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Footprints

Frothy waves stretch to kiss toes
Hikers plodding sandy coasts
Leaving imprints on the shore

Who journeyed here, perhaps this morn
As the orange orb created dawn
Summoning sun worshipers

Footprints far too large to fill
Descended down the shell-strewn hill
Then hugged the waves’ low tide

The retirement community
Sends scouts here daily just to see
If the sands of time still wait

Alas, they do, imprints remain
Sacrificed to sea when evening tide returns again

Their legacies erased each day
Another scout, another age
Will surely cast its prints anew


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AS FATHER IS TO HIS DAUGHTER


Passing through framed windows like ours, I recall your tales of reckless war and lost friends that burned your innocence at 21... and though you claimed flashes of courage, moist eyes poured vulnerability looking calm, undaunted. We both searched deeply into our souls as a father is to his young daughter, that I wanted to let you know, it was alright; but that mound of shoulders turned away. Down the years as officer and gentleman, Time stole long weeks, absent from your dining chair, leaving me resentful and bitter on hardened sills until you arrive under crawling dock of stars. But in free moments, how you cherished me so; waking my cheeks at 3 am to race the winds, to fly with a shooting neon, laughing with a blue moon. You spoke of faith and honor if life dared a shame, oh mild scent of your arms cuddling my girlish dreams... until off you rode suddenly on heaven’s wheel. I see you through all framed windows like ours, that even if my iced breaths needed you more as small flowers thirsted for rain, my anger was a cry for love’s company... “ I have adored you in moments of distance and nearness, if not always, then for all eternity.” Have I forgotten to open this, my soft, broken sigh? Dad, everything is all right. The Confessional Contest


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Another Man's Clothes

I wonder
Who I might become
If I wore another man's clothes
If I thought his thoughts
Dreamed his dreams
Lived his heartache
Felt his insanity
Walked along his razor's edge

Would I
Understand
Empathize
Digest his pain
Rise above his circumstances
Would I realize how easy my own life has been

Perhaps
I could search through his pockets
Look for answers
Remove the tie from his neck that strangles
Rip off the clothes that make the man
Return his sanity
Free him from the labels sewn on yesterday's promises

Or I could walk
A bit longer
Search a bit deeper
Discard my own misconceptions
Feel his peace
Think different thoughts
For he is more and less than me
He has danced and loved in exceptional ways
And as I walk and wear his shoes
I hear the tapping of his soul
I become
Aware
It is not him
Not me
Not anyone
That can save us
From ourselves
Yet we are changed
In inexplicable ways
By wearing
Another man's clothes


I chose this one for your contest because I feel as 
a poet I put myself in other people's clothes all the time.
I like the premise of this contest and I hope this gives you
a glimpse of who I am. 

Richard Lamoureux
Submited December 20 2013
written in early December.


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Spaces

As my thoughts shrink my mind expands
Growing into the spaces between my words
The words of others
Refreshed within the pauses
Dancing inside possibilities
Filling in the blanks

Words suspended
Within time and space
Connecting the random with the infinite 
Skipping along
Flowing through in whispers

The spaces 
Reflecting eternal promises
Stepping stones along elastic highways
Breaths yet to be exhaled
Here I grasp for inked pleasure

My resting place
along inspiration's highway
My moments of calibration 
Synaptic revelations
Hallways leading to ancient corridors
The place where all artist meet

Each space, appears the same
To those unable to see
They can't feel the symphony
Yet, we who live, within the spaces
Rise together
Give applause
A world expanded from the small
An opening within word walls
Rising to float, upon the breeze
They lift our mind with subtle ease
Come and join me please
I have space 
I have room
Within my spaces
For you








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A Mountain's Challenge

majestic he seems, staring down at me with provocative, charcoal cavern eyes challenging me to forge upward massive boulders, slippery streams and fallen trees arduous obstacles he puts before me shall I take his dare perhaps ascending a few steps closer to cerulean heaven reach out to touch the kaleidoscope rainbow an arc above this complex journey’s struggle or is communing with the universal consciousness beyond reach will I step, slip, stumble and fall if I climb, seeking to prove myself finding visions of self awareness as he urges me on only to wonder why I see nothing but myself in a shroud of misty grey loneliness at the peak far easier it would be to lay my head upon the verdant meadow’s grassy pillow content to admire him from afar rather than challenge myself to win his approval gratify my ambitious nature what satisfaction will come if I remain complacent in my life’s lackluster station never growing, never knowing what might have been if I’d listened to his provocative voice
*Written July 30, 2014


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KARMA



Fluted hands angle on knees as glimpses 
sort the knitted threads of a late afternoon
where gathering of blooms abide.
Almost friendless, a man inhabits his space
ready to inhale the waft of new dusk, 
of how a world in his inner terrain mirrors
the ceremonials of a mindful passage
upon grasses and half-lit windows
outside the self. 

And through a prayerful instance,
he connects with a god hushing the tempo
of sighs mixed with incense blowing, as if 
to twirl in an air of breaths cleansing
the scabs of trespasses. Miles of babel words
turn into a different language: quite unknown
and understood only by him who finds
contentment in being unbound ,of gliding 
above a haloed sky that reflects the movement
inside his awakened essence.

For the atonement of all misgivings,
he releases his pride in layers 
of deep confession to pay for his karmic debt;
that in a warm communion with humility
he makes amends for life's consequences

as stillness becomes his friend.


Anthony Slausen's Karma


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Thought Police

I'm afraid
So afraid
Of being arrested
By the thought police

Their rules are many
Think this
Think that
Don't diverge from the normal
Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow
Let sleeping dogs rest
Do not question
Do not burn on passionate bonfires

I watch as they ready their weapons
They display arresting warrants through clouded glass
Fifty shades of bland
Cuffs dangling from bulging belts
Bound in self rightous blunder
They wait outside my door
Screaming bull horns command me to exit my paper freedom
I am blinded by search lights, forced to use my third eye
Fearful of their uniformed presence
How long will they be held at bay?

I hold their preconceptions hostage
They cannot see beyond their script
Trained in the warfare of ignorance 
They say "who are you, to question our authority?"

I answer
"I am the poet
The one who dreams beyond here and now
My words push through yesterday like a plow!
Yet I am gentle like the rain
Equal parts of pleasure and pain
A powerful detergent
I remove ancient stains
With my words I shake the ground
I will not be stopped by another's sound
Arrest me, yet you can't stop what I think
Within my mind I determine what I drink."

The thought police
Turn to another
The writings of our sisters and brothers
They wait, with cuffs in hand
Unable to understand
The few
The many
Who have joined hands
The poets
The thinkers
We take a stand



Inspired by Eileen Ghali's poem "The Hidden Woman"

Catie Lindsay's Heart of the matter contest.


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Melded

Questions hang suspended like stalactites Time, circumstance and elements contributing to its formation (—then something else seeps in, pushing me to call it fate) Questions that know not whether they should be voiced out and see light ...or remain hidden in caves, destined to be only heard by the labyrinthine chambers of the heart But yes, it is inevitable that these questions d r i p They drip, bit by bit, oozing with curiosity, forming more queries, that turn into stalagmites— Grounded questions to the suspended ones, open-ended to the closed. Sometimes meeting, creating columns, melded complements of each other. And then this makes me wonder— When these questions meet, do they ever find answers within themselves? Will the truth ever be brave enough to come out of hiding? This then makes me think of the words within souls, how these souls are the questions, in search of answers. ...And of how your words, your thoughts, your feelings, can drip into mine, feeding that inner glow It then collects, forming this deluge, flooring me as it creates a bond so powerful, it seems to defy time and even reason. A fascinating influx, that makes me smile despite myself Where sometimes I don’t know the beginning from the end— where bliss swims freely there, immersed in waves of laughter and ripples of tears. This for me is the beauty of it all, the search, the mystery...the discovery That constant ebb and flow, the give and take, that push and pull the flooding and trickling, that hiding and seeking Where one listens as the other speaks, but ah, both feeding off each other— hungry, thirsty, full, satiated yet craving for more. It’s something akin to, but not quite to how sunlight makes way for moon’s glow, how thunder rolls after the lightning strikes, coming hand in hand...yet both so defined. -------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, the questions may still hang like stalactites, and sometimes I do wonder if they will fall— And if they do, will they shatter, piercing hearts as they do? Or will their fates let them stay there, melding with stalagmites, standing the test of time, and sparkling as they do? June 17, 2012


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Mixing Of The Bones

If we could peel back the blanket of earth
To expose the bones buried there

Mix them all up in a great big pile
To say they'd all look the same would be fair

The rich man, the poor, the blind and the weak
Each gender, religion and race

The short, the tall, the large and the small
And include every shape of the face

If we had to choose one bone at a time
Not knowing who's bones belonged to whom

To make ourselves over new again
I wonder how well we'd do

Not judging by color, size or shape
Or status of high IQ

The bones might fit together just fine
And stay together till the end of time

©Donna Jones



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She is, or maybe she is not

She found herself
In the shards of who I am
The broken bits
The shadows
The resurrection of yesterday's pauses

I wonder
Was it the happy bits
The quiet contemplations
Or does she exist 
Within the doubts
The abbreviated sentences
The opinions of her own imposters
Those who choose to see her with veiled perceptions
Is she who she wants to be
Or is she in a state of becoming
I try to see past my own limitations

I wade through my wheres
Trying to see where 
Where she has been
Where is she now
Why
Yes I wonder why
Why does she identify with me
I am left to ponder
Contemplate

Who is this woman
With sad happy eyes
Strong in a broken sorta way
Who visits me 
On glowing paper
Graces me with kindness
Chooses to ponder herself
Within my spaces
I will seek her out
For she too
Reveals
Her notes
Sings her spirit
On pure white
Glowing
Paper

Dedicated to Charmaine after she commented on my "I Am" poem.



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Intangible

There was change, a new pulse, in the life I had known, where mother had been, in the house, we called home Where two maples stretched out, to cradle my dreams, and to shelter my life On a make-shift bed, I was lying awake, with windows cracked open, a wind coming in, .... an intangible night, in the familiar old room, alone with my thoughts, while sorting out things... There was a strange, jaundice glow, from the porch light, left on, and my pillow felt cold, where the moon used to go The sound of a moth, batting wings against glass, was begging for warmth, while seeking to ask, for a place to fit in My father was sleeping, with his newlywed bride in the same sacred bed, where my mother had died And a new child was dreaming in the soft yellow room where I spent all those nights, ... just me and the moon I was happy for him, and for the child that he gained. I was there at his side, when the changes became.. a part of his life, ...... a part of mine too But, I was lost in the amber, like a moth batting wings Somehow, it's alright, now, the shadows are new. The sepia light, changes the view I am older, much older than then,... yet, I'm the moth seeking flame... batting my wings, resisting the change, ....again, and again
__________________________________ For Craig Cornish's Contest: "Chopped II" 11/3//14


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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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Didn't Don't

.

Didn't Don't
Somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
            didn't don't
Don't touch it. Don't say it. Don't do it. Don't doubt it. Don't think.

Somebody handcuffs my steps. Somebody determines my boundaries.
Before I fully understand free will, there is a slap on my head
      and phosphenes like stars that command my orbit.
Before I can recognize differences, there is a slap on my hand
      right hand, not left hand...never ambidextrous; 
      and time out is isolation without a trial...and I learn
                               the fear of wrongdoing
                               remote-controlling my existence,
conditional on demand, predesigned
      and easily
      and obviously
      frightened
An aborted freedom escaping into the sewer
trying not to get it on the seat

I'm the observer of other lives, not mine               
tied up and chained, in captivity 
attempting to prove an alibi 
                    for being alive.
No one cares
not even myself

Somebody pulls on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
           didn't don't
It's dirty. It's ugly. It's bad. It's poo. It's sin.

commitments, commandments... Commandments, Commitments
                               Salvation... Damnation
Sometimes deception makes them ring in a low tone. Sometimes
I do what they say, and not what they do, and not what I want, and not what I think.

                 Through   fragments   of   this   duplicity,
                                               and   this   duplicity, 
I would be able to rebuild myself,
                                and Myself, into another hypocritical being;
and the intentional perversion of the self proclaimed truth,
                                or the liar paradox,
                                will be sovereign
leading to the use of tricks and cotton swabs.

When the remorseless hours run counterclockwise,
I would be happy through imaginary experiences,
consistently depurated,
consistently believed to be true.
             
Would I dare to examine the society in which I've been educated and raised?
Would I dare rip my skin...my flesh off of my bones?
How could I blame them? How could I possibly judge them?
Order and obedience in confabulation...in conspiracy...in complicity

If somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
If I'm the only one guarding my own cell
If I'm the jailer, and the convict, and the crime.


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You and I and I and You

You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company? 

You, who are so sleek and slender, humming with a quiet intellect and a serenity about you, and I, so grossly overweight and pretentiously boastful and nervous; how can you abide my company?

You, who are a paragon of patience, so understanding and self-assured, and I, so insanely impulsive, so myopic and brimming with self-doubt; how do you stand my company?

You, who are so sweet, so considerably kind, so thoughtful and generous, and I, so bitter, so selfish, so self-absorbed; why do you choose my company?

You, who are so self-composed, full of self-control, so sound and stable, and I, so very neurotic, so completely compulsive and verily volatile; how can you tolerate my company?

You, who are so diligent, so driven and ambitious, so achieving, and I, so lackadaisically lazy, so uninspired, so complacent; why do you settle for my company?

You, who are ethical, so moral, so very virtuous, and I, so corrupt, so unprincipled, so wholly wicked; how can you endure my company?

You, who are so normal, so well-adjusted, so conventional, and I, so maniacal, so unbalanced and irrational; why do you condone my company?

You, who are bubbling with charm, who loves unconditionally and is absolutely accepting, and I, boiling with rage, fueled by misanthropy and incredibly intolerant; how can you welcome my company?

That you love and accept me for who and what I am, is a treasure beyond measure. I cherish your company, but why you cherish mine is something I cannot fathom. All I know is that I love you, my dear, beloved friend.

**This was written for two very dear friends: Karen and Tommy :)
***I also love palindromes ;)

*****FREE VERSE OLD AND NEW ENTRY


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Burn

What powers held me in this tortured love
Shame and excitement danced around me
Grasped by the cunning illusions, deceiving
My void self image, coercing my
Vanities until I believed the insideous lies

You robbed my soul, knowing
Your presence was sealed with death's kiss
Tossing and turning in the night
I let you back in no matter the cost

Oh, and this is good -
I pretended not to be hostage to your
Cunning facade of empty promises
Even letting you linger in the presence
Of my most cherished posessions
As they also became sick in your stench

Finally, enough denial and nearly destroyed
Still strong enough to rid myself of you
I see you for what you really are, a drag
Killer of desire, coaxing many
Also blinded by your evil

In the last hours of whatever life I have left
And the coffin is near, I'll wonder 
Why I let you hold me for so long










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AS TWELVE MONTHS CLOSE


I count my walks through herbs and shells never knowing how old bones can be fleshed from a heart bound on scrolls of endings, and here I am among rows of an orchard… feet like dust sanded by twelve months of famine and feast ; somehow the maple boughs wither from the laundry of evenings’ regret. Often times, like the gypsy rose, I climb into the lattice of my family tree smelling its tar and citrus that knit arms glossed by twilight’s love, then raked by froths of autumn’s debris. Closing a fence as another year shuts off, I am between silence and scream… eyes groaning with the music of an anonymous breeze sheltering a collected beauty of tragedy and the comedy of drama: trials pinned by veiled nights when kinship endures the flood of weather's hands. It is so, I mean, the certainty of taming the last ride before new seeds from a new year twirl upon unborn fruits… I disrobe the old bones to greet the unknown. .......................... "“In times of test, family is best.” – Burmese Proverb Charlotte Puddifoot's Open Free Verse Contest 7/14/2014


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Immersion

The scurry and flurry of thoughts
hound me
jabbing, stabbing 
so I seek comfort 
in the ebb and flow...

I do not rush and dive in.
Rather,
I let myself
slip softly...
easing myself carefully into 
the saline calm 

fingerlings of froth
licking my skin

Only my face,
save for my ears,
greet frigid air

All the rest of me
just wants to
drown out
drawn out
waves
of thoughts
and words

It's not enough
to mute everything
so


I take that deep breath
and sink myself 
deep
   deep
          er
        deep
               est


The weight of the waves
bearing down on me
s-lapping, c-rashing
th-rusting
pull-
  lunge
        ing

me 
to the unruffled depths


I crave for breath
yet
I welcome the cool liquid.

So soothing...
embracing me
drinking me in

I wallow in it
as it swallows me in

and then...
and then
I find out
That all along,
I was inside
my own
tear
d
r
o
p
.
 .






March 18, 2012


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Dancing Bird - with video link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU   Dancing Bird


Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window, 
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion 
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was a male by his markings.
He was busy with his boasting, and proud.
No longer a fledge, he fluffed his feathers
To parade his prowess to all that might adore him. 
Then, he pivoted into a pirouette, and pranced
Most skillfully across the length of a branch
And launched himself into flight.  

Today, the sounds of birds cackling and chirping
Inside the shrubbery drew me to the window.
I could see three sparrows engaging in some fun and frolic.  
Perhaps it was some flirtatious mating ceremony. 
While most sparrows do look alike,
I’m sure that one of them was the dancing bird
I’d seen the day before.  I watched briefly and smiled,
Remembering my own courtship and rivals
Who would fancy my choice as their own.
I returned to the monitor and before I could begin 
My work, there was a loud thud upon the glass.
I gazed outside and there upon the ground was a small hawk
Clutching the dancer in his talons. 

Tomorrow, this bird will not dance.
He will not sing or court another.
And as sparrows are many,
I will no doubt find another to enjoy from this vantage.
I chide myself for failing to warn him of the danger.
I was too busy with my own enjoyment to notice.
Now, I close my eyes and reconstruct those moments
As I attempt to resurrect the dancing bird,
And preserve him....forever.


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Your Ocean

I stand on the edge of your ocean
Ready to dive in
Wanting to discover the depths of you
I have looked at the surface of you
Beautiful beyond my puny words
Sometimes your calmness relaxes me
I become lost in your serenity
My eyes are stretched to your horizon
I can not see all of you
I play innocently along your shores
I dip my toes into your cool waters
Slowly I am drawn into you
I feel you encompass my body
Then there is an undertow
I am helpless to resist
Drawn further from the shore
To the centre of you
I do not wish to escape
I trust you with my very soul
Sinking beneath the surface
I am wrapped in your embrace
Color surrounds me
My being is infused with your joy
The feeling of weightlessness
We are now joined
You are the beginning and completion of me
I was not meant to just stand on your shores

Dedicated to the Love of my life. I continue to explore the depths of her.


