soul
My heart bleeds through a jagged hole
Why do I have to kill to live?
Why don’t I have happiness to give?

My heart screams for an explanation
My soul cries for salvation
Why is my hand smeared in blood?
Why is everyone around me dead?

I walk through the graveyard of people I killed
Was this the death that god willed
Why was I the harbinger of death?
Why was it me who laid them to rest?

I live a life that I rather not dare
My nights are an endless nightmare
Why can’t I be released from this living hell?
Why don’t I have someone to tell?

Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free?
Will I ever be pardoned? Will my life ever be merry?
All I ask my God is sanity
All I need from me is humanity

I have killed to live, I have lived to kill
Done acts I am not proud of
Will I ever have peace to gain?
Or will I need death to live again

Tell me lord; am I not your child?
Weren’t they too, because of me who died?
Was it my fault that I had a gun?
Why didn’t I have a place to run?

Questions in my mind abound
My dreams come back at night to hound
My only release I know is death
I hope it comes soon and me it gets

When death smiles at me with all its charms
I will lie with glee in its waiting arms
Then for sure my soul will be free
And those of the people murdered by me.


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Autumn Leaves

Trees shed

Their Autumn Leaves.

 

Autumn Leaves-

That fall,

That twirl

And then embrace the ground.

 

Autumn Leaves-

That flood

The pathways I tread

And the horizon I see.

 

Amidst them, I halt

Amongst them, I sit,

Stare and admire

Them as they shower from trees.

 

I listen to them,

As they rustle,

And cuddle

In the soothing autumn breeze.

 

Wondrous it is to listen

To the tales they tell,

Tales spelled in their toungless accents

Tales that are the soul of each of those

Falling, twirling, rustling

Autumn Leaves.


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alone

alone in the darkness 
alone in my hell 
no one to hold me 
no one to see 
no one to care 
what will happen to me 
people they see me 
sitting on the street 
but to them I'm invisible 
even if I scream 
when I beg for money 
they all look away 
then one day I'll leave 
and no one will notice 
and no one will care 
and no one will see 
the small crumpled body 
that once was me


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A Granddaughter's Pain

That horrible day she heard those words.
The cawing of those dreadful birds.
The pain in her chest found its way to her eyes.
Her breath came out in only short sighs.
Her sister there to hold her hand,
Trying to be strong for the both of them.
The day had come, they knew it would.
But faster than it probably should.
They made as much noise as they possibly could.
Anything to  keep away the silence of death,
And as the tears kept falling, 
they did their best,
To try and forget this disastrous mess.
But as hard as they denied it, 
they knew it was true.
He was gone from this world, 
wasn’t meant for it too.
The last words he spoke, 
were held to be true.
“ when all the feelings had been felt,
And all the tears shed.
Let the acceptance begin.”
They echoed again and again.


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Aids

There are many diseases found
in the world either widely known
or hushed up and swept under a
carpet of desperate denial.
Fear thrives even within the
names of these diseases but 
nothing like Aids; intrusive
and a slow creator of hellish
emotions, it awakes every
sense I behold making them
scream in unimaginable pain.
It was once thought to be
able to infect with the slightest
touch; skin to skin.
Hideously, it opens doors
to many other viruses and
common bacteria slowly 
weakening my defences; the
body begins to give in to
its destructive ways and 
the pain becomes a reflection 
upon my face; there is no depth 
in my facial features, they are 
as thin as a ghostly sheet.
As the days pass many thoughts
are stored within the mind that 
strangely remains able to disconnect 
from the fear and pain, even if only for
moments; life seems to be
back to normal during those
sparks of happiness.
As the bed becomes home
sleep is forever increasing;
each sunset and sunrise is
precious, like a diamond
one owns.
Slowly I drift off on a 
boat that floats on the
clearest of oceans; blue
dominates the surface where
gentle waves grow.
The boat drifts off in to
the horizon trying to reach
the star of light where my
soul will be welcomed into
the gates of heaven.