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POETRY READING

I cried the first time I listened to the words
whispered    shouted    snapping about 
like flags in a brisk wind     Words being shot 
from open pink mouths in a staccato hail of bullets 
slamming into my barriers     Hairline cracks appearing 
in my armor like spider webs meandering across 
a bug splattered windshield
I cried    even though I was not sure why

Who would have thought there was so much ammunition
being ratcheted from dry throats to be chambered
in mouths    spewing forth in a fusillade of fire
So much raw emotion housed inside ordinary people  

I found life    
emotion    feelings running rampant
bouncing off brick walls
echoing in my sluggish soul
wakening banked embers of a life 

I remember this thing called poetry
it danced through the dreams of my youth
brought hesitantly to its feet when I read
Resume by Dorothy Parker

I dreamed that I could put words onto paper 
and evoke emotion in another person
I dreamed and I played with the words
my new best friends    and drank Orange Crush 
spilling it on my early attempts    
giving them the appearance of measles erupting 
from the white parchment of youthful skin

But the words proved to be too much for me
		too much me
Emotions I did not know I had locked inside me
Fear flowing unchecked in dark splotches
Sorrow ripping the page with blunt forceful strokes 
of the pen     I tried to use a pencil but the feelings 
inside me were too strong to be erased so easily
Now the silence of my soul has been illuminated 
by the sun the poets hold in their hands
I could have ignored soft moonlight ripples 
across my mind    but this sun snakes its way 
into every crevice    finding my imps and demons 
standing mutely shadowed in gray

The homeless beggars on my street of lost memories
are rising up with pen in hand    refusing 
to be slapped into silent submission any longer



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I am or maybe I am not

I am
Still I wonder
Who I am
Am I who
Am I what
Am I where
Am I here
I am
Yet I am not
My words travel beyond myself
I am made up of small and large
Sometimes broken discarded pieces

I am not
Who you think I am
I am one who lives between the spaces
Of those words you choose to describe me with
Perceptions gleaned
Through abbreviated sentences
Those moments I bored you with my existance
You were too busy being yourself
How could you ever know me

I am the one who can see
For I am a watcher
I am present in the silence
I am quiet
Do not confuse silence with weakness
I am who I choose to be
I am not a slave to the trivial
I am not one confined by convention
Those things I am supposed to strive for
They hold no allure for me

I am a free man
Free to think as I think
My thoughts remain my own
For your questions rarely greet my ears
When they do
I answer
I am willing
Yet you are unable to hear
For you think
You alone hold the answers
So I smile
For if nothing else
I am pleasant
I am polite
I am not thought of as bold
I am to you 
Who you think I am

I am
For a time
What I want to be
Other times
What is expected of me
Sometimes 
What confuses
What limits me
What shrinks
What trancends
What I hope is good for me
I am selfish for generous reasons
I am willing to give lavishly
I am what and who I need to be
Today I am different than yesterday 
Yet at my core
I am still me

I am where I've been placed
For the time I'm needed here
I am at the intersection of belonging and alone
I am temporary and eternal
I am living where angels fear to tread
For I am human
I am flawed
I am willfully questioning God
I am on the verge of disappearing
Only Jesus truly knows who I am
He knows where my thoughts travel
How I have used who I am
To coerece others
To see me 
As different than I am
More perfect
Less fearful 
Confident
Insightful
So I say
Here I am
Naked
Exposed to your elements
Willing to risk it all
Here and now

Will you look close
Ask me your questions
Reserve your judgement
I am meant to be
Here and now
For in knowing who I am
You can begin to discover 
Who you are!

For Frank Herrera's " I Am" contest.


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Your Words

Your words,
are projectiles
dripping with Arsenic
and aimed at my heart
spitting out darts and swords 
that expertly find their mark
and draw blood

Your words,
when aimed at others
are carried by Pixies
and sprinkled 
with honey and sugar coatings
that melt in their ears
and taste of confection

Your words,
cloak me in pain and guilt
for undone atrocities
and imagined factors
as your blame
riddles my soul
causing it to
prune, wither, and crust

Your words,
accusing, spiteful, degrading, malicious
paintings of what I once thought
was an indestructible bond of Love
that no one 
should be able to destroy

and yet
you do so
with your words.

I've no soul left
no appetite for your touch
no desire to want for anything

except

to become deaf
so I will no longer
have to listen to

your words


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Souls Aria...

Not as dainty as
        daffodils
swaying in the breeze

Or quite as rough 
            as lightning
that slashes somber skies

Maybe not as tender
as a precious child
           Unspoiled...

The diamond 
           of my essence....
It has many sides....

Rather crooked
             imperfect
    (Yin and yang)
   
        A little tough
        (it had to be)

       A little tangled
      (slightly broken)

Softer than some
        the core of me
Much more loving
        Than people see

Always striving for honesty

Worshipping the trees....

A lover of his hands
That shaped my heart....

His wisdom felt in me

Inside his oceans
see my soul

Within the sand
feel my psyche

Racing with his wind....
The stinging 
    breathless wind....
See and feel my soul
      
       E'lan Vital

   Reflections of me

Inside my daughter
      with her tender smile
Pieces of my life force

Her eyes, her heart
     Her laughter...
      More of me
Songs of my soul

My soul...
a painting from God above
With pink and red
               and hurt and love

Tattered and bruised
Sometimes abused

Amazing in the strength
       that he gave to me
With crystal light
         he sets me free

Colors and shades
         of silver and blue

He washes me clean
        and my soul is new

Hear my song...souls aria...


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Pending Storm (To Inspire)

As I walked along the shore 
With thoughts that brought an emptiness to a heart 
That once beat within the soul of a young sailor 
At one with the elements
Without mercy 
As though seeking vengeance for an unnamed wrong
And again I felt the chill of another battle looming
In the distance 
But a smile lashed out gripping a face
That knew that the taste of victory was mine 
Seeing only the beauty
Of the ocean and 
Feeling her  strength 
As my legs carried me toward
The eye of the pending storm.



Thank you Larisa for the inspiration.


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Dreaming for Reality

The wind serenaded me today,
telling me of her tales
but I refused to listen,
intent on dreaming was I...

The sun visited me today,
basking me in his warmth
but I gave him the cold shoulder,
intent on dreaming was I...

The trees danced for me today,
twirling their leaves in unison
but I swept them away,
intent on dreaming was I...

twilight welcomed the night

and yet I still dreamed...

of a world 
where children played freely,
under the sun and skies,
amidst trees

how I longed for that world,
but I was too stubborn to live in it...

intent on dreaming was I...




**words and actions must go hand in hand**

December 31, 2009--hmm one of my last poems of the year! Written for Constance's contest
:) happy 2010 everyone!


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These ribbons I tie as you leave

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.


Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium. 
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone. 

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
eleven 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral.  

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.


Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. 

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

Grey- 
for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets. 




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A Collapsing Yippie

It seems like everybody around me has forgotten,
they're stuck on a thought again,
saying alot and whining more.
Preying on their own self-doubts,
they have so much,
yet see so little.
so stubborn.
Can't they see that 64 inch TV,
or feel the beating of the jets in their hot tub ?
They measure their lives too much,
they have fallen into the "Great American Dream Sham"
as my friend "Chad Williams Lowther" would say !
Its a ruse,
an antidote,
so they can make changes in their lives which they normally wouldn't do,
because they lack the strength and insight,
so they get stuck in their minds.
Wheels spin,
tears fall,
marriages crumble
and the damn kids are really suffering,
cause they don't have the latest video gizmo box.
Thoughtless over-reactions of self- abuse,
much like an addict who is never satisfied.
"The Great American Dream Sham" sucked them in,
they forgot,
macroni and cheese,
kool-aid,
saturday morning cartoons and matinees.
All replaced by todays goals and desires,
which are masquerading as tired souls trying to find solice,
stuck in "the Great American Dream Sham"
and now saying all there is to say,
Hail, Hail to me 
and all who are free,
all who go their own way
and all who see though it !




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Unfettered Words

Sometimes between the lines,
trembles the hallows of unspoken goodbyes,
expectant and charged, like a theater scene,
in the moments before the curtain rises.

In the dream that I've had,
I am southward bound, so it must  be early autumn.
Someone has turned a giant dimmer switch,
and the sky is grayer.....
Wild thorn-berries have been picked, all the branches are bare, 
the gutters are filling, and evenings are long.
Through the limbs of knotted trees, 
a sun flitters between light and shadow.

Leaves are adrift, disturbed,
littering the  twilight sky
with unfettered words,
clamoring against the leadlight of a window,
pleading to be heard.

Somehow, the leaves are swept away,
by a bridled hesitation.
No summer aria has been sung,
and the words go unsaid.
Leaves fall to the ground,
and the light leaves the world.

The red velvet drape descends,
leaving unfettered leaves, and unsaid words, adrift, in the dark.






______________________________________________
7/29/14
For The Contest "Vibrant Verse"  Sponsored By Charlotte Puddifoot


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I Am


I am here but only briefly, 
a believer in today, tomorrow
and ever after. I am a blustery wind
shaking the foundation and a gentle 
breeze rustling the leaves.
I am an observer of the beautiful, 
graceful, awkward and absurd,
feeling like a spy amongst
voices and visions, kinetic energy,
filling the spaces between footsteps
and the void between us.   
I am an over thinker, one woman,
always wondering, waiting 
for the rain on a sunny day.
I often remind myself:
I am not the center of this world or any other.
Still, I must find my place even when 
circumstances change. I do not like change.
Like a sturdy oak, I am rooted and earthy,
but sometimes…I want to spread my wings
and land on a rugged mountaintop.
I am a rock star yearning to ramble 
from city to city, finding solace
in a sea of faces. Oh, to just get lost in the 
music and crowds would be sublime!
I am passionate on the inside, 
reserved on the outside –
complex in all my contradictions -
a broken child with shattered dreams
yet I still find hope in each sunrise and
peace with each sunset.
I am always searching for more time,
just one stolen moment to take a deep breath.
I am forgiving and want to be forgiven.
I am a nurturing mother. 
My sons are my reason to get out of bed
when I’d rather hideaway.
My sons are my joy (both scream
for me right now). 
I am a juggler, trying to keep
all my balls in the air, and also 
absentminded for obvious reasons. 
I am a woman who loves to be loved –
complex in all my contradictions.
I am not that different than you.
We all just want to feel connected.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Frank Herrera’s I Am Contest, 11/5/14


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Around The Corner

around the corner...just! light brilliant...trees freshly brushed... a breeze meandering through the grass... a baby blue sky, an occasional cloud shaped and reshaped, ...a waterfall roars like a lion...its spray soft as a lamb. around the corner...Just a lovers breath against my neck...a lover's lies, an ego lift...a seat on that pedestal men dream of... a bold kiss...an us in a crowd...a lazy summer day outdoor chairs...an overhead fan, an open door around the corner...Just, rollerblades...a mountain bike, a jaunt in the park, a movie house...a why not...an invigorate, a swim in a freezing cold lake... a restaurant night...an evening walk, a club... dancing...karaoke...being a little wild... so many images paint my mind... bittersweet  ...my thoughts march one by one to want something so bad  to fear it at the same time Just around the corner  I get back my life, just... Around the corner  the loss of a life,  just around the corner... yes I need to do that now, yes I can wait longer yet... responsible for her... consumes the life I knew the actors, the stage, the lights, the set, the techs, a play, my life flow...directing stage. Just around the corner my life waits for me impatiently Just...! Around that same corner, death waits for her patiently Be careful what you wish for... Around the corner...just around the corner two tears wait for me one joyous...one mournful  Around the corner I want to be Around the corner wait for me  not yet, caring for my mother...still she lives, I can wait,  I can wait...
10~13~2014 Sponsor: Francine Roberts Contest Name: Around the Corner ...


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The Words That flow Through My Pen

Sometimes, life has no reason unlike the seasons
It aimlessly drifts with the wind
We find ourselves in places of unfamiliar faces
Bathing in the shadows of sin
Our souls become lost up in the holocaust
That once was a beautiful life
Like a ship drifting upon the tide we bang and then we ride
The white horse straight into death
Into a giant black hole we dive in with our soul
Until we have nothing left
We then fall prey to our host who spreads butter on our toast
Our habits take over our lives
Everything we hold dear falls with one last tear
Into the darkness of night
Tired and defeated all our hope is depleted
Because we have nothing left to lose
Sometimes the storm passes as slow as molasses
Left frozen somewhere in the snow
Then our red eyes run dry with no tears left to cry
As we admit, I’d rather be dead
If you have a desire to live right, please take heed of my plight
And know that it’s never to late
Soon as you give it away find your knees and pray
You will find the comfort of home
And all of the disgrace will fall off of your face
Like the leaves that fall off the tree
And just like the bare tree soon you will see
Life is reborn in the spring
Like a warm days cool breeze, God fills us with his ease
And through him we find some peace
One day at time the trials all unwind
As the jigsaw falls into place
As everything gets better we become one with the weather
And the seasons suddenly become our friend
Our lives suddenly fly past, because we want to make them last
Like an ice-cream on a really hot day 
We are overcome with the obligation to tell of our salvation
Remembering all of those left behind
Some will find their way, others all we can say
Is Lord, we truly did our best
Dear Lord we write for your glory, telling our stories
That we would rather keep hid on the shelf
Our desire is to aspire so we can rise ever higher
With the words that flow though our pen
Giving of ourselves becomes our greatest wealth
As our souls become one with the Son
No high could be higher than faith and desire
Knowing we have been born again
One day we will stand before the gates that shall open to our fate
As heaven welcomes us in
We will look down on this earth, spirits of a new birth
Watching over the seeds that we spread
Knowing their lives were made better, because we were able to weather
The storm that raged through night 
Until the day I become shadows and dust I'll forever trust
The words that flow through my pen



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At the Edge

White wake trails the festive party boat
Beach dweller eyes with envy
     Lonely fate
          Cactus on desert sand
               Not even parasites invade
                    Needles repel everything, everyone

Never to exchange vows
Give birth, spoil grandchildren
Endless nights tossing in a king-size bed
     No king
          Eternity in a cocoon
               Years pass
                     Hopes dim

Friends complain
Messy husbands, custody battles
No custodians seek empty hearts
     She beckons the sun to set
          Prays to reach heaven’s gate
               ‘Fore it rises again
                    Shedding light on pain

Enduring dread
Puffs of smoke from burnt-out life
Climb and dissipate
     No last will
          No legacy bestowed
               Memories of her life
                    Rest only in souls who have passed



Entry for PD's emotional poem contest


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LOVE at FIRST SIGHT

Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."


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Lessons Learned from Trees

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

                                                             ~A Rambling Poet~



A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like 
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.

The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
seemingly commiserating
with me

I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
--cutting, rough--
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
a reminder
that not everything 
is sunlight and blooms

I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
just sighing

For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
thoughts eroding
to nothingness

...until I open my eyes
to Wonderment

The trees above me 
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
breaking through,
shimmering, dappling
my cold being

Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits 
surrounding me

These trees 
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for 
that light,
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
of heaven...
of capturing 
its light,
using it,
feeding off from it,
in order to 
give back to others

some of them stumble
yet most of them
succeed

I am humbled.
I am awed.

Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
temporary darkness
from the light,
I look up again
and realize
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...

little sparks
that set off
a chain reaction
of life




--June 11-12 (2011)


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Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


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Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


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Suncatcher --recited

A visitor— icicle fingers tapping on my windows' pain— white blanket in tow Hurting enough, I paid him no mind so he kept tap, tap, tapping ‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared: a final, gentle tap shatters my windows My rainbow world now smothered, pallid, forced into boredom and slumber, sunlight chased away and I am never the same again… Soul gets plunged deep in the cold blinded by whiteness, numbed with simplicity there is an eerie stillness, almost as if no one dared to breathe, even the barren trees refused to quiver brittle dendrites seem to claw the sky futile though, for they are frozen, grasping at nothingness, clouds stubborn and stoic, brooding in silent grayness …and then from within, a filigreed whisper escapes palpable and brave~ it weaves its way through the branches, gathering strength wherever it went it beckons to the sky, which in turn gives in and celebrates ~ letting dainty confetti fall white, yet amazingly graceful each flake falls softly on the ground— a fashionable brocade trees softly sway now, and dance to a winter song the sky weeps with happiness for seeing a glimpse of life— diamond teardrops they catch a bit of evasive sunlight, of which I thought I’ve lost and give birth to miniature rainbows… all this time, Sunlight was there I just never knew how to catch it.
an audio of me reciting this poem http://www.4shared.com/music/Q_tqp2LEba/suncatcher.html?#


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The Black Boomerang

The word’s speaker and listener would hear 
Cackling, 
Not from one another, 
But from a burning Sixo; 
They would feel
As though
A noose was choking 
Their voices 
Before they could even tell 
Themselves to “rest in peace”; 
They would see 
The bullets
That rushed, 
Jealously, 
Into the bodies of intelligent black heroes and heroines; 
They would taste 
The blood 
That could have filled all the courtrooms 
Where racist murderers were not convicted; 
They would smell 
The human 
Waste of those treated like human waste –
A stench strong enough to make some jump 
Ship just for a breath of fresh air, 
Before the waters 
Then enslaved them …. 
These effects may sound 
Insane 
But are they any more 
Out
Rage
Us 
Than our current 
Usage of the “n”- word? 
That is, 
Many of us would say nothing 
If a black friend declared, 
“A ______ will never become the President of the United States of America ….” 
To be honest, 
I even agree 
With the essence of this statement. 
For only a full black man or woman 
Will 
Eventually 
Become 
The President. 
Thankfully, 
That still leaves all black people in the running.


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Children of the Divine Wind

Many times the ocean has saved Nippon, pearl of the sea, an oceanic symbiosis a speck in a fecund see. The dikes of man such miniscule plans to hold back the tide. The throngs, each and all crawl across the thin skin of volcanic soil or rise with in the hump-backed alps of remnant cones. Yet, the sea rises to reclaim its own scour the pallet of man, refine, burnish melt, reform. With pen and sword kanji drawn, samurai born with knife and bone entrails torn, honor tested tested by the hand of He, tested and found worthy. The children of the Divine Wind rise above the tsunami, as one, unbowed.


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I Walk on Water

I walk on water. . . 
I feel the coolness of the
Rolling waves splash
Beneath my feet.
I watch the sun sprinkle
Diamonds across the sea.
I float above the clouds
And feel the radiant warmth
Of the sun bless my body.

I feel the power of the wind
Caress or twist and break
Anything into submission.
I rise above the towering Alps—
Snow capped and pristine.
I enjoy a fragile flower sharing
The faint scent of heaven.
I know the Sequoias, ever growing.
I blend with verdant pastures and
Serene rolling hills in misty rain.

I know the secrets of the
Deep dark abyss.
I sense the moon’s tenderness 
And share in her emotions.
I flow with the clever rivers
Seeking new exciting paths.
I form a rainbow in waterfalls.
I am free to be the wind, the earth, 
The sea, when all you see is me.

© 2010 Connie Marcum Wong


Note:
I am only inferring I am one with nature in this poem.


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In Perfect Equilibrium: A Collaboration with Chris :D Aechtner

             An inner earthquake rattles him again
             as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
             Can he too, hide his halo as such?
             Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
             wishing he could take it off
             He trembles...must he embrace darkness to know of love?
 
Sun breaks over the mountain range,
her obsidian skin absorbing the light.
If her body is like a canvas of night,
could she reach within herself,
beyond the horns and hooves
and find her own hidden sunrise, deep inside?
 
             The darkness is more reassuring
             than he could have ever imagined-
             something to truly weigh his goodness against, 
             in a finely-tuned balancing act.
             And as the stars can help guide a lost soul,
             he too possesses a true north within.
 
Oddly enough, she welcomes the radiance,
such a stark contrast to what she has been used to-
rays drip into her like ink diffuses in water, 
a momentary burst of chaotic brilliance,
followed by an even stillness. 
She cannot escape it, becoming a part of her.
 
             The rooster crows for the third time,
             so he opens his eyes to this daybreak,
             emerald mountains shimmering in the morning light.
             Through abysmal depths, he arises and now realizes
             Darkness comes as the light falls, it is inevitable...
             yet Light also takes over that darkness.
 
With the thickening dusk,
clouds turn into amethyst ribbons.
The day's warmth thawed a part of her
that was kept frozen and dead for eons.
Now, she would do everything in her power
to keep it pulsing--to keep it alive.
 
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

             Upon watching them, sheer fascination takes over....
             Even though these two are on different paths,
             they had both achieved a similar transformation,
             as if neither was an agent for one side, or the other.
             Not any longer.
             And how their auras shone
             ....in perfect equilibrium.





**082011**



Opposites: angel/daemon; sunrise/sunset :)


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When the Tab Comes Due

Frail humans we are and mistakes are made, but there will be a time to pay for pain inflicted on others. Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above, baggage like an albatross around our necks -- cast it aside. Commit to offering kind words, compassion to all, bestowing brotherly love. Make amends when possible for harmful acts, even negative thoughts, and promote harmony. When we stand at heaven’s gate, we’ll not be asked about material possessions, but how much love we gave. The prince and the pauper will be judged as equals when the tab comes due.
*Entry for Paula’s “How Due You Dew” contest Written September 8, 2011


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Drifting Apart

different drumbeats, separate Lives he inhales the wind song, a static cling to yesterday held in his heart until his melody fades life, love, hope circle the drain aging realist at one with his pain love’s last aria, a melancholy oboe resigns with setting sun when two are no longer one, the chasm widens between haunting roars tribal drums on opposite shores
*For Brian's "2, 4, 6, 8" contest


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In Perfect Equilibrium: A collaboration with nikko palmario

    An inner earthquake rattles him again
    as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
    Can he too, hide his halo as such?
    Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
    wishing he could take it off
    He trembles...must he embrace darkness to know of love?

Sun breaks over the mountain range,
her obsidian skin absorbing the light.
If her body is like a canvas of night,
could she reach within herself,
beyond the horns and hooves
and find her own hidden sunrise, deep inside?

    The darkness is more reassuring
    than he could have ever imagined-
    something to truly weigh his goodness against,
    in a finely-tuned balancing act.
    And as the stars can help guide a lost soul,
    he too possesses a true north within.

Oddly enough, she welcomes the radiance,
such a stark contrast to what she has been used to-
rays drip into her like ink diffuses in water,
a momentary burst of chaotic brilliance,
followed by an even stillness.
She cannot escape it, becoming a part of her.

    The rooster crows for the third time,
    so he opens his eyes to this daybreak,
    emerald mountains shimmering in the morning light.
    Through abysmal depths, he arises and now realizes
    Darkness comes as the light falls, it is inevitable...
    yet Light also takes over that darkness.

With the thickening dusk,
clouds turn into amethyst ribbons.
The day's warmth thawed a part of her
that was kept frozen and dead for eons.
Now, she would do everything in her power
to keep it pulsing--to keep it alive.
__________________________________________


    Upon watching them, sheer fascination takes over....
    even though these two are on different paths,
    they had both achieved a similar transformation,
    as if neither was an agent for one side, or the other.
    Not any longer.
    And how their auras shone
    ....in perfect equilibrium.







*nikko palmario wrote stanzas: 1, 4, 5
I(Chris D. Aechtner)wrote stanzas: 2, 3, 6
We both wrote stanza #7

Opposites: Angels and Daemons/Sunrise and Sunset


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'A Thousand Steps'


A thousand steps in between 
who I was and who I am now 
do I wonder about the detours? 
do I wish I took the dirt road instead? 

Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes? 
Would the worries have been less then what they are today? 

I guess I’ll never know, 
unless I go back in time 
choose a different path 
choose the least attractive offer and run with it

pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be 
‘cause I would not have met you 
and you would not be reading these words.... 

Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan, 
it may not be my ideal plan or yours 
but in the end the voyage continues 
whether we want to or not…

‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture 
and 
in that image is your life and mine... 

We just got to embrace the journey 
no matter how uncertain it might be...


130720111340

Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place


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Wounded

Come and gone like small twister like the cloud of debris he’s left. Echoes of Charlie Brown’s buddy Pigpen blow through the cobwebs in memory. Left over coffee cups replacing Transformers still dumped in the attic. Reams of knarley skateboards, wheel-less, lay in piles like so much unburnable refuse. The obligatory hugs and peck, over and done the never paid chauffeur collapses… Ah, to have him always near, So, each kiss was not quite so dear. The last fair maid on parade has wandered across the home front, wondering about her predecessor, still tacked with magnets to the fridge, still part of my heart and his… Sons…they say, do not cause such angst. Couldn’t prove it by this mother. This maternal blimp of unused helium was not permitted a girl child. One did come and fleetingly leave before formed. We’ll never know the sweetness of her. Let the image of his manly self disperse, this son.. into the mist as his Father’s has… to be remembered again, only in times of need, his need, for to do anything else, would be to rub salt in an open wound.
Poet: D. Guzzi *the day after Christmas


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Faces Of Loneliness

The routine ride home from a neighboring town, seemed different today.  
As I glanced at the dirty, sandy spot left on the usually spotless black leather seat beside me,
I felt almost ashamed of the warm smile that crossed my face..
But that's how I felt.
Content some how.......
No radio blaring as usual. Just thinking of Ernie and his stories.
Wondering what that look was, I saw deep in his eyes.
Scared eyes..yet not scary. Eyes that had seen too much maybe, who couldn't seem to find home.

The cardboard sign simply said east. He was sitting atop a dirty, dark roll of gathered belongings at the only stop light in town. It was one of those sunrises that make you feel small. Pinks..purples..glassy blue..sun rays shooting through scattered clouds like golden fingers pointing straight to heaven. As I sat waiting for the light to change, I noticed this guy noticed it too!  I don't see many hitchhikers in our small town and the words pounded into my head since birth kept ringing over and over.  Never talk to strangers...don't do it!

Ernie is sitting next to me holding his dirty rolled up bag protectively in his lap and 
I'm at the drive through at McDonald's. Three sausage biscuits please..I take mine and hand the bag to Ernie who looked like a skeleton lost under layers of old wrinkled clothes.  Kind, hollow eyes thank me as he rolls the top of the bag down tightly and asks if he can please save his for later.  I can't speak and hope he doesn't notice tears running down my cheeks. He must , for he breaks the silence by telling me of his years on the road, although I didn't ask. He speaks intelligently of the sights and places I've always intended to visit some day. His words bring to life the adventures of meeting all kinds of people - good and bad - all over the country, but Ernie didn't tell me why he lived life on the road.

Later, he shook my hand and said goodbye.
As he stood there, that last look we shared..he smiled - I cried.
I thought I was going to help a lonely man, but he helped me........

©Donna Jones
10-16-2013


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Tiny Fractures of Death

As the clock ticks on,
the soul
encounters 
tiny fractures of death

hairline cracks
seemingly invisible, superficial
yet they run deep

one
      more
          word

one 
      more
          look

one
     more
        reason

to
         S    h   a  t   t  e    R 


and 
nothing
matters
anymore

Nothing.







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Again, and again

The doubt and anger are here again
No surprise, my new friend
Believed I could keep it all away
Now it’s about to steal me away
Come steal me away. Again, and again

Why can’t I change the parts I hate? Stupid, lying beautiful face

Hearts are craters, deep as wells
Fill them up and hold on well
Sand and mud, the liquid seeps
Dirty tears and sorrows creep
Creep in to swallow me. Again, and again

Why can’t I change the parts I hate? Stupid, lying beautiful face

Told you, I told you. Remember I did?
This time it was raw, nothing I hid
Unacceptable loathing and regret
Nothing to explain, at least not yet
You will see though. Again, and again

Why can’t I change the parts I hate? Stupid, lying beautiful face

Consuming distraction, love that I know
It’s dying already with no place to go
You won’t agree and you won’t see
It will never be enough for me
You will hate me so. Again, and again

Why can’t I change the parts that I hate? Stupid, lying beautiful face

Let me go, for I am already gone
I’m sorry to make you believe this long
Hopeless rage, directed at you
Walls constructed to block the view
But you will still want me. Again, and again.

I can’t change the parts I hate, and I’ll never be happy again. Again


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Your Guardian Angel

Walk this road with me by your side; never will I lead you astray. Yes, it’s I who whispers to you, sometimes nudging you to change course. When you're headed in the wrong direction, I strive to offer input: “What if you put your life in God’s hands and let Him choose the path you take." I’m here in the afterlife, waiting to escort you through Heaven’s gate. Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to myself, so silently I attempt to guide you. When you were born, I was charged with your fate. Help me succeed, just as I strive to assist you. You may think of me as your conscience, your mentor, but I know Who sent me to make life’s journey with you. Sometimes you make my task difficult, yet just like you, I am no quitter. Try if you must to put me on the shelf when temptation is overpowering. You will fail in this effort; I won’t let you turn away from me. I’m the shadow you cannot see, your guardian angel, holding eternal life’s key.
* Written for Paula’s “Who Am I” contest.


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LONELINESS

LONELINESS

(Message of hope dedicated to all those that have been through such an excruciating experience.)


Loneliness:
Painful
Agonizing
Merciless 
Unbearable solitude,
When you are present, Time immobile 
Remains
And
Each second an eternity of intolerable 
Suffering becomes 

At such moments,
We implore Time to advance,
To accelerate his pace
To hurry up
For
The next second to come
The next minute 
The next hour
The next day 
So as 
The pain to decrease
Our agony to lessen
And us to be liberated from distress
From our affliction and from 
Our ordeal
But Time – a sadist- unmoved stays 
Mocking us 
And 
Instead of picking up speed he 
Is dragging his leaden feet, enjoying thus himself with
Our perpetual torture,
Hence we,
Disappointed by Time's unhurried stance,
Absorbed by his immobility, 
Let ourselves sink deeper and deeper into our hopelessness,
Till we reach the deepest point of 
Our being,
A place void of all thoughts, 
Of absolute silence and of intense 
Suffering!

We wish to shout
To scream
To yell 
To howl 
But 
No voice is possible to be heard 
No-one is there to listen to our call of distress 
And then
In the darkest hour of solitude, 
At the culminating point of desolation,
When we thought all is lost, we realize to our surprise, that
We are not alone,
WE WERE NEVER ALONE! 
A tenant is there with us, 
A tenant, beyond the limits of ourselves,
Of our understanding,
Of our awareness,  
A tenant who looks at us with affection
With compassion and most of all 
With love,
Unconditional love, 
True Love,
Yes, it is HIM
The ONE and ONLY
HE who was there before us 
And 
Will be here into eternity 
After we are gone: GOD HIMSELF!

We look at His Holy visage and we discern an 
Apologetic expression for 
Having put us through this tribulation so as to be able to make
HIS presence to us known!
He had tried before to approach us on
Many occasions 
During the period of our good fortune,
Of our successes and of our achievements
But
We had ignored HIS calls at that time,
You see, we didn’t need any help then 
For
We thought everything was our doing
Under our firm control 
And
That we were INVINCIBLE!
 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
      13 JUNE 2013
 


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I Am



I am one speck in the vast sands of the earth
One voice, one heart, one tongue that speaks
                 One cry in the wilderness.....

I am many things to many people..
I am daughter, sister, mother and friend
                 Lover and supplicant ...

I am all the faces of human kind
I am strong, weak, peaceful and angry
                I am man at his best and worst..

I am few in numbers if truth be told
I am a vessel from which words are poured
                I am a poet......
                


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Secrets of the Stream

~ Impatient, are the waters, that ripple in the stream Taking no notice of one all alone They continue to flow, to swirl, twist and turn They pay no attention, think nothing of me As I sit here to ponder, to write and compose ~ Deep in the stones, lie dark secret longings Old stories of those, who sat on the bank Like me, finding hallows to gather and think I'm called by the breezes to capture the prose Inspired by nature, words flow from creation Written to cast, like leaves on the water ~ The cattails that rattle, the cinnamon fern The willows that lean, each twig bends to listen Before me, were others who sat in the sun On the mossy green bank of the waters that know... Watching each ripple from precipice high With stories, of heartache, and reasons to cry ~ Cavorting blue ribbons, hiding the answers Splashing and laughing, no time for my questions I lean my hand over, to calm the swift partings Cold water runs swiftly, and it stays in command It runs through my fingers, like life on a journey Secrets it carries, and onward it goes… Taking no notice of one all alone ~
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If You Are Lonely

If you are lonely watch the birds 
In their freedom of flight--
Feel the warmth of the sun 
Kiss your cheeks and smile
Visit the shore and listen to 
The waves sing sweet songs
Close your eyes and smell the 
Fragrant flowers of spring
Transport yourself through 
Time’s great abyss 
In memories of streams that 
Flow with a youthful glow. . .
Dive in pools of aqua waters 
Through your mind’s eye
Delight in the breezes playful 
Mood as the trees sway in tune
Listen to the purr of a 
Contented cat in your lap
Write a letter to yourself 
And promise to answer. . . 
Better yet write a poem, 
One that will linger long
In someone’s lonely mind.


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In A Meadow

.

I can feel the breath of violin, upon my face ~ The fluttering wings of fingers playing, 'A Lark Ascending' In sweet release, I close my eyes, and drift away to inner peace ~ All strife takes flight, the music takes me to a meadow growing…. Two clarinets, in soft duet …..are timeless, ageless, knowing I'm standing still, in waving grass, a cello plays a soft breeze blowing I weave and sway…the music plays …a french horn makes sweet love to me As if a lark, I leave the ground, upon the lilting sound, and fly away…
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by the Classical composition, "A Lark Ascending" Composed by Vaughn Williams


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Anxious Dissolution

IV

A soul was broken to make room
For dusty halls and labyrinths.
A gossamer, nylon bed-sheet shroud
Enwraps the remnants of that mind.
And no excuses can be made; 
This disease does not justify that one.
I do not sleep deeply, I do not wake easily,
I dream of cities built on sand,
Next to the swelling sea.
Oh, they should have lasted.
Why should they fall?
I dream of timber horses,
Brought between those city walls.
We should have known; we should have known better.

III

But, I am not an honest mystic;
Beware what you ask of me.
I will show truths within the liar's tapestry.
But, you will not believe; no, you cannot believe.

II

I howled for my motherland
When the mutiny began.
I heard the cry of treason; heard the cry and ran.
I saw blood be spilled,
Some of it my own, then
Felt the rest boil, that this could happen in my home.
I saw the battle through, until the very end,
Then wished the traitors pardoned,
Because they were my friends.

I

I cannot tell the difference
Between the sleeping and the dead,
So, I will dole out blankets, and keep the kettle on.
The streets are cracked and dirty,
And they all appear the same:
Shattered glass and roofing tacks
Where I place my bare and weary feet.
I don't want to go on.
But, I must rebuild; I must rebuild.
I have no grass to lay,
The trees and flowers will not grow,
So, I shall use nothing, but mortar, brick, and stone.
It's not the same; it is not the same,
But, I shall call it home.


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Probing the Unconscious Space

If the unbearable lightness of being has pushed you to the brink of catastrophic meltdown,
walk to the edge of our flat two-dimensional existence 
and take a leap of faith...

You may drift through space for quite some time
eyeing the stars, the planets, the galaxies
that make up the great and boring universe beyond.

Eventually you'll come across darker, scarier territory,
unseen with the naked eye
yet comprising 95% of all matter,
and all that matters,
otherwise known as the unconscious.

Some day you'll feel safer in the void, 
more secure,
at peace.

With not one mirror in sight to reflect your self concept,
everything and nothing make perfect sense here,
for they are one and the same.

You are the only observer
of man's true final frontier
and his one and only mystery.


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Who Will I Follow

So many ask me to follow them
through rusty gates and broken doors
Where will I be led
whom shall I follow
Are their directions better than my own?
Will I lead myself down the garden path?
confusion
Perplexed by messages
What will satisfy?
Is there meaning to life?
Blind guides speak loudly
painting pretty pictures on my mind
Enticing me with their magic
They speak like they know
They want me to see what they think they see
It is so close
just over the next horizon
Purpose, serenity
Being at one with the universe
Peace, love, understanding
I pick up a book
It warns me
there is but one way
Directed to the only Son 
A gift from the Father
The creator of all things
Earthly wisdom to be ignored
become as a little child
The opposite of all that I had known
A single narrow path
I am slowly guided along
no longer alone
I know who I will follow
I am on the road to home




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Soul, Breeze, Echo

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                             Absolve the sound
                             its reflection, my repetition:
                             I came slave — flame
                             with the wind — blind

                             Mud in footprint — faint		
                             To place bricks in a row — I owe	
                             To bend over backwards			
                             To forget — I sweat
				
                             Don't say a word — sword			
                             allow me — free				
                             to light the moon — soon				
                             from the period to which all belong

                             I could have done some more
                             Don't say a word — unheard			
                             allow me — knee
                             a mark burned in my tongue — dung

                             I sold myself to the future
                             wound and suture				   
                             and I stayed slave
                             as an aimless compass — impasse

                             a weathervane in a storm			
                             So did youth — truth				
                             So do tears — fears 
                             I couldn't keep trying

                             I ought to have been inside out —shout!
                             Don’t say a word — it’s absurd
                             allow the breeze to sneeze 
                             my dust — my lust

                             When will the end end?
                             My hands so poor — pure
                             through every pore — gore			
                             will you close the door? — sore?
		
                             At least ... at most ... at last
                             will you bury me?
                             because, leave? — live?
                             I can't ... I can't ...












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'Sober thoughts'


You know how I sometimes wish life would be easier then I realize with easy comes self reliance and we can’t depend on ourselves the air that we breathe comes from somewhere - a higher power that power decides whether we stop breathing or continue living so if your days feel like it’s getting tougher if you feel all your strength has deserted you it has not; you still have the ability to think you can still embrace what life offers you even if its heartache, tough times, difficult people somewhere out there someone would take all your difficult moments just to experience life in all its facets
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Sitting with the Moon

I will sit on the porch, with the August moon
      The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon
         ... softly humming to make me smile                                *
                        In soothing rhythm, all the while
                            while shadowed moonlight knows our tune

A lonely owl, and then a lark,
    calls out to me, within the dark
          Starlight glistens, this peaceful night,
                      while the moon and I,  together, listen                                   *

How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze
   The falling leaves around me curl,
                            to fall asleep beneath the trees

I'll make a wish, and close my eyes
          and drink the splendid moonlit night

            I will sit with the moon for awhile....
                 while keeping me company, with its gentle light....

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      *                              *          
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Where Fools Rush In

This is where I come to cry....
I hold my breath, my mouth is dry
with dreadful words too hard to tell

This is where I come to kneel
The grave where flesh and stone and steel
lie fused as one
A shrine we mourn and shed our tears
and pray for peace
to One who hold the earth in place

The sound of pain blows in the wind
I lift my eyes up high, to Him
and, there I see where dark wings flew
We did not know the world would fall 
It came to pass where there is hate 
we learned too late to change the end

The smoke will drift as new winds blow
Where does it go, those waves of war?

No one knows ....the time, ..the place, or when, 
but it will come, and that is sure
once more with shores to seek and scores to keep
 ....and then, and then, and then, ....
more will weep!...Will it be here... will it be there? 
Will there be war, on far off shores?
Or at our door?
War for them, and war for us, and one by one, and on and on, it goes and goes 
There is the rush to win a race, of war and pain, and war will gain and gain,
to rain more tears .. 
How will it end...?   The end of man...?  Is that our fate...?

Bow down the heart, for man has made a rule of war
Bow down the heart, for man has made us fools for war
Will sun and moon and stars look down, and look for proof ...
                                                               of why the world went  ......poof ?  