Dedicated to Freddy Mercury and other Aids sufferers


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May 4th

Frustration
Confusion
Panic
Rage
Violance
Death
May 4th is still alive.


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A Little Angel

A little angel came to Earth one day. but he didn't come here to stay. Three years was his time limit. His parents did not know it then, but God for him, had a plan. The day he was born, to everyone he brought joy. His parents loved him from the start. Manuel Zachary was his name. He grew up pretty quick. While he was here, he spread smiles, love and star dust everywhere. His family loved him very much. He was their little Angel from above. Three years he was here to spread his love and joy. One day he heard a call. It was God calling him home. His parents couldn't understand - why with them - he couldn't stay. Now he is back where he belongs and from there he watches over them. Every now and than he gives them a sign. He spreads some star dust, to let them know that he is still around... 08/14/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: This did happened. I was asked to write this poem. Hope you like it.


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Creeping Death

It starts out so small 
A single dark spot 
Ending the summer trek
Sand sticky and black

Like an artery cut open
It continues to pulse
Sludge sliding across the water
Toxins pump through the ocean

The hemmorage cannot be stopped
Using Nature against herself
Coating the fowl while drowning the fish
Snuffing the life from the sea


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Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


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Down In The Valley

Down in the ground where the dead men go.
I know there's a place way down below.

Down in the valley is where everyone goes.
I have a place there, sometimes I like to go.

Come as you are, take a little rest with me.
Into the darkness we go, time out of mind.

You are one with the dust now.
A fragment of what you and I left behind.

Down, down, down, into the darkness.
Gentle you must go, the beautiful, and tender.

I heard the owl call my name.
Just before the darkness came.    

He dropped his eyes with the bright sunshine.
And the medications didn't help any, as he read
between the lines.

Only yesterday you came to me, to release me 
From this dark, damp place, I seen it in your eyes.
 
Only then I will fly off into the light !


4/ 26/ 2013


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Cuddle Babies Replay Memory

I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.

I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.

So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies

Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?

But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over

To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine

Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.


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Cancer

Who is there? Come in and sit with me. 
I welcome you to my home. 
Why do I welcome you so? 
You are hated, feared, attacked and fired upon, 
treated as a foreigner poised to take a land that is not yours. 

Are you death? “No!” Are you a messenger of death? “No!” 
Are you a friend, a companion who comes to travel with me? 
Why have you come to me? 
Was it something I did? Has my family sent you? 

Please leave me! I have not asked to be tortured. 
You will walk with me until the end of my days? 
I will embrace you as my friend. 
You will be there when others have left me or when they can no longer walk with me… 
You are not an angel of death but in disguise an angel of life… 
You will take my body to the grave, but my spirit to heaven… 
To you my friend I owe my life… You have never been welcomed. 
I not only welcome you my friend… 
I embrace you and the news you bring. 

With out you life would become tedious and dull. 
You break up the monotony of repetition. 
When others have turned away as if I have done something unforgivable, 
you embrace me little by little. I will not fight you. 
I will not attempt to poison you! 

No… I say! 
Do not take from me this my friend… 
My friend knows the path I travel. 
My friend will walk with me until I walk no more. 
And my friend will lay me down and fold my hands across my chest. 

Don’t weep for me. 
I have reached my destination. 
My friend traveled with me and when I fell… my friend was there. 
My companion until the end… 
and he asks nothing of me for I give willingly.


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Suicide Cheats Death

It was cold.

Death's fingers
Resting on my forehead.
The nail
Scraping, scraping,
Skin scorching
Of pain.

"You want darkness
Or heaven?"

He cackled, losing grip
On the nail
Bludgeoning
For blood.

"Time's a wasting."

The wind stopped blowing a long while ago.
Death composed himself;
Pulled the nail out
'Til the roused red
Spouted out

And the cold resurfaced.

"You ain't scared.
This suicide?"

"Death.
If only you knew,
How much I craved
For this to end."

The frostbite quivered.
Death removed
The deadly weapon
From the skin.