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Dandilion

Youth..... Watch this girl... she has her eyes on a rising dandelion sprouted in high grass, a pensive girl, weaving her way through the fields, looking past weeds to her future, making her way through a maze of thistle solitude, on Saturday afternoons, down hallways and classes on Tuesday, teacher and stranger and parent expectation, she approaches a destination beyond home, clutching the flower to her budding breasts The Elder.... Keep your eyes on her... she is residue of the mute child, now entrusted with a knowing mind and well worn shoes, still clutching the flower to her breast... She peers through pages of old photos, scratching through scraps of half-heard conversation, seeking some color and clarity with a dim vision of the girl that held a prickly spine of a spent dandelion with compromise and resignation The Dead Unable to mouth a sound, I wish to warn each teacher, each mentor, each censor of the flame... I want to shout: "Watch this girl... who held a weightless flame of windswept dream in her eyes, making her way, mediating between her reality and every longing she ever had... Look back to this girl who has always maintained an unblinking gaze on the white star of dandelion in her hand" _____________________________________________ Carrie Richards 8) "One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star." Loren Eiseley


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Look under my table

Tears bleeding like the 
reddest of a red rose, I 
dream of daydreaming, 
Quiet frost bitten moment
succumbed with desire,

look under my table,

Search the deepest hollow
hole. Wave from the 
mountain without determined 
men, Forecast the love of 
a woman, Chase down thunder,

Look under my table 

Feel the torment of a rat 
in a cage, Imagine the 
book open being able to 
breath, Kick the dust from
the doorway, 

Look under my table, 

Feel the cry of a native
Americans yesterday, check the
chain of a forgotten slave, 
Choose a stage for your 
play, Run from the worry 
of today,

Look under my table,

Chase down the line on the 
page, Tackle the author 
of your life,Look when you 
need it the most, Scream 
in a lifeless library, 
Jump from the smallest 
cloud, Look for the black 
on a white man, Drive 
when you feel lost,  

Look under my table
Look under my table
Look under my table


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Heart Song on a Milk Carton. (reposted)

Wont you find me here?
  Drifting in an expanse of swirling storm
Outstreched fingers graze debris...
         recklessly circling reminders. 
  Stand in the eye with me
     Hold
         This 
             Ground.
 Lick our wounds rebounding
Warriors victoriously smiting circumstance
  leaving wolves discouraged  
    disparaging darkness with insane glee
 Walk here and find me
   Reach out think here

You create me and I construct you
  Piece me in missing places
   Mending voids delicate and knowing
 I slay inherited growths of insecurity
  Stating truths untold to your beautiful ears
    
          Combine
               Know this warmth....
    Let these branches sprawl 
       grow in all directions to withstand walls closing in
  A grand old tree would remain...generations of our eyes
    taking glance from limbs strong and true

You crush my cycle--end it's existence
  I'll destroy your boundary...kill it's constriction
Our tower stronger and rooted
  Yet with loftier cloud grazing height
     lets disorient ourselves in this foreign altitude
                Touch this sky with me
         
             


  


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Lines Written Of A Recurring Ponder

You may not know this,
But sometimes, I sneak 
away from my cynicism,
and see through my vehement
in self loathing, to uncover
the tender optimism of 
my former self, reminiscing
of elated memories, that I
over time, forgot belonged to me,

As I see us, my mind captures the
image, in hopes of warming my 
essence, but the thought of
holding this picture, is inferior
to the risk of learning to smile again,
To smile and relish in a moment
that cannot be willed into reality,
despite the sincerity of a heart's desire,

Secretly, the vision of your beauty
belonging to me, releases melted
fragments of my heart through my 
eyes, I shamefully wipe away such
signs of sorrow, and tell myself you
were "just a girl" but all of me
knows better, for the truth of your
importance is a factor unimaginable,

I cannot tell you that you were the
best of me, created out of prayer,
and wished into reality, or that my
eyes still remain closed until yours
sees sunlight, or that it was your
love alone, which gave me hope,
taught me faith, and filled my being
with the invincibility of a deity,

Such delicate confessions should
remain silent to your ears, and ears
of the world, for within them lies
the truth of a sorrow unseen by humanity,
and the power to allow this elation to
again grant me immortality, an everlasting
life in which I could only agonize over
a paradise unreachable, and the fruitless
fantasy of a raisin in the sun,


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The Butterfly You Cannot See


Once a caterpillar between a dream and reality thought she could be beautiful
~so on she dreamed...
Creating a shell to protect
under the bright new moon

The Cocoon~

Inside she wept
Yet,
A fantastic fantasy of what she would some day be,
The very colors of life upon the the Earth as she struggled to crawl
A slow progression; every day she saw


in a mirrored shell

She dreamed her colors, she connected with divinity
as her memory recalled the sky so blue, the warm sunlight
To the very hope to one day fly
What color? her imagination touched God's heart

One day she emerged through the darkness, the seclusion,
The shell now out grown...she pushed her eloquent wings through
Standing upon a cracked open cocoon,
her wings tested the winds of kindness ~
~ ~
~     ~
Her first flight, she the Miss, fluttering about without direction or care, enjoying the Summer air~ 
   ~       ~
~
The flowers sent scent to comfort, to rest there, she;
in awe of her wings, the colors, they were just as she dreamed!

God Smiled~

I heard of a human tell of her beauty, then suddenenly became sad
Not for the glory upon, but the time as her flight would expire

Yet, tell me, what is time to a butterfly?

When time itself is calculated by man and the stars...
Yes, she and I know the majestics of God's creation that some take for granted

As the stars shine tonight
I think of the butterfly's flight
I know all is right
I know mans's calculations are right
But, somehow, it is not a sadness 
but courage spilled upon the Earth
of the butterfly's rebirth from a worm

I, in all that I am can relate
I embrace, know her way
Once a worm as I, now my colors motivate my flight

Life is so short~


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Word Sage

When all of youth flees and even the whitest eye reddens, rheums, words, fair words, dispel the gloom. When hands are mapped with age and knurled, still, they transform the page, the eye, the cage, for where words flow, the mind goes, to the pristine smiles and the smooth curves which once were yours, your cheek, your neck, your hip. Deny me anything but the word for it’s magic will soon be all that remains of fleeting youth.


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Continual Autumn



Quote 2: "Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent. ~Rumi ~ Old pages torn from ancient trees with sage remarks upon the breeze break silence, one by one Catch them, hold them, before they flee and listen to the past, unseen for strong roots to lean on
............................... For Nette's Contest: Rimee couee: By Carrie Richards 4/20/12


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Clarity

untested waters
 ripple,
 strands of light
 flash in the beauty
 of my mind

---

the past dwelt
 in the corner
 debilitating
 disabling
 untethering,
 I was thrown
 back in time

(bad happens
 to the good
 and the good
 happens to the 
bad)

visiting sins
 replayed in my 
head
 reminding me
 shaming me,
 the circle went
 around

but I remembered
 the dashes of hope
 the splashes of 
love
 all that I had 
shared
 all that I had lost

but going
 round and round
 the strings of 
sanity
 were unbound,
 the white rabbit
 called for me
 reality was paper 
dolls
 burning in the pit 

I held fast
 as the standard 
ripped
 falling into delusion
 I lay in the mire
 for a millennium

clarity returned
 with a song
 the dance of life
 flooded my veins
 my being
 declared whole

---

the clear
 untested waters
 of my mind ripple
 in wonderment,
 today has returned
 with no fear of joy


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The Poet

The Poet

We have been around for thousands of years
Reading our words for kings and queens
and a few people who gathered just to hear us talk.
We lived on the copper coins they could afford
and traveled through the lands writing what 
we saw, dreams and thoughts.
Our words were put to music and made immortal
Others were acted on the stage making
people laugh and cry.
Some words changed the way people thought
and ended hatred between people who
should not feel hate.
People died because they did not realize what
our words could do
Many times a love bogged in fear was loosed
because of a few words we wrote.
God only knows how many children our words
have brought smiles to and how many starting
thinking because of what we wrote.
Why do we do it?
Not to end wars or hatred
Not for the lovers who found each other because of us
Not even for the copper coins people throw
We do it because we love words
We do it to share our feelings
and we do it so that someday maybe someone will read 
our thoughts, dreams and words  and they will be 
remembered long after we are gone.


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A Palindrome called Temptation

A Palindrome, also called Mirrored Poetry, is a poetry type not listed, so I put it under Free Verse.  If anyone finds a better categoy for this please let me know.  Thomas
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Temptation

Temptation
And porn replaced love
Day after day
We are bombarded
Sex and beauty
Objects over heart
Thoughts lustful, confused reality
Isolation supplanted communication
Clouds out move clarity
Facade my life
~Redemption~
Life my facade
Clarity move out clouds
Communication supplanted isolation
Reality confused lustful thoughts
Heart over objects
Beauty and sex
Bombarded are we
Day after day
Love replaced porn and
Temptation


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Lie, Truth, & Reality

I walk above all pain
            risen and relentless 
                       floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present

Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely

This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
     engulfing any new light on unseen horizons

Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
 apprehensive only in love's pursuits
   timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter

This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
     suffocating the man you would love...if you knew


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Stream

Wheels spinning 'round
part the oil-slicked sea,
splashing damage onto new clothes.
Maniacal skeleton behind the wheel,
drives along, already dead,
killed by a futuristic ballistic check.
Sonic boom of the shot
pulls everything free,
stripping down nature to its barest form-
watching the sunrise behind his eyes,
stars fill up the lonely, hollow halls,
decked in fanciful persian rugs,
soiled by muddy shoes of movers
moving backwards,
emptying out the boxes
before hauling them away.
Messy piles of imprints left behind,
press 'stop,' hit 'rewind' and reverse *click* *click*
esrever dna 'dniwer' tih ',pots' sserp
....>>Play>>....
Wheels still spinning 'round
kick up chocking dust from
the unbeaten path of rugged minds,
blowing damage onto new clothes.
Babe of illusions behind the wheel
trying so hard to grow up really fast,
yet towering above the rest
in the form of a 2000 year-old redwood,
cut down and planked-
formed into boats
following the last and final whale song.
Empty skies are full of memories,
mind whirling faster than the shutterframe
trying to outdo a digital messiah.
Darkroom development,
MPD alchemist mixes chemicals,
transmuting greed into a beaded ring-
in an attempt to marry himself
and defy the laws of union
station is packed with people 
pushing and shoving
each other onto the tracks,
staring into the headlights of destiny
roaring in from the underside-
conductor isn't stamping tickets,
but gives them away instead....
....hoping and waiting for someone
to press 'stop,' hit 'rewind' and reverse.
Time to let go and hold on at the same time,
head up high
press >>play.


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Wondrous Kite

She walks away.

Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through 
if ever left unattended,

so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind. 

Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then am I sad
to be here on the ground
or joyful
to be watching the kite
fly? 

In answer, a quivering.

A wisp.

"She will not fall or float away while I hold her thus. 
She will be beautiful for me."

Wondrous.


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Seen Through A Half Glass

Dinner was over an hour ago
Counters wiped clean, dishes are washed and dried
I hold my glass up to the light like a color slide,
and see the world, warped, and blurred through the half glass of rosy wine
It makes everything seem clearer somehow, and sobers my mind

From our long silhouettes, we sit on the lawn, and gaze to the mountains,
                    talking quietly, and sipping the pink chardonnay
                    Dark of the shade seems to drink up the light of day
                    Summer carols being sung by two mourning doves, 
                    are accompanied by a choir of crickets in the dewy grass
                    calling for reverence, in honor of a dying sun

                    Soft voices are lifted in still air
                    The pink light seems to paralyze time.

We have found kindness here, 
                     and somehow the grueling trials of the year
                     seem smaller than they did yesterday

Now the day turns toward the darkness
                     and we have rid our taste of the dry and bitter dust
                     of everything that has been said and done
The north wind shakes the trees
                      and the last leaf that clung so fast and tight
                      releases its grip, and disappears into the dusk
We shall never need to see where it lands 
                      for we  are  forbidden strangers to the dark

Let us remain friends with the light

Let us unclench our old resistance

And after we have finished the last drop of wine
                      we will turn, and go inside
                      and thank our stars
                      for the pungent taste
                      that yet lingers
                      on our tongues

                      in case
                      we might
                      need
                      proof 
                      that some years will harvest a bitter taste....

                      and  
                      some
                      years
                      will
                      harvest
                      a
                      crop
                      blessed
                      by
                      the
                      sun
                      

                      



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The Mighty Oak

                         It was always there, rooted deeply, in my backyard.
                   That mighty oak, it was so beautiful, so noble, and strong.

                                                                   ~~~

  As a child, I would climb up into its arms, and sit there for hours finding comfort.
           It became a part of me, its' spirit ran through me and we were as one.

                                                                   ~~~

   Through the years, as I grew older, I would take my burdens, and sit by my tree, 
                                              And, it would unburden me. 
  
                                             It was my pillar of strength,

                                                                    ~~~

          Now the mighty oak lies toppled. I touch his withered limbs and cry.
               And as his spirit rushes through me, I hear him say goodbye.

                                                                     ~~~

                        And my world is changed for ever; it can never be the same.

                                                  For - tonight my father died.



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Hollow Man

He walked along the barbs of life
Slowly what had filled him 
Drained away
Seeped out upon the ground
Hollowed him
Dried him out
Turned his heart to dust

He looked the same
The shell remained
The carefully manicured facade
Then came the winds
The winds of change
Blowing him away
Or possibly towards
His reconstitution

Hollow man
Refilled
Redefined
Heart pumping 
Excited
Dreaming
Laughing and crying
A spirit now flying
Insides no longer dying
Inside filled to overflowing
Muck had been released
Inside white as fleece

Sometimes what's inside
Needs to be washed away
An empty cup can be refilled
Purified
Electrified
Freed from false pride
Heart freed when love is applied
Opened with nothing to hide
Living once again
Enjoying the ride.

Hollow man 
Is now okay
Not empty like yesterday 



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Novembersummer

Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky of impossible blue
And I in shirtsleeves a-walking go,
With love and longings my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy fading
Feeling and marveling at this piece of heat
That dropped unnoticed from her pocket.

I could believe today
In an America unnamed,
A place full of wild things and untamed peoples
A place where Spirit spreads
To ride the clouds
And sing its songs unhindered.

Nature has let down her locks today;
And who will look on her
And let themselves be consumed, entranced
By the beauty that lives on in spite of our assaults -
Who will be distracted by the miracles we move through,
Feel the surge of the sea of life all around us,
Hear the whispered prayers
In the windsigh of the sleeping trees
And watch the night come on
Announced by the rose glow behind the thumbnail moon -
Who will stand amid such things,
And not put aside for the moment
Those little cares we circumscribe our lives with,
And stand amazed to be here breathing,
Alive to feel how loving-close
Infinity holds us and claims us for its own;
Surely, not I alone.

I rest a hand on my sleeping child's chest;
Feel the heart fluttering beneath the skin
And I can sense a great wheel turning.

I wander out in the still warm darkness 
That follows this day,
To look up at the starstrewn sky
And see that great wheel begin its turning,
And stand amazed to be here breathing.

And stand, amazed to be.


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RUTHLESS

I don’t care if you have a degree 
or that your self-published textbook
is a decree to take a closer look 
at time-tested, armor plated antiquities.

I don’t care if you know your stuff,
fluffing your sleek, interlocked lines
and keeping things just so, just so 
in ascot wearing, dandy rhymes.

I don’t care if you can recite
the Mikado in its entirety,
as you pose in the spotlight,
Yum-Yum for all posterity.

I care about the longing
that I found in the verse
of a friend, words filled with whys 
that scattered a soft, rainy season 
to the oblivious winds.

I care about the heart
that became a puzzle, tiny pieces,
a thousand tiny pieces calling
out for me to reassemble,
winged things both soaring
then suddenly falling like 
reoccurring dreams,
art that almost trembled
in gentle riddles crafted to tease.

I care about the grip
that held the pen and how the paper
became damp and creased
as thoughts played in short stanzas,
tethered to honesty,
such a rare and noble quality,
even on the pages of poetry. 

I care that caring is vanishing 
like stone angels in cemeteries,
conversations on park benches or
the respect for ones peers:
those that dot their teary i’s,
those that shiver in life's trenches,
those that scry with ink, language seers. 

They ask so little in return,
Only the freedom to search for truth,
in their own voice, in their own time,
and safety from condemnation, 
ruthless lies and snobbery.

I care about a forgotten virtue.
I care about decency. 





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Take Me Where?

Take me home

Where the sunsets are golden
And God’s gossamer curtains ripple between the mountain tops

Where the seas are clear as the sky above
And the waters tickle the shoreline

Take me home

Where the food is simple
And tastes all the better

Where the cabs run for cheap
And smell a little funny

Take me home

Where childhood was magical
And to this day feels like a dream

Where make-believe was the truth 
And the future did not exist


Take me home

Where the nights never end
And laughter is our language

Where I drown in myself
And moonlight shines behind my eyes

Take me home…
I’ve lost my way


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My Left Breast

strange it was there just the other day 
hanging about as usual, 
reminding me in my mirrored image 
of my definite femininity 
now gone, am I less of a woman? 
will you look at me differently, 
or strangely as I do myself? 

I never really gave it much thought before 
of how things come in pairs 
how lonely one would be without the other 
how misshaped one appears, 
no longer jutting forward, 
proclaiming sensuality 
thrusting into the limelight, 

now scars and a flattened ego, 
fill my robe, bras useless without stuffing 
men, look at me in horror, 
women in shock and pity 
and with gratitude, yes that it is not them 
my left breast is missing 
no not missing, taken, stolen...

it was just a lump a few weeks ago 
a tiny pea shaped knob, 
that hid its cancerous intentions
so very well, yet lay in silence waiting 
to steal away that part of me
that defined who I was 
what purpose I served in society 

am I still a woman, a sexual being? 
I'm not sure, my right breast thinks so 
but yearns for its mate, 
the image in the mirror just doesn't seem right 
unequal in its proportions, glaringly lopsided
my left breast is gone, surgically removed  
I can still hear its scream


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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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Freedom

This disconnected intellect of society in retrospect
Is nothing but a retro spectrum of colors.
Gold chains and disco lights,
Black, white, and grey faces, red Adidas stripes with no laces
Cardboard boxes unfolded on concrete streets
Where the founding fathers of modern culture would meet
And write our Constitution by moving their feet.
With a spectacular repertoire of flashy moves
And a deep reservoir of verbs that mingled with words in the mind’s river
That flowed from the banks of lips as the first freestyle
When style was really free.
Not compromised, chopped up, glamorized, marketed, processed, pasteurized 
and then subliminally delivered as a shrink-wrapped, shiny medium of bad ideas.
Back when people actually had ideas,
Not just the regurgitation of pre-chewed vomit music.
The DJs cooked up beats in their basements
Just crack for the bass-heads
Denied treble ‘cause trouble was all they were faced with.
There was music laced with dope, and dope was good.
The evolution.
Darwinism of hip-hop.
You know what I mean?
Of course not ‘cause these young bucks would rather spend fifteen dollars on 50 
Cent
Then spend fifty cents on a education.
Flagrant, our testimonial to a religion that’s pagan
We pray to money, pray to greed, pray to fame, pray to succeed
And denounce life when we pray that our bullet hits its target.
The Boogie Oogie became the Boogaloo
And the Electric Slide met the electric chair.

Time is money.
Money is life.
Life is a game.
I invest Monopoly money in the New World Clock Exchange
To collect interest in fate and become disinterested in buying my life back.
My soul is currency, currently spent on reverting from the current state.
Back to when sex was more taboo than a smile
Back to when freedom didn’t equal censorship
Back to when love for family didn’t negate the fact that times change.
Back to when the Big Hand spun backwards two seconds too late.
And minutes were miniscule and minute, hip-hop was rediculed
Not because it was demeaning, but because it represented Revolution.
An occurrence that has come and gone with the wind.
My name is Hip-Hop O’Hara and I am in love with Civility Wilkes.
Reverend Run preached gospel, now he rolls in his grave
If musical revelation is impossible, than who will be saved?
The essence in lyrics is kept underground in a cage.
Struggling to survive like illiterate slaves.
Reaching for freedom, which lies on the next page.
Free the music.


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I AM

***
I AM

I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am warm as the sun, or cold as a stone
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am many memories from a long ago childhood
I am today and tomorrow
I am a teardrop filled with sorrow
I am the first rainbow of the season
I have many ways to sing a love song
Or tell a story, or share the laughter, or feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world
I am a disappointment, I am a  pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of all seeds
I am a leaf who's frayed by the wind
I am a friend, who stays till the end
I am all words unfurled into the light
I am all the broken hearts and hopes lost in the night
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above
I am all who doubt
I am all who laugh, and sing, and wail and shout
I am unleashed with wild emotion
I am silent with devotion
I lay stepping stones to healing
I renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels
I am the ember, I am the spark
I am unsure, in ways that count
I have been kind, I have been cruel
I have been curt, I have been hurt
I am a poet.........I have a heart
I am a season nearing autumn
I've climbed to the top, I've hit rock bottom
I am a mother, I am a wife
I have been taking, I have been giving
I have a family, they are my life
These are my reasons to be living

I AM



____________________________________________
For The "I Am" contest, sponsored by Frank Herrera
11/3/14


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The Man on Brunswick Drive

Familiarly, his car shifts into gear
Coming around the curve
As he coasts into the long drive
The hour is precisely 6:00
Never early, never late...
As always, he stops...hops out...
Pushes the tricycle away from his path
Returns to his car....pulls into the garage
The giant white door folds down behind him
As he appears again on the walkway to the house
He stoops to pick up the evening newspaper
And disappears behind the green front door
I think of Pavlov and his dogs.....


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DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST

DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST Indeed, I am that Poet and know it. Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form. I want to talk about life, politics, and religion. Maybe not simultaneously but how I am feeling today. I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries. I am not harvesting berries. I live a vivacious existence. I nature walk and take beautiful pictures. I thrive in my leisure time. Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds. I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist. I am an illustration of wellbeing. In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity. In all, my body desires more agility. To eradicate the clumsiness, My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted. My mind, body, and spirit have superseded. Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed. Of course, gloating is good for your inner being. Dwindling is not something I will let occur. I am the booster of morale. Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form. Do I appear to be titivated? I am what I have stated. Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy. Without doubt, they will envy me. Undoubtedly, this will not hinder. I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence. Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free. I can wave my hand and be seen. I can stand up for what is right. I can ignite the political fire. I can educate my mind to genius. I can defeat enmity. Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula. I am abreast. |_____________________________________| Penned on October 31, 2014!


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Can You Hear Me?

I never talk to you as much as I should
Just to say thank you for all of your gifts
I take for granted all that you’ve given to me
Sometimes blaming you for all I have missed
And when you come to me I shy away
Feigning I can’t see you or hear you
But no matter where I look you’re around me
In every vivid color and shape of movement
You voice beckoning in all the worldly sounds
I even try to hide myself away from you
Still you find me wherever I go without effort
Cruel and hard or ignorant and fleeting
I’ve been both and you lovingly embrace me
Cursing you at the losses washed upon me
Your hand generously gives without prejudice
Gluttonously taking much more than my fill
When I look back you’ve again filled my cup
All the mistakes I have made and will make
Many of them knowingly and willingly
Still you offer all of your forgiveness
If only I will ask as a son should his father
I’ve broken so many of your rules a multitude of times
Deceiving myself believing you wouldn’t notice
Still you offer me everything you have
When I lay in the dark at night and examine
I hope and fear you and I doubt and pray
I hope you can hear me through all the other voices
Although I fear you don’t listen to me anymore
I force myself to doubt your existence
Knowing the truth unwilling to admit to it
I pray…Dear God…Can you hear me?


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My Heart

.                                             You hold it in your hand,
                                                        And touch it.
                                             Your touch makes it warm.
                                                 You like how it feels, 
                                                               So,
                                                You  decide to keep it.
                                               And hold it in your hand
                                                                But,
                                                    As time goes by,
                                           It seems to get in your way.
                                            You want your hands free.
                                                                So,
                                              You put it on the shelf,
                                                       Out of sight,
                                                  And forget about it.
                                                             Until,
                                                          One day.
                                      You find your hands are empty,
                                             And you remember it.
                                                             So,
                                         You take it from the shelf,
                                        Needing its’ warmth again.
                                                           And,
                                                   You touch it,
                                             And feel it turn to ice.


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'Love Yourself'


Do that! Just that! Step out there and love yourself Put yourself first Once you get that down, All the other things will fall into place You can't heal someone else If broken is your 'middle name' The only way to make that work Is by losing yourself Saying goodbye to the 'true you' The question will always remain.. Where do I fit in? If you start disappearing to make someone else happy What about your happiness?
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Unshed Tears

Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy, 
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of arson,
Burning in my vital organ,
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality,
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley,
A shadow of Death stalking,
With odd angel like wings,
A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine,
My Oblivion,
Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds,
Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven,
Cocain Addiction,
That Drip of Drugs into your system,
Intoxicated blood stream,
I'd rather not dream,
And instead get lost within - Your paralysing,
Your Paralysing, Brain lapse,
Your moving too fast,
Stay slow and dreamy,
Dancing silhoutte,
Like a burning forest fire,
Pain throughout my veins,
Ravishing and Beautiful,
A voice torn from my throat,
Dying joyfully,
With my last sight of you. . .


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The Sap Turns to Amber

From dry wooden cracks
Seeps the elixir of life
Oozing out of its earthy shell
It crawls upon the outer walls
Of its once eternal prison

It flows and covers
Encompasses and drowns all
Preserving death within its clarity
All else seems insignificant and weak
Thus it perishes before the creeping nectar from within

The elements awaken
And let loose upon the forgotten and the lost
Time passes and clouds pass by
Frayed by the undying winds

The Sap Turns to Amber

Carries within its crystal the tales of an era
Trapped now in golden glass
Forever preserved, yet still forgotten

So the amber in our hearts preserves
Our defeats and triumphs
Within its recesses

Only the foolish are captivated by the luster
And only the wise see through to its core


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Elephant Leg

There’s a part of you 
I cannot see or touch.  

In the dark, alone, I know 
every curve of your body.  
I could sculpt you from memory.  
Each detail vivid in 
my mind’s eye.  

The baby nail on your baby toe.  
This neck that takes to kissing.  
I know the moment when your 
hip becomes belly.  
Just there.  

But there’s a part of you I 
cannot see or touch.  Hidden, I want to 
know it all the more.  
Behind your eyes, inside 
your heart, that essential 
you, separate from this 
fragile tissue hanging, draped, over bone.  

I watch you move when 
you’re not looking.  
Standing, your toes curling.  
Twisting the end of your hair while thinking.  
Asleep, I know your breathing.  
You hold the morning cup like a chalice.  
Little lines around your eyes deepen sometimes.  

These things are pieces of a whole I ache to know.
This elephant leg obscured by sightless eyes can 
be anything.  Groping blindly toward
the totality of you, revealed in fits and starts.

This life of mine no longer turned inward.
Every day I have new discoveries to make.


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One Second Delay

Hesitation
Just a moments delay
Lives change forever
Trajectory altered 
Heading to the unknown
Why? Why?
I so liked my routine
The unchanging gives me security
Makes me feel safe
I like to control the outcome
Do I really control anything?
Allow me my illusions
If I am not the master of my own destiny,
to whom will I bow?
Predictability 
Predictability is the blanket to which I cling
Hesitation has ripped it from my hands
I stand naked at the edge of wonder
Youthful vigor renewed
Alive once more
No safety net to cushion my fall
Yet I am not afraid
A stranger in a new land
Yet somehow I feel at home
The unfamiliar is strangely comforting
I am powerless but to continue forward
Heart matches each new step
The unknown becomes known
New routines are established
Oh how I like my routines
Predictability is draped over my shoulders
My life is different
Yet my pattern remains the same

I'm left to ponder
Perhaps I should hesitate once again


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Dear Me

Dear Me,

I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid

swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts

Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die

Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away


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Love is Pain

Makes me furious seeing a woman with a bruise over her eye.
The smeared mascara from the tears she's cried.
    Pain he's caused, scarring her inside.
Silent Prayers  are whispered into the night.
     You're under one helluva spell when you don't tell.
You're not well when you accept being put through hell.

     It's been awhile since you've focused rself.
Staying with that man is simply bad for your health.
     Because of him there is so much life you've missed.
How could you love a man that mistakes a kiss for a fist?
     He's not stable; definitely not mentally okay.
If his idea of "love" is to physically harm you in such a way!
     You're under one helluva spell when you don't tell.
You're not well when you accept being put through hell.

     Stand up!  Free yourself from those emotional chains.
No more scrubing shirts from blood stains.
     Your world will be a happier, warmer place.
No more heavy makeup covering your pretty face.
     So be strong now and walk away.
Live to love "you"  and your children another day.


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My Own Pen

Sometimes when I’m alone --
                          I start to think ---
Had I not been an addict ---
                          What could I have been?
           What kind of life could I have given my children?
Of course these are questions not yet answered ---
                          A work in progress so to speak
Not a day goes by ---
                      That I don’t think about doing a shot ---
              To release myself from this pain, shame and guilt
           Because when I’m high I don’t think about any of that
I think only of myself ---
                         What I want and how I’m going to get it
I thank the Lord ---
                   For delivering me ---
                             From that way of thinking ---
I thank him for the gift ---
                           That gives me the chance ---
                                            To reach out to others ---
Almost every poem I write --- 
Comes from the bottom of my heart ---
                     And the very depths of my soul ---
Very seldom do I allow myself 
               The pleasures of writing a simple poem --
        That doesn’t carry with it a very profound message
See, I’m just like Jake and Elwood Blue’s
                   --- I am on a mission from God ---
God has transformed me into a poet teacher
The only way I can make any sense out of my life
Is by doing what I’m doing right now
                        Which of course is ---
                               Nothing less than ---
                   ---Owning up to my own mistakes ---
                             For the world to see
Thus allowing me to answer
                             --- The responsibility of my own pen ---


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A Near Life Experience

Quote: We are only fully alive when our mind, body and heart are undivided. When we are truly present. When we smell the roast coffee and see the clouds scurry overhead. When we listen deeply to what our loved ones are saying. When we stay in one place – without wishing we were elsewhere, or with someone else, or doing something else.

The dishes pile 
The baby cries 
The laundry's taller than Taj Mahal 
You want to walk but you only crawl

You take a walk to la la land 
but no one's there to take your hand 
And when you sleep you strain the sieve  
Away from the life, you almost did grieve 

The telephone rings a terrible tone 
It's pooh bear baby, nobody's home
You're burnt to the crisp, fricassee   
Like a cat who is wiped, kitter-free!

October 24, 2014
For contest: A Near Life Experience   

 

    
 


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New Eyes

      Before the rain came,
I did not understand the words.
They were simply beauty to me
     in a foreign language
     in a tempo perfect
that fit my mood.
     Rich and pretty ... and 
         a bit oblique.
     But the seed fell deeply 
when I looked away.
Sweet siren music I heard in ocean
        covered streams ... and
        salt water flowers.
I knew angels in waking sleep
        and watched my mind
        tell me lies.
I turned up the silence and grew still.
     Clarity sparkled in smog and mud puddles
and then I understood.  the words.
        and the rain.  
            stinging cold ... and
                 purifying.
x


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Carpe Diem

- Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero -
                       - Seize The Day and Place no Trust in Tomorrow -


Strive For Excellence, Completion is a Fevered Dream.

When The Fear of the World Sinks its Teeth into The

Flesh of Your Consciousness, and Your Body Begs

In Agonising Tremors To Give in. 

                                                  - Strive On -

The Days Toll Fast, Everyone Seeks Shelter from

Life's Rich Turbulence. Embrace the Unknown,

Shelter Yourself From Comfort, and Push Every

Boundary, With Fear Comes Limitless Potential.

                                                  - Carpe Diem -



                   - Step into The Future with me, and Together, we'll Run blind -


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Moving On

Moving On

we are human tuning forks
vibrating to our own frequencies
searching for the rhythm and the pulse
of the universe
the peace of mind
we're looking to find
the occasional perfect moment
to prove we're not blind
so I accept my flaws
and their probable cause
because in the last place to dream
there can be no laws


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The Tide's Tale

Wanting solitude I walked by the sea
Anxious sky, plunging surf , gulls calling..
            I left a trail of footprints in the sand.

I saw a ship far out, sails torn by the wind
It rolled and heaved and staggered…
            I left a trail of footprints in the sand.

I heard a ship went down that day
With never a  monument erected..
But I remember that lonely day
             And footprints in the sand


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Darkness and Light

From a rigid world of concrete and steel,
Angles exact and order absolute;

Of darkness complete and shadowless light,
Unseparated by dusk and dawn;

Of primary colors and round positive numbers
Where symmetry rules and the blemish flees comprehension;

Of good and evil,
No quarter given and none asked.

Waking to the imperfect,
Terrified at that which is not whole.

Shades innumerable fill awkward angles
And fashion beings in gray tone.

Where is this place? I ask,
As absent order I am lost.
What mad scheme creates such hell?

Perfect in its imperfection
Ordered in its chaos;

Unfinished yet complete,
The partial becomes the whole.

Light brushes darkness as the kaleidoscope turns,
All form transitory, all without judgment,
All free to assume the shape most pleasing, 
Then disperse to assume another.

Unbound, life and beauty pass harmless to every reach.
I the fool arrive late, yet here am I.


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My Baby, My Love

My baby, I love you
My baby, I love everything about you...
My love is eternal
My love for you is neverending!

Though I may complain
And act childish at times
And say a few wrong things
Though I get mad
Or argue with you
Doesn't mean I don't love you...
In fact I love
The sound of your voice
Though I may not show it
I love your body
And your very mind
I love everything about you!

Even if you're a mystery
It only attracts me more to you...
And I don't think that I can stay
Mad at you for anything!

I believe my heart
For it is the truth
Steering me the right way
Backed by my thoughts
You only seem to be
More beautiful everyday
It makes my life
More pleasant as time
Passes me by
Now that I have found
You as my one true love
I wish to never leave your side!

Though sometimes I make you mad
I want you to know, I don't mean to...
But I believe my love is strong
And it will make you see past my faults!

Even if you're a mystery
It only attracts me more to you...
And I don't think that I can stay
Mad at you for anything!
My baby, I love you
My baby, I love everything about you...
My love is eternal
My love for you is neverending!


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Failure is not an option

Much to the chagrin of those who
would prefer to lay witness to 
one's failure's,
Imagine not for the slightest
moment  that our will has become 
so weak as to allow compliance.

Where once our vision may have
been clouded and our boundaries
seemed forever shattered,
know in the end  that our naked
sense of vulnerability truly
is our saving grace.

For it is that woundedness
if you will that lends itself
to a higher awareness.

Do we not gain strength
from our painful life experiences?
Should we not strive harder to conquer
life's old injuries?

By following our instincts step by
step along the very road that has 
been paved before us,
And yes expecting at times that
there will be treacherous curves
we must allow for,

Oh to throw caution to the wind
and laugh in the face of failure
invites us to celebrate our 
mightiest strength of all...

        COURAGE...


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Truth, Tears and Temptation

Venus’s light grew ever brighter as discovery marked its territory
On new faces—old ones brought to the light of sudden love-falls
I grew wary of the feelings surpassing my entire being
Wavelengths of caution holding their hands up in dominance
“Do not pass as to succumb to the charm of your desires,
Yet pause in the epiphanies that blind you”

This voice had the authority over the stars and planets,
Over the birds and beasts, and could be heard by all rebellious men
Its anger was subtly piercing, with no trace of mortal malice
Erupting for the greater good of my confused soul,
Trapped in the sentiments that have swayed me into some false conviction

“Stay here and forget the voice,” says another oh so softly,
“Take wing into heavens none have traveled before
Do not pause at the discretion of your reasoning—
Instead ride upon the back of revolution’s stride
Taste the inner cravings that have molded you together
Crunch on the sustenance of those around you
Eat it all—for the morsels are both tasty and satisfying
Be fattened in the comfort that everyone around you…FALLS”…

And then my guard was cut clean off…
By the most gorgeous face I have ever set eyes upon
I had seen this face, many a time…
Yet now it pierced me sharper than ever before
I longed to taste the lips that spoke to me
I faltered in the sound of the laughter escaping the mouth
The heart of this being was so fixated in its own reality
And the despair of my desire grew uncomfortably under boulders of Never-
Will-I-Attain

Oh voice, loud as thunderous fire…
Why can I not desire what I will never have? 
Will I crumble to dust by this new feeling,
Or shall I forget it all and assemble my thoughts upon new and greater 
heights? 

“Oh beautiful soul, take a look at your heart of gold,
Remember your time is ever so short—and though all fall short,
These desires inside you will stretch your time into success
All bottled up in alerted misery,
Why burden yourself in cold sobriety?
Embark upon the passions like the waves of the sea—
Give that heart that you so long for what it deserves…
Give it the truth—your truth
And if you fall, you fall…”

I silenced the thought with terrible thrashing tears
Wanting to listen, yet too stiff to absorb it all
I begged the voice to strengthen me,
And all I could hear was the assurance of my desires

Yet the echo of the Almighty was clearer than the sorrows I possess even 
now:

“Do not pass as to succumb to the charm of your desires,
Yet pause in the epiphanies that blind you”


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Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

The sun had a way, of lighting the fires that would often die, and turn to ash, and dash our hope The wind had a way, to spread the flame, to light the way or die in vain Sun-ripe gold and red leaves have lined each trail and every road with heavy brilliance Our eyes, perhaps unwise, were often blinded by the glare But embers, frozen there, remained alive Approaching autumn, there is new fire Ripe with the sun, we have been shaped and formed grieving over postscripts, of a faded summer sky while the outstretched arm of autumn reaches through the trees--- Her leaf-fluttered hand opens fingers wide brushing passed branch silhouettes, to look into the sky and has tossed the evening embers to light our way
________________________________________________________ For Gail's Contest: Where Frozen Embers Still Burn 8/27/14


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Betting on Nothing

By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options.
I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year’s toasts.
The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered.
The thrill of the hunt.
The chase.
An empty bed is the hope of a new body’s sleeping curve.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday.
“The mystery of mysteries is the gateway to marvels.”
I stopped looking long ago.

The faces have blurred into a montage of emptiness.
Come and go; came and went.
I never bothered much to be bothered.
There aren’t many memories
And I am thankful for that.
Wet fingers and licked lips’
Blood on my hands.
Wasted time.
The years run on like a favorite sitcom gone bad.
It all should have been retired years ago.

It is easier to stay afloat and roam the big waters alone
Than set up camp on an island and face a face.
No problems.
No worries.
No connection.
Freedom is all that you cannot commit to
And who surrenders to nothing is he who lives in frigid shadows of fear.
Maybe I have never truly known warmth.

I walk the streets like a war-worn shoulder.
A little cold, a little distant, a little too silent.
The words I have are recycled fragments of someone else’s life.
I don’t offer much.
Poker face.
Can you read my concrete stare?
I have an entire universe hiding in my back pocket
But I’m scared to show you.
It’s been so long since I groped or even fondled my own life.
I’m not sure what I do or don’t have to offer.
I just keep making bets and upping the ante.


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I Could Have Stayed Home

The karmic wheel turned
to a world torn and burned
by war and lust and greed
and this Incarnations' need
to Love.

Tentatively, the teen reached out
(from the childs' abuse and doubt)
to the grown-up herd
and the curious word
said to be ... Love ...
which led to a merry-go-round
a wheel of names bound
by their own karmic games.

I could have stayed Home,
never come to wander and roam
an Earth of endless pain.
If not for the beauty of mountain and plain
and sunset shore, I'd go ...
but I'd leave a little dog behind
whose Love I do know.

So I will stay here long
amused at how I chose wrong
and left that Light called Home
far beyond this space
toward where my soul does race
to return to ... until another time ...
Or perhaps, to leave no more.


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Behind Green Eyes

I am not these thoughts I share...
I am not this body I wear....
I can't be limited in any way
I can't be bound in prisons
Of flesh and blood –
or clay.

I can enter into your body...
and still be who I am....
this –
I know to be true.

I seem to be but a spark of my own attention
just one point of focus
the seer who sees the all
untouched, unblemished by your blows.

When the wind blows down this mountain
stark and cold
I shiver not
for I am warmed from the fire within.
It warms me, strengthens me, cheers me,
and leads me on majestically.

Sometimes I forget who I really am...
being caught up in the emotions of the game...
I forget that I can fly
   and everywhere is my home.

Yet, I am the calming factor...
   the witness of my life.
I know not my own name....
but today –
I am behind green eyes.