"I'm a murderer.
Not a liberator."

Death.
His charm tensed,
As his tongue rid
The blood stain from his white digit
Forcing exit as a bitter belch,
And a satiated grin
Carved on his
Phantom tint.

"I'll be back when you have a purpose
Eh?
Ain't no joy for me when there's joy for you."

And he will.
Yes, he will wait.
Patiently,
Waiting
To grace my blood
With his twitching nail,
Edging icily.
For it will only take
The whisper of a smile,
A soundless breeze,
To summon even the remnants
Of his presence.


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and a thousand more

the aurora of day rose
crimson across the ivory veil
of half clouded skies

the horizon seemed endless
atop the blue water
its light reflected back
between the peaks
of waves that tumbled forward
wet-kissing the sand 

the howl of the ocean
fell silent
beneath the pause of wind
as did my heart
in realizing the distance
is greater between us
than what i see 
before my own eyes

the salty spray
mingled with the tears
that traced my face
as i mourned
more than a thousand days
that you've been gone

Sandy Adams  09/18/2013
 for nette onclaud's 
 BUILD YOUR OWN SAND CONTEST 


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Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


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Silent Killer

It courses through the blood
hidden from view it seeks out
the T-cells attaching itself
it silently goes to work

Invading and taking over
not caring if it's host
be a young person or old
killing of the white cells

Your gender it cares nothing for
or if you are straight or gay
insidiously it can hide for years
a master of disguise it patiently waits

Growing stronger all the time
breaking down the body's defences
it corrupts turning cells alien
not caring that as it slowly kills

That eventually it will too die
that as it completes its invasion
leaving a sick body open to attack
covered with open sores and abrasions

This silent killer in murdering you
does itself meet its own doom
dying along with its host
will we ever find a real cure?

This is about Aids/ HIV though it could also refer to cancer HIV is ingenious in
its ability to hide itself inspires by Harlan Coben's book Miracle cure 


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A Shell of a POET

I am the shell of a POET, who's Soul now lives in Eternity
He left me with his past: his sorrows and agonizing Memories
I am ,but a dead man living in the shell of his conscience
Striving to be the light on a Starless Moonless, stroll to loneliness
Where the painful cries of silence, explode through-out my brain
Where the blinding shadows, web the skies, and life is "Forever Midnight
There is no Dawn, no Sunrise, no Sunsets, in the ebony sea of despair

 To be Continued; It took me 2 weeks to write this. it will take me a week
to Write part 2. I will try to write 2-3 comments a week, unless Phillip 
is here. I wait at the Gate of Heaven to meet YOU. ALWAYS and FOREVER
YOUR Liege...HG


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Depression

Depression

3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…

-10/2/13-


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Passchendale: 3rd Battle of Ypres, 1916

Even the dead reject this blasted earth.

The ground, such as it is,
Is freshly Antidiluvean,
And the corpses swim within its tumbled, heaving masses
Blood and mud the mortar
Holding the chaos together.

The sun is weak,
Ashamed to break the haze
And bring to light the obscenities transpiring here.

The whistles blow
And the troglodytes emerge
From their respective holes,
Staggering towards one another
Through watery craters
Over the mincemeat of comrades
To add themselves to the swimming sacrifice
Constantly on offer 
To the insatiable, sole diety of this place,
The Mud-God, Futility.

     They are men no more,
     Those who struggle 'neath
     The leaden skies
     The wan sun
     Of the sodden moonscape
     That is Passchendale.

     They are only raging beasts
     Trading pain for pain,
     All trace of cause or reason
     Lost in the maelstrom of their collective misery -

And the only escape
Is to slay and to be slain;
To join the bitter shades
Ascending with the fog and smoke
Through the wall of cloud above,
To vanish into the icy deeps
Among the far, impassive stars.