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Against the Raging Now

Finger in the hole in the dike
Holding back vast volumes
Of raging emotions
Surely to sweep me away
I try some comforting
Favored music from my past
Grab a book
To distract my fear
Linger in the Black Hole
of despair
Reach out to memories
Misty unrealities
Sweet and sour
I pass another hour
Only the peace of sleep
And ultimately death
Will bring craved relief.


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Choosing the Path of Most Resistence

Don't fall through the cracks,
through the floorboards
past the pipes
hot water hissing
grey metallic stun gun dull.
Don't land on the basement steps,
slipping on down
bumping the back bone
breaking the fall
with your body gone white like you know it so well.
Don't let the swallow of house
and of home
consume you
in solitude's
greedy embrace
Don't wish the outside
would stop looking in
and impute ugly motives
to trees and to flowers
who have your best interest
in chlorophyll hearts.
Don't taste the floors
on your way down to hiding
Don't dine on splinters
and varnish and wine
Don't master silence
when no one is looking
Don't close your eyes
and pretend you are fine.
Don't slip on sentences
you uttered years ago
down in the basement
in pipes 
steaming hot
Don't waste your sentiments
or your existence
on hiding the fact
that you are
what you're not
Don't laugh at paintings
with eyes that console you
on walls that you hung
last July on a whim
Don't think the walls
don't expect you
to call them
if you are in trouble
and losing your color from somewhere within
Don't apply pressure
to fissures in floorboards
to fit your way through
and become 
what you lose
It's a lot stronger
to stand and absorb it-
surroundings adore you,
implore you to chose.


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Overwhelmed

Caught up in this circle sphere of integration; I swoon 
as the feeling of worthlessness overwhelms me. 
Nothing seems to remedy as this depression lulls me 
into its claws of wretchedness.
 Sweet and salty smiles that slink into your mind 
seems to melt the drowning feeling of despondency.  
Still there is the burning bubbling vibes of insanity that circumvents any relief.


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My Lasting Letter

My Lasting Letter


I have written these words
a thousand times, each time
so differently identical.  They
have been written on the wind,
blessed by the idle warmth of
sunset, scratched into the 
setting concrete of a life.
I have breathed them in the sighs
of simple joy, basking in the
laughter of youths folly,
shouted them in anger at
times passing, whispered them
into empty rooms, spoken them
to vacant playgrounds, motionless
swings, yellowing grasses.
I have left them twixt the ether of
our beings knowing someday
they will be opened in your heart.



9/20/2014
For Elly Wouterse – Maybe the last letter – poetry contest
 


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Minds lost are Minds Found

I’m losing my mind in a hurry!
Maybe, maybe, losing the mind is letting it find itself
or maybe, i'm just crazy

I keep running  with anticipation, with heart open and judgment closed
[I discover most superbly this way]
 Foolishly Dropping it, hoping that it’ll pick up something useful
On sidewalks, books, table-top salty discussions,
Sometimes in filth letting it pervade the crevices
And when I tidy it, sometimes
It doesn’t all come out, but I try my best
Ever so often, after a new dish soap and scrubbing gloves
 it comes out cleaner then it ever was, 
With spicy remains of the crude yet true substances

Chunks fall out where the glue of stability erodes 
                  I know that I am fond of it this way
So I can put them back together
                   With my own fingers


                                                     Organized C   H   A   O   S


Instead of the media’s, my peers, my parents, piloting
The pivotal pieces 
I let them descend tenderly into location
In my own decimal code
I constitute the regulations here
This belongs to me, my only
Safe place

It doesn’t matter to me if life doesn’t flow
If it’s jagged or slow, here
I don’t care
If insanity is the real sanity
Or that distinctive is incorrect
This is my society and I shape it as I please
Seeing as it only affects me
As long as my mind is 
In flurries of expansion
I don’t really care if it’s lost at all


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don't touch me

deal with it

i will not let my emotions
be monitored

this is me

if you do not like the 
fire 
stay away

i am me

so why not enjoy

if it were left up to me
society would be ignored

i would fly to you in my
widows' weeds with hand-
fulls of forget me nots

i would wear a purple veil
to obscure the depth of 
my sorrow

or not

i would hook you 
in the eyes and say

hi.  why me flatly

with nuance
i would move myself 
into your space
and waste us both
without dignity

i would use your arms
around me to grieve

if , only if, it were
left up to me


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Questions

Who is more righteous,
The pious man who watches in awe,
Or the faithless man saving those in the blaze?

Who is stronger,
The man who lifts a ton with one arm,
Or the mother of four on her own?

Who has lost more,
The man who has lost his money,
Or the man who has lost his love?

Who is weaker,
The man who can't fight back,
Or the man who won't fight for him?

Who Is more savage,
The man who doesn't know right from wrong,
Or the man who doesn't care?

Who is wiser,
The man who has the answers,
Or the man who asks the questions?


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By Way of the War Memorial

	I
I entered by way of the War Memorial,
where names of the town’s military dead
are written in raised bronze letters 
in equi-distant vertical rows.
 
I glanzed briefly at the names and felt
a prick of conscience, a compelling sense 
of duty to read each name, as if each
were calling out: Read me; I no longer 
have a voice! 

But I kept walking, overriding
my conscience with an uneasy indifference,
justifying myself that there were too 
many, not one of which, anyway, 
would have made any sense to me –
thousands of letters no more comprehensible 
than if I had for the very first time 
moved my fingertips over raised braile dots.

	II
Sitting on a bench, I looked out 
over the placid reflecting pool and the tranquil
evening.The light was falling quietly into the pool. 

Again those names loomed up into 
my mind. This time a sense of sorrow 
welled up in me, then, questions emerged, 
each prefaced with a Why.
Why evil? Why war? Why blood?

	IV
In war doves become hawks.
Reason becomes insanity, insanity reason.
Valor, heroism, self-sacrifice – what glitter 
we have attached to these! How cheap
we have made human blood! The rivers 
of war crest with fresh blood and overflow. 
The earth is soddened with blood.
How much more can it drink? 

	V
From where do these waters come?
From what source? From what hidden wellsprings?

Freedom is only a temporary pain-killer
in the continuum of war and violence.

We are all sons of Adam, but our actions 
proclaim Cain as our true father.

	VI
Darkness had settled over the park,
a darkness tinged with a gloom that
seemed even to dampen the usual
brightness of the stars hovering
over the disappearing trees.
The placid water now seemed like
a black hole, sucking down every 
particle of light, much as death had
sucked down the lives and voices
of those bronzed names.

I left the park frustrated by my inability
to understand was seemed not understandable.
This time I left not by way of the war memorial –
to avoid a confrontation with those names
and, perhaps, myself.


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O LIGHT

O Light!

I meander through this maze called world,
seeing darkness everywhere, even in the
bright desert light, my soul ripped by doubt
and fear, and utter loneliness, only slaved
by a sudden wave of love, or a flicker of hope.


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Self Reflection

The shattered mirror is all that remains of her past life
Symbolizing the broken spirit of her battered soul
Yet, so reflective of light and visual interpretation
She can see where she was and where she is now

It holds not her spirit within the confine of the looking glass
As she had escaped upon the day she broke it apart
She is strong now as she looks upon it, she even smiles
Realizing, she is not the reflection of life, but the self before it


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Destiny

    Gripped by
a tiger through
most of our lives
As we try to see past the known
     and delve into
the core
     Laughter, tears
and one thousand unanswered questions
         pass by as
our fate unravels
      Let's not miss
the dance by looking 
at the dancers too
    closely
      Eyes that see
the sun and moon
      Will close all
too soon
       If you wish 
to gain perspective
   Try dreaming


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Roaming through Memories

alone now I roam through memories recalling treasures of the past journeying back to seaside treks with my husband riding to the city to see Broadway shows reliving nights of romance even visiting John’s grave in the best of times memories carry me to ocean jetties where vows of love were exchanged as waves lapped gently against rocks if only we could feel these sensations again family outings at the beach building sandcastles burying Dad’s feet in sand sauntering along the festive boardwalk hiking through woodlands with friends who have passed wanting to hug them again feeling the weight of concrete preventing my spirit from moving on as I reach out to heaven seeking a sign praying for guidance hoping past joy will be restored confined by sadness I roam through memories alone now
For Drake’s “I Roam” contest 4/23/11


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You Can't Hurt Me

Resounding echoes awaken the child
demons in the attic beckon unto him
stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest
shivers vibrate rusty springs of down

footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards
while steamed filled pipes play taps
a somber teddybear snarls
causing the world to be still

foolish nuns, God doesn't want to "get me"

the sting of a ruler splinters a left hand
blood spurts upon faces of laughter
evil little boy too wicked for a mother
affliction runs in the family

Florence became flop because she always fell
polio never whipped her ass
just abused her now and then
she healed with a smile

Even humility has its price

Jimmy Dean wore sunglasses
maybe his eyes were bloodshot
or maybe he was a child of an alcoholic
and they became part of his attire

degenerate eye disease, masturbation
spattering or battering
does it really matter when you can't see
or understand the difference between ADD and ADHD

Psych 101: Crack can be Prozac

Iron gates surround a new residence
protecting the innocent who peer from outside
rehabilitation means refining bad habits
like those on the outside who have mastered them

twelve years of bars and games people play
provide an education unto itself
seclusion can be the deciding factor
between murder or suicide

self righteous judges choose life

recidivism is a revolving door
of vicious cycles with no engines
only propellers called co-dependants
or co-defendants, take your pick

life repeats itself over and over
only the circumstances change
yet the merry-go-round stops
when the flowers are arranged

Why are most tombstones gray

scared, afraid to die
are you saved?
from what, ourselves
you can't hurt me

Bob Shank-Nov. 30th, 2006


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Wooden Markers

"There was an old cemetery 
in that fence row.
Thirty some graves I've heard;
no record of it at the court house."

The neighbor pointed past 
the corn rows, 
Round Up sterile,
to posts askew 
like aged teeth;
broken wire pulled down by sod,
prickly with random barbs 
and wild roses.

          No sign of it, or them,
who might be there yet,
no concrete vault 
or weather weary headstone 
to chip the disk blades.

Gone with 
the builder of the fence
ever fertile dust,
scattered by the plow.




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The missing me

With shadows in the dark,
Facing atrocities of the cold,
Yet drenched in the sweat,
I walk down the street

Am bound to follow what others passed by,
Crime it is as if else I try,
Tears follow the path of my cheek,
And it’s the only way my eyes speak,
Lips of mine when turn dry.

I smile I really try to,
To be happy as if I was made to,
I speak of something I don’t know
But there’s what my heart knows,
That’s what my eyes ponder,
And that’s what untold but true,
Yes I know,
Yes I do,
I am missing me in me,
Yes I know,
Yes I do,
I am missing being me……….


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I fell in like with you

Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &
powerful.

“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against

“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”

With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment

Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me

Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
Scars…fading
A cremated sin 

Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face

The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”

Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise

Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away

And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today

It wants to be held for how it shines now

Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end

Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals

And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?

Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter

But, through it all, I will shine

…

How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye

Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?

…

Maybe I’ll never know the truth

Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps
She held onto the past

As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself

To let go…and F
A
L
L

© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous


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Naked Dissent

Daddy always kneeled--
but it was Momma who prayed,
as he spread lips that couldn't dissent,
no matter how much they trembled.

She was always naked for him
bleeding babies upon the floor,
while he explored their cradle,
fingering walls absently--
assessing her foundation;

Momma prayed for simple things,
blankets and frigidity--
anything to create separation;

Where naked wouldn't matter
under the cloak of autonomy
and the only grasping thoughts--
would be her own.


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Soul Stones

We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)

Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.

Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history,
sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect
and acid.

The stones settle,

BOOM...

      BOOM...

            BOOM...

Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight
'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk.

We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that
we've had rocks for breakfast,
lunch, dinner,  for years,
in the hopes that someone will recognize
the broken concrete footprints behind us
and touch us gently on the forearm:

"Honey, are you alright?"

(and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble
the already cracking facade?)

There's no stopping the torrent then,
tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing
to the point of cathartic vomit-

boulders of every shape and size
tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room;
broken teeth and granite eyes 
until we no longer see the floor, the walls...

And then serenity.

The hand has moved to the shoulder,
forming a universal hug.

"I'm here now... and you're ok."

We stand up, together, and leave that room,
a soundless void of yesterday,
to absorb the impermeability of stones,
carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity.

No weight at all now, and barely a second glance,

but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...




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The Glass Heart

"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
Once held in a glass heart
Shattered 
On a rocky road 
where I  - 
A free spirit 
Walked
With shoes cast aside
And danced in the rain
On a sunny day 
Barely feeling the pain
Of those shards
That reflected their
Brilliant light
A thousand fold
Through a broken heart
That once was whole
As the crumbs 
disappeared
In the rain.

~~~~~

Author:  Elaine George
For contest: All The Little Pieces  
Written:  June 24. 11:52 am

Awarded:  Second Place


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Updrafts

Black feathers always absorb
the most sunshine -
a perfect fusion
of dark and light.

Ebony eyes glitter high
in the calm, cold sky.

A quick dip downwards,
until wing-tips
tenderly kiss
the nearly invisible
tree-tops piercing
the thick winter fog.

Currents suddenly catch hard
as birds of steel
thunder by overhead,
breaking the ancient focus,
with loud, powerful roars.

-Regain thought-

Swooping,
circling,
gliding,
in a flight
of pure contentment.

Black feathers always absorb
the most sunshine -
a perfect fusion
of dark and light.


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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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Interalphabetnet sex stew



Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
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interred intracacises that shed benign capsules of
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the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie meme.com/me in 
an engaging omnipresence of sextext no tact
spell ckeck chicshicshakplak no sense tic tac.
Talk? Walk? Balk? Chalk? Sue? Sulk? 
Dinosaur diligence posse with the senior
gestages gestulating, we r forevre 21 and ying yang 
dung. Yes, good f ing luck with that!! Look at your 
petridish parents and see what box u check to lid close
and abscond with the lost liberal leftovers. That
is you in reverse in a few carnal years after Hilter youth
children decide to screw us as the new 
generation which skewer post present parental postulates 
to the oldster outhouse outlets so u can be "youf" free. Little
do they notknow as they cumulatively co opulate 
that they set the stooge stage for no thanx ahole actions. 
The DOS does'nt fall from the Apple tree. Leave it, 
love it, learn it while ye may, the kid crisp cosmos of
offspring social dicktates are biting at your heartbeatbit 
empty elmo enterprises. Pause parenatal prenatal
preferences prepearing perinatal persons pretasking
postnatal practices, in which you have veno papa preparation.
Think before you For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Analyze
your ass-incarnate initiate. Borrow berofe u basterdize, 
condomize before u copu culminate, decide before
u dicktate, envision before u envy, fail before u foil, 
grasp before u germinate, halt before u hinder, 
illuminate before u illerate, jump before u jinx, 
kill before u keep, love before u lay, meaning before
moaning, neutralize before u now, obilerate before
u ooops! presence before predicament, quit before
quake, resilience before ridiculous, sanity before
sexusensuality, thinkth before u thumpth, utilize
before u unionize, victory before victimization, we 
before want, xx nor xy, zen before zeal. Pocket 
passion files fly in the face of ruined reason residules
to the point of pronounced perplextion plagued 
prominantly with no recall references to problematic 
protocals for near north normalicies in my buckeye
life measures of simpatico silly symbiosis sublime
of mini me monophile mucous made misdemeanor
milktoast memories. Pass go, collect $200.



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An Early, Experimental Poem of Alternate Lines

The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze.  A daffodil hangs down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the wind and rain its yellow
across my face.  The nose protrudes, ridiculous
excrescence.  A leaf half green sweeps up in circles
in the whiteness all around.  A weak chin, think I,
of windy sighs.  Squirrels crack acorns, crunching,
down into a patchy neck.  Very unsatisfactory
remembering winter's almost famine.  The trees --
appearance.  Altogether so.  Oh well.
Quiet.  Steady.  Sturdy.  Oh well.
The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.


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The Café

I would sit there for many hours
Surrounded by my contemplative silence-
My senses as warm as my latte;
My mind as frosty as my cheesecake 

The mixed scents of Earl Grey, cinnamon tea,
Mocha, and caramel macchiato would encircle me
Almost like they slowly become part of 
My breath: breathe in, then stealthily breathe out

I would hear laughter coming from one
Corner and whispering from another
And each corner would seem to me more like
A different world, each as distant as an era

I would at times engage in a crossword puzzle
Or skim through all the contemptuous headlines
And at other times I would simply read, think,
Write, or just watch some cars indolently pass by 

The sounds of music playing, coffee brewing, fork-knife
Clattering and people chewing would all form
A unanimous sound: Serenity
I swallow it down with every sip of my coffee


In these amber hues for hours I would sit
Amidst these faces, leather chairs, and empty
Spaces- the same coffee would brew, the same
Music would play, and my same mind would
In its serenity, so utterly subdue





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The Stone Story

The Stone Story 
                         Authored by Chuck Keys

I was staring at a stone today,
it didn't move, it just sat, resting, 
relaxed in the warm mid-day sun.
The wind moved around it and it's lazy motionless nearby friends,
effortlessly. 

They all looked alike, 
maybe they were all family 
on vacation 
without a worry on their minds 
if they had minds.

They didn't or couldn't smile or frown, 
no beards or mustaches were visible, clean shaven.
They didn't look hungry or thirsty.
Of course how does a hungry or thirsty stone look?
I could have brought them water or food.

After much further intense thought,
I realized they don't have to worry about clothes
or lack of ...
Do they need clothes?  Do they need anything?
Nothing.  Nothing, is what they need.  

I am envious.



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Whispers

On gossamer lips
Wisped coppery tendrils
Showering sparks
Riding evening breezes
That radiate off my
Eyelashes in papery
Wet slivers
Sticking only when
Your song of ill-boding
Is breathed over me
Its primitive amity
Contused and crusted
On baneful syllables
In sweet consummation
Where at last I see the
Crumbling bouquet
That’s falls
Onto your pages


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It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


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Old Piano Book

Now yellowed with age
a lonely music book,
hidden in every page
old musician dreams

of endless nights passed
struggling with melodies,
lovely trills and arpeggios,
etudes and symphonies;

a sentry keeping watch
over dirtied ivory keys
played and loved once
by souls of olden days;

labors of faceless men
held close to its breast,
strains still remembered
kept deep in the chest;

an old piano book stands
now sullied by the years,
within its torn pages live
dead musician tears.


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I know (Oppression)

One thing that I know all about, without any doubt
        The meaning of “Oppression of The Soul.”
               I once shattered all my dreams, with ill-gotten schemes
                      Along with every single goal
Emptiness is a real dark thing
        As it eats its way through your soul
              I found the bottom of the pit, all I can say of it
                       It truly was a very empty hole
I guess every story has a meaning
         Just as every game has a price
              If you look closely at me, you’ll be able to see
                      A lifetime of pain in my advice
Oppression is a real dark word
        Regardless of how the word is used
                 If you’re in the shadow of it, the bottom the pit
                          You know what it means to be abused
For years I walked in the shadows
      I had nothing but hatred for the Son
                I just couldn’t see, why it had to be
                        All the things in my life that had been done
If you were to look into my eyes
      And read all the stories they have to tell
            All you would be able to see, is pain and misery
                   A shadow that was in a living hell
I know all about oppression
     For it rolls upon the shores of hate
        I once looked in the mirror to see, a ghost living in me
             Just a skeleton walking through his fate
I also know all about redemption
     Behind every shadow there rest some form of light
                   With in the breath of a prayer, I learned how to care
                           Thus changing the course of my plight
Every story has a meaning
        There is a way to right any wrong
                Grasp to the light, and then hold on tight
                          As you search for the meaning of your song
My song once was heavy metal
         I truly loved to bang my head
                 An empty soul, with a bottomless hole
                          A never-ending hunger to be fed
Now my song is a ballad
        A story that is full of hope and love
                I learned how to pray, and give it away
                       Accepting grace from the Lord above
Oppression crosses our paths everyday
        It is everywhere to see
                You know what’s right, learn to stand and fight
                       You will have learned to be all that you can be
 

Written for the "Oppression of the Soul Contest)


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Moving Lightly

I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the driver behind
becomes too distressed.

I move lightly at sixty,
homeward through the rural landscape,
past barns and combines,
engine humming, without straining,
secure that I need not be anywhere,
or anything, but myself.

I move lightly at sixty,
through the longer shadows of fall,
short days and warm afternoons,
trees variegated with the leafy
nostalgias of the year past,
and the years before.

I move lightly at sixty,
the old van's engine drones
as I "OM", indistinguishable
one from the other, both well worn,
and oblivious of the
years we show.

I move lightly at sixty,
no longer with a need to lie,
or prevaricate,
in love with every woman I see,
and no longer afraid
to say so.

I move lightly at sixty,
in love with the journey,
rather than the goal.
In love with the moment
rather than the hour and 
the need to mark it.

I move lightly at sixty,
bemused by public anger over
a rappers words, knowing they
are far less harmful
than the blood shed
in my time.

I move lightly at sixty,
ready to gear down if necessary,
still able to speed up if needed
to avoid the hazards
of an overactive ego
and libido.

I move lightly at sixty,
content to be alone,
joyful to have company,
regretting neither,
thankful for old friends,
and old loves.

I move lightly at sixty,
finding that not acting,
is as important as the act,
knowing that one can be undone,
and the other, can't.

I move lightly at sixty,
like a comfortable breeze
on a fall day, a thermal for a bird,
uplift for a friend,
a drying wind for a
tearful cheek.


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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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Do You Ever Think of Me

Do you ever think of me,
though much time has passed and
we have not talked, we have not met?
Do you ever wonder how I am,
what I've done, where I've been?
Do you ever picture in your mind
how the years have changed my face,
lined my brow, slowed my pace?
I often think of you, as you were,
when I'm blue...how we two
would talk the night away then
greet the day with smiles and laughter --
ready to face the roads ahead,
the crooked miles we'd walk alone --
but, after, waiting to relax again,
to smile once more, trusting that
we'd meet some time and talk till day,
with nothing changed that counts at all...
still all smiles, all hugs, all laughter.


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My Looking Glass Self

I fear not the unknown
but what I cannot unleash and interpret
stifled emotions blur my vision
leaving my looking glass self – unclear

my insides are in disarray, like 
shredded confetti propelling in the wind
scattered pieces lose their bearing  
leaving my looking glass self -  astray

bewilderment surrounds me now, while
revisiting an exhausted road 
heavy footprints convey a story
leaving my looking glass self - questioning

life’s sophistication is a struggle, akin to a rubix cube
to succeed with no difficulty - cheat
moulding fate to the desired outcome
leaving my looking glass self - discreditable

I excavate buried courage, and
confront the image gazing back at me
suffering has been endured, however
the reflection stands upright and determined 
despite life’s battle, survival has conquered      
leaving my looking glass self – intact 

written by Diana-Marie Bombardieri
January 11, 2012
Originally written in 1998


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30 Years of Blooms

I guess it’s time to stop asking questions,
and start answering them.
Wipe away long dead evaporations;
mined trails overgrown with new,
more current vines.

Time to remove the silver duct-tape
from the face of killed memory; (the girl
in the cavern who sits, wide eyed and bound
at her skeletal ankles and wrists at the top 
of the wicked peak, looking for a way out –
her green eyes wild and rolling
like thunder and mustangs at the edge 
of the drop ,
looking for a way out of this 
buried-alive, hell)
and replace it with white words whispered
into my own children’s ears.

I cannot judge you.
Just as I cannot judge her.
We are all together in this moment.

And although I’d love to be 
the high and mighty mother who says,
“OH! I would never do that to MY kids –
never!”
I won’t. 
I won’t give him the pleasure.
The one who turned you to glass; beat you
until you were nothing but sunlight
in your own mother’s memory.
She loved me as I love mine (including
the young one who waits for her savior with 
the shining scissors; coming through 
the dark like rebirth and deliverance;
like a cool cloth on a charred brow).

So I will plant my Mother’s Day lilac tree
in her honor –
burying the questions,
honoring the love we shared
and still share.
We will leave our judgments at the door and sit 
beneath its amethyst blooms 
(my birthstone; 
                                  your given gift of insight)
exalting in the sacred heart of motherhood;
laughing until we cry;
feeding its deep roots
with memory.




© Kristin Reynolds 5 9 09

*Dedicated to my Mother this Mother's Day (I hope you are listening...)


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My Dreams

I want to dream
Like flying across the sky
Finding out greater heights
Seeing others view of reality
And be one with the sky.

I want to dream 
Swimming underneath the ocean
Searching water creatures
Fishes, clamps, and corals
Discern what their importance’s are
In our existence and health.

I want to dream
Walking underneath the ground
Exploring things that make us
Wealthy and abundant
Seeing the sources of gold, diamond
And any mineral alike.

I want to dream all my life
To enjoy everything
With my dream Self
As I always know
It’s another form of my reality.


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Me, Myself and I

I thought of things each day
As if they were stream of events
Through my mind away
More scenes I kept
Within my soul blemished
Haunted and reminiscent
Each action that pricked
My inner being in the wilderness
Of its fruition bestowed
For those who deserved
To savor the sumptuous breed
Of nature who spoke
Within the collective cells
That circumscribed
The essence of my existence
I created everything
That pleased and hurt me at once
But it was just fragment
Of essential things
Needed to propel my desires
To become who I am
And be one with everything.


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Transitory

“Look up,” she cried,
And the rains came swiftly,
Overwhelming her youth
With migrant purpose.

Summer’s demise,
So abrupt,
Interrupted her sound-scape,
Giving her pause.

“Look around,” she said,
And autumn bowed to her,
A colorful character
In shades of golden afternoons.

Sequestered among
Such vividness,
She found solace and comfort
Through the grace of experience.

“Look up,” she laughed,
And silver dusted her hair,
Weighing the diversity
She wore as a crown.

Abstract changes
Became her teacher,
A benevolent
Yet unforgiving presence.

“Look around,” she said,
And spread her arms wide,
Dancing in the perspective
Of winter.

This life is transitory,
Best marked
By the seasoning
Of one’s attitude.


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Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you

I am like
Cleopatra
embraced by serpents many
fear
always trying something new
and dramatic with my
hair
I am like
Eva Patrón
growing up with a painful family
getting lost in movies
thinking of my own
hypnotizing when I speak
First lady of Argentina
meeting you, after death
would be a treat
a nervous habit, of nibbling
on my jewelry
the similarities, between us
gave me a sense of foolery
I am like
Wilma Mankiller
Chief of the Cherokee Tribe
for ten years
fighting against Native stereotypes
despite such distress
enemies did stress
promoting to ‘be of good mind’
you were a leader, of your time
an advocator for women
that they may grow up
and become chief
as a child, you wondered
the forests, like me
not the streets
I am like
Aung San Suu Kyi
wearing three types of 
flowers in your hair
feeling at times like a 
‘splinter of glass, sharp, glinting
power to defend itself against hands
that try to crush’
winner of a Nobel Peace Prize, 
for courage, was
a must
I am like
Catherine The Great
a love to laugh,
coffee, and feeling compelled
to always fill abandoned blank
sheets of paper
you were a Royal Russian Empress,with
not one red drop of Russian blood
and her people, were blessed
to have her
I am like
the Queen of England
longest royal lifetime in history
strong built, from a miserable childhood
toughened her
this is no mystery
preferring candle light
to electricity
handwriting over typewriter
and poetry
I am like
Indira Gandhi
dreaming to live as she did
riding elephants and having
tiger cubs as companions
your own Sikh security
killed you, the story
a sad one
secret dreams of being a writer
angered, by the imbalance of
power
between men and women
listening to beat poets
like Ginsberg
as a great Prime Minister of India 
you were heard
and understood
I am like
Rigoberta Menchú
drew the worlds attention to 
native Indians rights,
because of you
your goal, to be
a drop of water on a rock
dripping in the same spot,
eventually in the world, you
may leave a mark
wearing many colors
‘because it gives you life’
insisting men and women be equals
you fought this fight
to relax, as I do
writing poetry into
 the night
I am like
Joan of Arc
French Military Heroine
burned at the stake at just
age nineteen
known for keeping your cool
even on the battlefield
being a courageous and inspirational
rare jewel
Legendary Lady Leaders
I salute you



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At least I twinkle, tonight

I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness
of sky
and I'm hanging on
to vacant air

as all the saplings
and gawkers
slurp on lattes
and wish upon my misery

alas, when one of those whims
chooses to make itself
come true,
I'll shoot like a meteor

into nothing

but a tittle of dust
flickering
in someone else's dream


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Thank you, Photoshop

For turning my eyes into shallow Pacific blues,
because nobody likes Chocolate. 

For transforming the freckled clusterbomb on my face,
into baby skin smoothness!

Because freckles are humanity’s alleged worst enemy
and I refuse to allow my self-confidence to stay Pro-Activ.

Thank you, Photoshop
for giving me that liposuction I ALWAYS wanted
in less than 10 minutes!

Working out is BENEATH me!
And I’m too busy dating these "5 Guys".

Thank you for bathing me in your Black & White Fountain of Youth!
60 is the used 25!

I refuse attempts in removing this fallacy
crawling under my lifted eye sockets.

My wisdom wrinkles shall stay imploded under pretentious needle.

Otherwise, I can’t continue to be fed
flirtatious appetizers by horny sheeple
and bi-curious copycats
hocking hairballs at the sight
of my airbrushed collagen lips
while they dry hump my computer generated thighs.

Their retinas grope my artificially inflated Grand Canyons
which are really only peaked valleys.

Yet, they won’t look at my defaults…

So, I thank you Photoshop
for being unable
to crop my misery.

© Drake J. Eszes 
"Dedicated to those who are unable to look within themselves." -D.J.E.


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Brighton Streets

Do I dare look at you when I walk these streets?
Chase your shadow as it crawls under my feet?
For I have walked my way through 
These pleasant, summer nights
Trailing any trace of you in amber
Street lights.
Hearing the laughter of men and women
Drunken behind bars, their obliviousness
Billowing with the smoke of cigars
And once again I begin to wonder
In these thoughts that shatter, asunder
Of how unvoiced these nights have become.

The scent of scones melting in tea
The sugar, the beach, the creamed coffee
How foolish do I ought to be?
How much emotion becomes too much for me?
And the sun that strokes the clouds at sea
And hides its rays amongst them-
I watch… as all this beauty encircles me.

My eyes see not the glamorous dream
That has been haunting the lives of many it seems
The loveliness of love and its glimmering gleam
The word that is only word
That dream that is only dream.

For I have seen it on all these smiley faces, 
Hurried looks, and warm embraces
Can’t you see?
How we all have been entangled in one giant
Web of emotion?

Is there ever a place between Wordsworth’s
Daffodils and Poe’s Raven?
I walk these streets listening to a busker
Play his harmonica-
As I flip a coin into his flipped hat,
I wonder
How different we are, him and me
              Or are we?

Restricted we are to language and time,
Enslaved in memory, engaged in rhyme
How much easier it is to think of you and me
Rather than the misleading amounts of
Separating land and sea –illusory-
I observe and am observed as I walk these 
Streets, and I feel I know nothing of
Neither you nor me.


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My Soul, is Freedom's Journey

Blowing through a vast crevasse –
from whirling tempest; 
to calming balm on wounded skin;
to constant howl;
to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips –

I am a promise, 
to the girl who waits,     
within the cave, where no light shines;
where sucking blackness and decay
consumes and claws across
the barren expanse that is –

My inner child’s mind.

Little Kristin, girl of 7 
(when time stopped)
suspended upon a bony pillar, sits,
engulfed by craggy mountain walls –

The cave of sorrows.

A black pit surrounds the tower, 
held hostage by those who would keep her silent;
(protecting the illusion at all costs)
she waits,
bound, 
and as silent as the fear that creeps up 
the lone pillar,
(coming for the light in her eyes)
killing slowly, methodically,
attacking light –
the light that creeps through cracks;
breaks through holes;
breathes life into darkness –

(minions of death vying to stay her shine).

Her holly-hobby night gown 
(full of broken dreams)
tattered and torn, 
crowns her dirty little feet.
A grayed white gag, beneath soiled cheeks –
(like apples, they used to say)
blackened by yesterday,
save for the dappled light that shines,
from green eyes –
just a glimpse…
       then gone.

A tiny flame flickers, within small hands –
(holding what was stolen)
keeping the beasts at bay...
(lighting a Mother’s way)

They say I was everything to the one in the photographs –
The light giver.

Light taken, 
       and given.
Her battery drained, 
(strength offered to the shining moon)
       then gone.

Permanently erased.
Eradicated, liberated (grace or fear?)

Strength was my gift born
from her weakness -
my birthright, and soul’s mantra.

My soul was God’s gift -
my strength,
was her gift –
I am battery doubled.
No more am I dirty black holes 
hiding in shadow,

For I am wind…

I am nowhere, 
        And everywhere.
I am past, present and future.
My soul is freedom blowing through the cracks 
left by the black maker (innocence taker);        
     
into my darkest depths;
holding the little girl (lost, no more) –

kissing her face;
drying her tears;
      leaving the cave -
carrying my child home.

Together we light 
the ancient halls,
Where I am the light maker now.

Winding my way from heaven to
ground;
kissing the nose’s of my five reasons 
found –

My soul is wind 
       from the heaven’s,
unbound,

and these are the gifts 
that my soul 
resounds.

Amen.


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Watered Down

.
           much like tulips 
       (they bloom and fade)
      I become as little shivers
lost on a tossed and trembled wind

      a catcher of tender stars
       these hands are small
        and much too fragile
    to hold on to their burden

          despite the struggle
my minds eye beholds a white light
buried beneath eyelids made of steel

a midnight gasping through dark shadows
           haunting this tired heart 
(much too shattered to withstand those black
                  orbs )

          like a wisp of smoke
                I came…..
               I blinked……
         and found I was gone

     in every sunrise blasting color
            in my southern sky
               I ride the sun

        yet….I exhaust so quickly
                by moon rise
                     I cry 
    tears of watered down rust red
             bleeding a lost aria
             in silent tormented  
            and tangled refrains
(moments of naked breakdown)

   canopies of bent double boughs
    weeping beneath a willow tree
(I shiver from this reckless stream)

        borrowed time taunts me
            a vicious scourge
        I weaken with every hour
      I gaze into a disfigured mirror
    into eyes too bruised to face me
my moments of tortured cognizance

        I find that going nowhere 
               is a long trip
               to walk alone….


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Tension Waiting

The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.

And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.

But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,

As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.

And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, 
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.


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FROM THE NEWSPAPER STAND


Along this foggy daybreak stroll,
I tread along the intersection
between Mabini Street and EDSA boulevard, 
crossing number 25 Ortigas Road.

I breathe in the same grain 
of Manila pollen and dust itching
my throat ; an acrid mound of city garbage
gathered by rain’s aftermath,
as if to beckon another tropical deluge;

and the loud chatter of headlines
from the newspaper stand pierces
the lobes with a burning jolt… a bundle 
of political scoops  and trade rumors
grating an otherwise neutral hour.

Few distances away, a flea market stand
vibrates with energy; pedestrians milling
around to check  buko pies, plum bits,
and homemade guava jams… the exotic aromas
mixing with  smoky flavor of dried bamboo leaves
on top of abaca wares; all these catering
to small pleasures of the low-middle working class.

Curving through Francis Square, a deluge
of movement initiates the 7 30 am rush…
buses, cars, and taxi- stands unload
a giant hive  of wayfarers coming from
different points of the map; dragging
their skeletal frames like ticks of a clock.

Amidst a Friday hub, I stop to glance at the
towering statue of  Mother Mary as a
cart-pusher slowly wanders by; his warm
smile bearing a contrast in a region
where the rat race of man is typical.

Surrounded by a collage of fragrant
eucalypti and mango trees, I breath in 
a  sense of delight  likened to my
yard’s garden, this time, with heady scent.
The plump oaks  at the front lobby
of Pharmo Industries are shedding 
foliage, while  a painted  splash
of native robins cruises from laced twigs,
far beyond the clutter of newspaper stands,
market place, and taxi-stands.
 
My gaze casts inward to balance my thoughts,
as I begin my protracted stay at work.



Stand Contest of Debbie Guzzi
and Nathan's One of Your Best
by nette onclaud


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Nothing Remains

My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a  lover’s crumbling skeleton.

A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me, 
shattering the dam of tranquility.

I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there. 
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind, 
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.

Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.

Back and forth, back forth it goes...

I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.

Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...

Silence has blocked your ears.

The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others. 
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain. 

I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.

Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing. 
Hear nothing. See nothing.  Say nothing.

Then wait...

Can you feel me now?

As nothing touches you.








*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no 
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me.  Thank you, Catie.


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Urgent Call for Love

 Urgent Call for Love

The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And meet the hungry jury in The Hague
The puppet is hanging by his last string
And the judgment day is sure to come
Forty thousand martyrs will be singing
As they join me in my urgent call for love.

The war machine is pregnant and is bloated.
Money births an icy, rigid son.
He grows up in the muck of all this madness,
It arms its addled brother with a gun.
In my world, war is not an option,
Let’s end the chaos with a silken glove
Murdered angels soar among the heavens
Please join me, in my urgent call for love.

I’d love to build a mass market dart board
With mug shots of the Senators and House
I’d load it on an App and shoot the darts off
With the quiet, perfect clicking of my mouse.
How can these servants bow before their master?
When Moses had already freed his tethered load?
Make them testify before the one judge
And answer to our urgent call for love

Some years ago a scholar lost his lectern
Because somebody stole my vote away
He spoke his truth in defense of climate
And was told let’s fix it later, not today
When the perfect storm came a calling
It blew our measured lives and hopes astray
 My Mother, here’s an olive branch and white dove
I surrender to the urgent call for love.

The pleading skies and rivers, they have warned us
Their voices rose to wail their tortured song
The veins of life, they have been all corrupted
And darkness has been blinding us in fog.
Insanity bathes in its make shift chambers
It soaks in a vile and filthy marble tub.
Please join in my call for our salvation,
I am humbled,   in my urgent call for love.

Brenda Atry 1/1/2013 copyright pending


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o', just for once, to receive what i give-

if he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe 
like the quintessence of begin? would it live 
as the moon to the sea – as precise as the art
of expanse along kismets journey, and all horizons linear? 
would it wind-wash and rush my untouched
expanse, as a field soft and wild, exhaling through hair?
would you hear all of my hurt as it crashes to floors; crashing
through my glass floors, formed by years of perfected neglect; 
(reverberating through centuries of cause and effect)

or would it die in my hands;
turn to dust
at your
feet?

no. 

to read his undying words, such as my deepest imaginings 
can conjure, would be as if the very sun had come to rest beneath 
my bosom, shining exponentially forth every wish and dream i have 
ever harbored within the safe haven of my yearnings, since long 
before the birth of time itself!

o’, words given from the depths of my hearts deliberate daydreams, 
from the vastness of your perpetual being,
would surely render my mind useless, striking my fluttering 
body numb, and alive all at once!
if my love ever wrote me a love poem, i would answer 
by way of warm lips on eyelids, (weary from longing 
and unrequited need) gliding them 
down his fair face, kissing years of spent tears into the oblivion that is       
no more (the culmination of death and the sweet realization 
of answered prayers), and yet

i would no sooner ask him to write me a love poem, then I would 
expose my longing to receive one.


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Pay Attention

Pay attention
~~~~~~~~~~
Just when she thinks the coast is clear
In walks the ghost with a smile and a can of beer
“Come over here - let me tell you a story”
“Sit on my lap - you don’t have to worry”
“Do as I say and it won’t be gory”
 
Pay attention
~~~~~~~~~~
As the ghost tells his bed time story
Strokes her hair and tells her not to worry
Listening to this ghost and his horrific sounds
Her body is stiff, her heart pounds 
She tries not to cry as his pants begin to round

Pay attention
~~~~~~~~~~
“You know I love you” the story begins
“Don’t tell mommy” the story ends
Back in bed alone in the dark
The ghost and his beer have left their mark
An innocent “bedtime story” is how it all starts

Lay

**Submitted to Crystal Wilkins Childhood Memories Contest
*Won 2nd place




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Speak To Me With Light

He winces contritely,
The new silver in his hair 
Is only a wise light.
I try not notice for only
He is only my life.