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The Justice of the Crossroads

They've hung on him a For sale tag
He's wearing a stale old plastic bag
And the rest of him is in rags
The whole world passes by him
Stops and stares, or points at whim
Mad Marley stands there everyday 
Without  a job without the pay
He knew no place but where he stood 
On that busy trafficked crossing road
He was waiting for something to happen there
Perhaps the justice that the judges couldn't spare
Of some  long forgotten clash of cars 
That had claimed his life and all its hours
So there he stood all the time
As the crowd of cars grew in line
Then one day, a day like any other 
He saw a car hit another
And out fell a man, the man with the scar
Who had killed his wife and children with his car
A drop of blood trickled down the man's nose
Mirroring Mad Marley's teardrops as he rose
He removed his for sale tag and plastic bag
Took out the bullet that, for these 18 years he had, had
And the rusted barrel of the gun
He had sworn he would use to avenge his son

Mad Marley fell on the pavement alone and dead
With the bullet lodged inside his head


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Through moral eyes

Throw aside the stones
That lay beside the bones
Of many souls 
That the spirit does patrol
That have come and gone
If you listen close you’ll hear their songs 
Put away and forgotten 
Only to go rotten
And made weary
To some it made ever teary 
Angels stand and wait with harps 
For all the lonely shaded hearts 
The gates have closed 
But if you wonder 
Soon it’s your soul that’s under
Made a blunder 
Underground seeping sadness 
In a world filled madness 
A viscous cycle
That recycles
It hangs far back inside our heads 
Never wanting to come out
Then dread 
Lurking there as a reminder 
But for now we wear a blinder 
So throw aside the stones
That lay beside those bones  
Of those that passed 
Now the future has been cast 




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SUFFER NOT

SUFFER NOT

Suffer not o man she cried desperate for consolation
Compassion twisted and tore at her heart 
but the world she knew was silent.

Painful sounds from death filled wars, would wound her more
than jagged poison tipped arrows that pierced much too deeply.
And yet she carried on in quiet song as the world she knew kept silent.

And if the dying weren't enough, the sight of bloated bellies
and distraught mothers and sacked villages laid bare
by the unwilled force of child soldiers, would crush her spirit. 
How could the world she knew keep silent?

Thinking that God did not understand her despair 
She wept with abeyant tears that could not flow 
as the world she knew kept silent.

To live, to die in the soiled spattered flow of time
passing through, passing through
Is the secret so sublime? Cannot she grieve? 
Then silence no more was heard.

Instead a curious word within emerged 
from her meditation of life's graces
a Hebrew word "Bitachon"
What was not known in agonies 
was revealed in her silence.

C.A.K. 1-9-201


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The Letter

   ...

The Letter

A letter fell from heaven and it landed at my door.
The letter had a message - Cry for me no more.
As I was reading the message, I knew it came
from you.

Where do the souls of our love ones go when they
leave this world? We cry, we suffer and our hearts
are broken, because we won't see them anymore.

The days pass and the months, soon turn into years.
Little by little the pain becomes less. But we still ask 
ourselves - where do the souls go?

The souls go to their destiny. God has a special place
for them. We want to think that everything ends here-
that one day we just go to sleep and we wake up
in a beautiful place called heaven.

I know now that you are in heaven and that you also
watch over me. One day when God calls me - we will 
reunite again. You say that you are happy, that you
feel no more pain.

You tell me not to worry, to go on with my life. This is
just what I will do and whenever I feel sad - I will open
up the letter and read the message again. It is time to
say - good bye dear - I have a smile on my face, because
now I know that you are in a very special place...


Written   03/31/2012      
  by Lucilla M. Carrillo

For Lisa Haitt Dark Poetess  Contest  ( Letting Go )


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Peace Is Needed For Pete's Sake

Imagine children waking up to bombs and sirens in the night.
Parents calming their children's screams of fright.
Rockets bursting in air.
People fleeing their homes, cries of anguish in their voices.

Violence, suffering, dying, too much-
Children homeless, parentless, living on streets.
Peace is needed for Pete's sake.

Politics, religion, race, and greed-
People world wide open your eyes.
We're destroying our human race.

Allow the children to hear laughter again.
Laying their heads on a love one's lap,
Lifting fears and giving them hope
A brighter future for man, woman and child.
Is that asking for too much?

Nothing but destruction in minds of many.
Stop, stop destroying humankind.
Find peace and heal in time.


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The Young Are Ordered Off To War

The young are ordered off to war
Depart too early from this World
Generals safe behind the lines

Politicians debate the need
Everyone desires Peace
The young are ordered off to war

Fighting for their countrymen
Duty asks to risk their lives
Generals safe behind the lines

The cause is just that's what some say
The cause confused by Fog of Lies
The young are ordered off to war

Brave the young who face their dying
Unknown enemies all surround
Generals safe behind the lines

Sadly war makes history
Death to many before Old Age
The young are ordered off to war
Generals safe behind the lines

May 14th, 2013.


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December 14, 2012

December 14, 2012

Little pink coat, Mommy holding 
little pink hand, the firehouse
must have seemed a marathon away,
the longest run of their lives.

Skedaddle little pink coat,
miniature uggs flopping,
one size up so they’ll 
fit next year.

Nametags sewn in elfin collars, 
forever suspended mitten-
sleeved jackets 
in a Sandy Hook cupboard.

Good morning Ms. Davino,
Good morning, Mrs. Hochsprung,
Good morning, Mrs. Murphy,
Good morning, Ms. Rousseau,
Good morning, Mrs. Sherlach,
Good morning, Ms. Soto.

Who knew you’d be so brave?
I remember my first grade teacher,
when the hallways were safe
and nuclear attack seemed so remote.

Mrs. Lanza, did Adam
say good morning, Mom,
or just get down to
business?

We are all so sorry.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
December 18, 2012

These shootings occurred in my hometown.


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Checkers

If I could go back
For just a day
Even just a few hours
I would set up the board
Put each checker in it's place
I would see
Really see
Grandpa across the table
Him with his furrowed brow.
I would be less concerned 
Less focused on winning
I would relish his laugh
Listen carefully to his tales
Record them 
indelibly on my mind's eye
Combining
Past
Present
Future
I would see 
The eccentricities of me
Passed on in perpetuity 
His playfulness
The keenness of his former mind 
Before the disease stole what was left behind
With each play the minutes would pass
I would take my time
Make them last
There would be questions to ask
Sadly the time is gone
The board has been put away
It's a game I no longer play
It was our special thing
He left long ago
On angels wings
Yet one day
When this 
Life has passed
He will be there and I will ask
"Set up the board
It's time to play.
We can take our time
We have all day."






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Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


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Ides of November

.          
                    A November day, washed bright and clean 
                     light rains had ceased, and skies were blue
                     But a thought, obscene, would dim the sun
                     In a deadly script, which paled Macbeth
                     One plot would darken the light with death

I was about to stretch beyond my teens
and youth was perched upon the brink
As the callow child I was back then
I would immortalize between extremes
But only acknowledged the world in distant hues
Sometimes grief would have a passive view
 
But then, upon the landscape new
I was thrown to wolves in black and white
I couldn't grasp those first words said
A true-life drama, of horrendous dread

Cascading, first with deep unrest
when cold war's threat, or deep unrest
with wars afar, I sat expecting
happy endings, with stories told
unfolding good around the bend,
where naive' dreams had always been
 
This sudden turning of the tide
had come to change my voice inside...
knocking hard upon my door
deeply shocking,...to the core
rocking how I viewed the world

     With an anchored face, yet, strangely rue
     Apparent angst, his stolen breath
     He cleared his throat, and shared the news,
     With Cronkite calm, as if a stone,
     tho' cautious, stunning words to choose

     In his eyes, the sorrow shone
     I looked to him for confidence
     The magnitude, too great to own 
     I needed guidance and a chance
     to lean into his trusted arms
     this mortal moment too immense 


I see it now, still clearly formed 
The day was bright, with amber light
The sun was out, and lingered warm

Football games, a dance that night 
Holidays had been conceived
But death came crashing down with spite

Tragedy came in as thick as thieves,
The devil's plot to interweave



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Gone To The Other Side

                                            Farewell my friend
                                            Now you are gone
                             Cremated from earthly shape to ashes
                Never will I feel your warmth and unconditioned love again
                                   You are not suffering anymore
                           I always knew that this day would come
                                        Yet I were not prepared
                                    To witness my lifelong friend
                   Being enclosed by deaths unwilling power to leave you be
                          Your illness could never have been healed
                        Yet,when the day death embraced your body
                      It was a smack right into my face and emotions
  
          The day that we spread your ashes over the deep forest you loved so much
                                          We were done crying
                                 Because your presence were there
                                          We could all feel it
                               Your energy and spirit are still with us
                             Time will come when we shall meet again
                            Since you stepped over to the next dimesion
                              Days feels empty with a deafening silence

              Until death embraces my earthly life,and our spirits have rejoined
                  I shall live my life here to honour your name and legacy
                                     Farewell my lifelong friend
                                                  So long
                                We`ll meet again on the other side
            Memories we have from your time on earth,will refuel my empty soul
                                           And keep me going
                                        Rest in piece my friend



About this poem..I belive we will all be reunited when our time here is done.

Cheers my friends out there


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ABAMI EDA (For Fela Anikulapo-Kuti)


Appears the strange Fella
On a stage of many fellows
But not doing “Mr Follow-follow”
Smoking it out the truth
Into the skulls of the VIP
Like no other fellow

Abami, thorning their flesh ceaselessly
Amidst them the Generals
The fella Fela shivers their spines
Telling peole to stop “Shuffering and Smiling”
But General Hog was not done 
Decreed Republic’s demolition

“Zombie” swamp on our Jerusalem
His Mama’s life cut short in Kalakuta
Then came a “Coffin for Head of State”
Abami, gallowed with pant in gaol
Yet, he weeds on with vigour
Kalakuta People’s Replublic must stay

General Swine’s Zombies tortured him
His long skinned trousers appear ruffled
A Fela puffs his way out of the gaol
Yet, his mouth waxes stronger Afro-tune sax
To the great beyond the sky
“In no be Gentleman at all
But for once, he never betrayed the truth.   



Alayade Stephen T.
29th, September, 2006
11.00am



NB-Abami Eda means a strange fellow.
VIP in Fela’s parlance means Vagabond in Power,
And Mr Follow-Follow, Coffin For Head Of State, Zombie,
Shuffering and Smiling are all titles of popular tracks amidst his hit songs.


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Addict

Screaming, ranting, raving
When the world didn't do it your way,
Your anger so violent
I feared for your heart;
A blood vessel, like a fuse
That's all it takes
Blown and you 're out
Forever.
You threatened so often
That it would make us happy
If you died.
No! No! No!
That's not the way
It's supposed to be.
We love you then and now.
We wanted for you
The help you so desperately needed
And we couldn't give
Or get for you.
You  have to ask for yourself.
Yet, you would not, could not ask;
It would not be manly
To show such 'weakness".
Now, we say,
If only, if only,
If only, what?


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ECHOES OF GLITTER

"Splendor in the Grass" can hardly breathe
A beauty in the fearful, destined waters
Not even Santa Catalina can lift up Natalie -
An angel fallen in the hands of Evil -

Macabre mask of rotten jealousy
The arm of selfishness pushes her with force
Her screams for help fall on empty ears
As men do nothing but drink themselves to satisfaction...

If you ever sail at night to Catalina Island
And think you see the city lights come close
You'll hear Maria's echo in the "Westside Story"
And watch the glow of glitter of a fallen star...


Dedicated to Natalie Wood on the day the authorities re-opened her case 2011


For Nette's Contest "Glow of Glitter"

copyright@iolanda scripca 2011








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Engrave

bonemarrow monster
bloodwisp, haunts
the knife
carve flesh formations 
to faces.

bandage maker
stitch stabbed, wounds
the soil
build marble mutations
to epitaphs.


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September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


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