I stare with abandon,
My wine glass
And how it fills red, violet, white
And can only be the vessel for reflection
The filament spreads evenly
And this liquid delights.

I retrace the warmth of the quiet
To the long mountain road at midnight 
The trees in the headlights
The thick forest blackness
Hours of clean air
I crack the car window
Freezing July tonight.

It is longer than expected,
But I know how to wait.
No longer a wispy maiden with eyes of dread.
Life is this heartbeat 
He glances at me often on the curvaceous up climb
Our mature honeymoon 
Captured in memories' sight.

I tell him this is a good place to stop.
It is frightening to be at the top of the wilderness in the cold,
But be bold for the cosmos has an order
That fills every space with spectacle,
In the pitch, there is no interference.
No glaring light bulbs or street signs.
Only creation's windows.

He winds me into his arms, 
Our celestial bodies are now the heat
Against the shiver--Death's  a small disturbance
Speak to me with light my love
For existence only 
When the only cover for sleep will be these stars.



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Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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Traces

One evening, much like any other striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose colored the clouds with facets of light tapering inward Traces of gold between each color as deep and clear as the sages A red sun overhead, grown weary with seasons, did not seem to notice that we were mother and child Whispering sounds of emerald breezes did not label me wise, nor her naive' We were two who walked equally side by side She lifted her voice, and spoke with an eloquence I had not heard before, and it was just as the twilight calls to the stars.... so that they will know just what to do Young spruces stood bolt upright, every twig stiff with interest, and with deep respect at her every word as if they were watching transformation in tandem, an exchange so delicately detectable That in one clinging moment, to the other, one of us was letting go of childhood, and one was letting go of the child Both of us looking to the sky for recognition I watched the sycamore shed beneath the load of spent yellow and gold Letting them softly go, without remorse while I did the same
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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


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Grounded

a broken shoe
now
barefoot

cold, gray street
warm feet

relishing the moment
of getting connected

of feeling underneath
the stories
left behind by grit

and taking some
of that home

a church,
the street outside,
and bare feet

some walk in
full of hope, love, happiness
some walk in
empty with despair, grief, loss

beginnings
and endings

going home
feeling the same 
or differently

never did walk barefoot
on the streets before

enlightening
is the word

less than a minute
was all it took

Grounded.


dec. 12, 2010


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Allowance

My prints are visible for now as I press the soaked sand
Breathing in the cured sea air
I hear the silent roar of its mighty movement
Disobedient curves imbuing in an aquamarine blue 
Rhythmic grains of tamed shells
So violently arranged in a thing of beauty along the beaten shore
One should feel powerless against its perimeter 
As the constant ascension changes the beach slowly over time 
So to do I feel an ever so mellow shift of mind 
The sea is an ever so predictable place 
With an unpredictable aim 
Every bit true for life 


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Validation

In their dreams…

Yes, please Whisper indoctrinated dialect Upon my harrowing song Yes, please Remove that scented, plastic tulip Place it upon my oblivious palm As if we’re in a Sadie Hawkins dance Bribing hearts With petal currencies Psst, hey I woke up only feeling like a thousand bucks. A foreign knock-off made of recycled, rubber bolts And ambiguity Please Tell me I’m priceless with borrowed, high-interest breaths Liquidate my potent complacency To become that symbol of an elitist humanity Yes! Stroke that clouded, diamond tip With your sensual thumb Love stamps of approval After 6 months of quickie penetration And co-signatures on dilapidated apartment leases PLEASE, YES! Take me to our creator! Tell Him I am free!!! I will stand here in virtual observance! Wait, where are you going? Come back to me! COME BACK TO ME! My wheelchair’s batteries are fading! How will I stand?! NO! …
Sadly, they never validated their reality… ©Drake J. Eszes


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'The Unreal of Real Life'

Her instinct was to run 
as fast as she could... 

Her feet started to move,
Slowly at first, gradually faster,

But then she bumped into something
A wall,
layered with promises,
unfulfilled ones
one by one 
she delved into them… 

NUMBER ONE said,
“I will always love you”, 
In little pieces it crumbled to the floor 

NUMBER TWO had the words, 
“Our love will last forever “,
Now scattered 

NUMBER THREE echoed the words, 
I would never hurt you, 
a promise so fragile 

NUMBER FOUR 
“We’re in this together”,
totally distorted... 

When she got to 
layer NUMBER FIVE
a single tear 
slipped from her eye 
because there she saw
an image of who she was 

Before his empty promises 
And all she hoped for was 
One last chance to be 
“That woman again!!...

One last try
To fix the broken pieces
 Before his footprints 
Demolished everything
 she was before him..


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Contest: Latest Poem On The Soup
4th Place


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Cab Fare - The Ride

Cabbie:

"You can also look at it in a different light altogether...... 
John Keats died at the young age of 25. 
Nobody really knew who he was until years after his death. 
Same goes for Emily Dickinson. 
Now with her, some folk did know she wrote great poetry, 
especially since she wrote over 1700 poems doing her lifetime. 
But her first collection was published 4 years after she passed away.

Or take Arthur Rimbaud. 
He quit writing poetry, becoming an arms dealer and mercenary. 
People who knew him during this time, realized how he was awfully depressed 
about different aspects of the literary world at the time. 
He died of gangrene of the leg, muttering something about emptiness.

And what about Shakespeare! 
He became a phenomenal hit during his lifetime.
People praised his work, and yet he was depressed. 
There was something he just couldn't quite wrap his head around. 
Boy, did he ever drink! He drank himself into a high fever that killed him outright.

Edgar Allan Poe died a mysterious death, paralleling his very writing. 
They found the poor chap, facedown in a gutter. 
He was drunk, frothing at the mouth and speaking wildly. 
To this day, his cause of death is unknown. 
Some experts suggest liver damage from excessive drinking. 
Others claim cholera, rabies, bi-polar disorder, or a mix of all of these symptoms 
could have been the cause of death. 
Needless to say, Poe died in a terrible state of mind.

Let us not forget Shelley! Percy Bysshe Shelley was very depressed. 
Officially it is claimed that he drowned accidentally, even though he had been ranting 
about committing suicide the day before. 
His bloated corpse was unsuccessfully cremated to the embarrassment of many people. 
Eventually, the unburnt heart of poor Percy was offered to his wife....
she kept it preserved as a keepsake on her writing desk."


Client:

"Oh my God! I have never really looked at it this way before! 
And my child wants to become one of these forsaken people!? 
As soon as I get home, I am going to talk my son out of becoming a poet!"


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'That Missing Link'

One day after years of searching
for that missing link 
he came along, without warning 
he meddled with the barricades 
I build... 

The things I used to protect myself, 
fragile me, all exposed 
and yet 
the steps we took healed us both... 

Not realizing that every day
our dependence on others 
for validation were being cut away 
not knowing we were on a journey 
of discovery of who we are 
without faceless crowds 
dictating our behavior... 

I've learned to love myself 
I've learned to love others again 
without the fear of losing them,
I've learned to be happy 
without being afraid 
that something sinister might happen 

we've grown together 
and we have grown apart 
but we are always in each other’s hearts 

Even though we're miles apart 
our paths have been cemented... 

Connections remain even distance can't separate... 

It's a friendship
 you don't ask questions about 
it’s a friendship you nurture.

Not because you are forced to,
But because it’s the one thing
That has kept us centered 
and made me embrace 
who I really am…

I will always be thankful for you…

Contest Name : “The Right Time”
By : Wilma N. Neels
Dedicated to B

020720111955

Contest: The Right Time
1st Place


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Into the Weeds

Young girls’ bright eyes widened Behold the wild wheat field Playground for imaginative innocents Gracefully swaying golden stalks Feathered with grain centers Shooting up like ostrich plumes Enhanced by the aroma Of tantalizing potato pancakes Wafting from Miss Anna’s kitchen Such was the ideal venue For hide-and-go-seek The catch of a summer’s day Chewing on a chicken leg Hiding low in duck-walk form Produced a lesson in nature Black ants erected colonies Tiny birds sang overhead Warm sun bathed the golden paradise Plans dashed through my mind When I grow up, I want to live here Right here in the amber field Thatched weeds can be my roof Rain will not seep through As I play host to God’s creatures I’d want for naught Grain could sustain me As wind-swept shadows dispelled the heat Two decades passed swiftly Before my eager return To revisit my playground of youth Stinging sadness overcame me As I stared at an empty mall That had replaced the weeds What is there about a bulldozer That doesn’t like a meadow And buries forever a young girl’s dreams But I will always remember Gracefully swaying, bowing stalks With grain centers that shot up like ostrich plumes Casting shadows on little girls’ faces And lives
*For PD's free verse challenge


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Perception

To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to hide --
we'd label these as skewed
perceptions, not real truth...

But, no matter -- when once
I thought myself unfairly judged
and asked "How so?",
I was reminded of the obvious,
i.e.: all outcomes are determined
by perceived attitudes and actions.
Not truth, but clear perception,
pure appearance, guide others' thoughts
and so create the world we live in.

Thus,  however harsh,
"Perception is reality."


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Rusted Nail

Today, upon the ground, I found a rusted nail.
Red and yellowed since its use,
It was caked and swollen; cracked lines top to bottom
With one turn in its body where last it was removed.
And the head was tilted slightly from a blow
Received when it was first employed and put to use.
I pondered of the purpose it had served
And the structure it had helped to hold and form.
I recognized its shape having spent many days 
With hammer in my hand and blueprint in mind.
I have straightened many that were pulled and bent 
And drove them to serve purpose.
Once this nail had value and function was providence.
Now, it fills a wrinkle of my palm 
And leads me to wonder….
What will someday become of me?
Will a member of the generation born this day
Look upon me and speculate my past,
And weigh my usefulness against my keep?
Will I present as bent?
And, will the balding gray and shortened step
Persuade them I have passed my day of worth? 
Or, will they look about their world 
And see what I have made?
So much from just one rusted nail. 


4th place in "Darn I Wish I Wrote This" on 6-26-12


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If Heaven Permits

If heaven permits
I will be a robin
Perching
Up on a sunlit branch of a tree
Gazing at the far-off light
That flourishes out on the vanilla sky

I will sing
From June to the merry month of May
Every flat
Every sharp
Every note of poetic symphony
That glitters ceaselessly

I will fly
Rough and tough
Beyond ferns and herbs
At odds with
The whirling wind
That might spoil my beauty

And yes
I will soar
Steeper than the milky way
As long as the world breathes
Until heaven
Forbids me

not.



Author’s Note and Inspiration.

-  Free Verse Introspection International Poetry Contest
Contest Winner- Honorable Mention(4th place)
March 15, 2008
Contest Sponsor: Deborah Simpson-Author of the Chronicles of a Sage: Spiritual Revelations
via Canto.



- The Celebrating You International Poetry Contest
Contest winner- 1st place
March 15, 2008
Sponsored by Kristine Reynolds


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Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


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'validation'

sometimes we look for validation from strangers, only to be disillusioned... When all we have to look for is the love from within and speak love and life into every breath we take--
©200520121935


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'Rediscover Me'


- "If you can walk away today, would you?"
Somehow that question stuck in her mind as she was packing things in her suitcase Can it really be this easy? I hope not she thought - How can one just pack up and go? How do you forget the things that you cherished for half your life things that made the most sense even those you identified as your own? How did you become the stranger in the family portrait? So unrecognizable lifeless hair, a face that reflect weariness With an absent smile I never realized I've lost myself somehow, somewhere I got stuck while everyone around me continued to grow stagnant I became - because I worried about everybody else and forgot to love me maybe it's time I rediscover me - 'cause how can one give love when you don't love yourself? So this is not goodbye, no I'm not leaving you... Just taking some time out to rediscover me ---
*Inspired by so many situations out there* @270620121100


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Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night

Life is a cruel wench, a beckoning tramp, she is.
 Sprawling wide open to draw us into her erotic nectar.
 She whispers lurid words which promise to forestall
 The imminent erosion, of illusionary perfection.

The promise of a tomorrow? Few have the inherent structure,
 To challenge her guile, humming quiet, sweet victory.
 Only the ancient one, who hides beneath our vision,
When wrenched from the rock, is still perfect in her imperfection.

Dawn loses its battle to dusk, and returns again to be defeated
 In an endless, biblical battle. The waves wash up on the shore
Wrenching the sands from pounded beaches; only to spew up
 Again and be dumped ashore by the evenings rushing tides.

I lie on my back, on a beach, gazing up at dark stars,
On this black diamond night, sadly, wiser.

Brenda  Molmod  Atry  8/14/2012


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Shaped by the River

Silvery ripples and swirls of viridian currents
Moving through ancient gorges,
	Molding and shaping solid shades of gray granite…
Soft and round, 
Craggy and sharp,
Here and There…

Solid rock thrusting up 
Shaped by shifting currents of the river
		Rising and falling,
		Rushing and fading,
		Over time.

Who knows where 
The current will go next
Or what shape the rocks will take,
Over time.

Nevertheless
	The river and rocks remain,
	One, solid and steady,
	The other, fluid and ever-moving.

Sitting here
	My heart longs to shed its burdens
	To let them slide like a rock into the gently swirling water
	And be carried away by the swiftly flowing current beneath the surface.

I want to know …
	Can I remain solid and steady, yet fluid,
                As the currents of change swirl 
                Around me?
	
I want to know …
                Can I be molded and reshaped 
                As the river of life courses
                Through me?

I want to know …
               Can I be moved in new directions by love, 
               Harmonious and true to the voice of my heart 
               Echoing in the ancient gorge of my own soul?

The only answer that comes
              Is the flow of my tears and 
              The sound of the river as it continues 
              To ripple and run around the rocks. 

Maybe       
             That
             Is enough, 
             For now.


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Etched Lines


Everyday she looks at herself in the mirror
but doesn't really see
             ...until today

Never realized until now
just how much depth
        superficial lines can behold...


She  t
         r
          a
           i
            l
             s
                along the scar on her left cheek
and remembers
just how much it hurt that day...
...the wound has healed,
though the heart is taking
a longer time to catch up


She   t...r...a...c...e...s
the lines on her palm,
mulling over what fate has dealt her,
heart and mind interconnected
by the invisible lines of reason and feeling
fate lines to heart lines to life lines


worry lines, age lines and laugh lines
each tell a story
each a silent witness to her life
of sadness, of growing up, of happiness
...of loving and living


Crossing that finish line
is inevitable
She's getting there... 
ever so slowly, and she savors each step
completely content with the etched lines
that she gathers along the way...



**Sept 21, 2010 
written for Paula's Line contest :)


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Lying Tower

Lies...
stack them up like
foam blocks, all foamy—
or wooden blocks 
be wooden

Higher, and higher,
piled on top of the other,
teetering

A foundation built on lies

Sky high, too high 
one 
last lie
to put on top,
one more lie
as white and light
as a feather

but it is enough
to let everything
topple over...

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           P_S_
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                      N_g


Liar mother,
what becomes your child?

liar child,
what will become of you?







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You Are on My Mind

You're on my mind
Doing things which you
Love most with me
Creating marvels of life
You want to share
Making impossibility
Possible and real
Exploring the vastness
Of love we share
Even in our minds
Let's don't stop
These uncanny feelings
Until we realize
It's all in our minds.


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Where my Beauty lies

My beauty lies, in the warmth of my care.
It’s in the way I shield your secrets, those private things that we share.

My beauty lies in the grace of my stride
It’s the seductive swaying, a hypnotic glide

My beauty lies in the confidence of my walk
It’s in the tone of my voice, the way that I talk.

My beauty lies on softness of my lips
It’s in the charm of my smile; it’s in the curve of my hips

My beauty lies here in the space between my thighs
It’s in those words that I speak that can make your nature rise.

My beauty lies, in places beyond my flesh
It’s the way my soul opens up and offers you rest. 

My beauty lies in the depths of my eyes.
It’s the way they lead you to my heart and welcome you inside.


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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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whispers in silence

What keeps me awake
When the cool breeze bears whispers of things to come
Promises to be fulfilled on the morrow?

Is it my joyless moment of cognizance
knowing that this stagnant night ripples from no real breeze
Only imagined promises birthed on the whims of a longing heart?

Yet, what keeps me awake
is not these dreams of flattering winds
but it is this night of lifeless branches and unrifled leaves
the lack of real whispering winds taunting my heart
What truly keeps me awake
Is the silence of tomorrow.


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'Sleep deprived ramblings'

Everything is not always just black and white hidden beneath what we think we know are the blurred version of what is really real and what we perceive to be real… Our hopes and dreams might not manifest in the way we envision them but somehow between what we wish and what our faith sets in motion things that are meant for us are born, birth from a tomorrow we didn't know existed Yet, It will mean the world to us, if not today maybe the next day… It's all part of living between what we thought is black and white and what is hidden beneath the tinted shades of hopes and dreams we never knew existed…
© All Rights Reserved Contest: Inspirational 6th Place


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Jekyll's Hide



Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.
Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.

Rampant growth tumbles the solitary soul
like an agate in the tumbled path of tide.
Pounding, pushing deep inside so much
so much we can’t abide.

An aggregate are we
of sun and sand and ocean
like diamonds can we shine
or burn like bits of coal.

Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.

Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.
The choice is always there
thrusting, rutting, wrong
to consume all…

Shall we listen to this call?
Or let the frailer fountains flow
the fragile blossoms bloom? 


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The Life-After-Death Sentence

As a child, I wished 
I could refill 
Sky-blue plates 
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought this would resurrect souls
Prematurely swallowed 
Six feet below
By the black holes
On Earth.

When I prayed, I cursed 
The Angel of Death
For not committing suicide
Or at least aborting Murder.

After God found me, 

I helped found a new Garden of Eden 
By killing
The Venus flytrap 
That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath,
And releases non-essential elements 
That even suffocate 
Air.
I committed 
These acts of kindness 
In hopes of being found guilty 
Of premeditated 
Prevention of murder
And eventually being
Given 
The life-after-death sentence.


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'Treasured Commodity'



The reflection says 
you've outgrown us 

I somehow feel sad – 

That which we once had 
has become redundant 

The other side of the coin 
says I should be happy 
‘Cause you've found that inner power,
the ability to go out on your own

and yet letting go
   is like losing 
a part of me 

that object that I’ve grown 
accustomed too –

So I’ll be a bit teary 
even feel a bit used 
but I’ll always be grateful 

no one knew the role you played 
sometimes not knowing 
is a treasured commodity


©120720121045


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Dreams and Reality

When I awoke 
from that place once dreamed 
when I was seventeen, 
and looked around
and saw how swiftly autumn came
with falling years, ….
I have no tears
yet, still, I get,
a few small pangs,
remembering….

A tinge of blue, a bit askew, construed regrets
So futile yet…they linger near... 

My eyes were wide, with expectation,
when youth was mine, 
So little did I know
what line or direction I would go

The plans and dreams and schemes I chose....
I would touch and teach and rush to change
And make an impact in the chain...

My offerings would change the world...
I would be heard, leave a mark, light a spark
A legacy would be my life….
No matter pain, or consequence, or sacrifice

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   Instead of course, I stayed, on course…like others do
   My dream turned into sanity…
   Those youthful schemes had sincerity, 
   I see them now with clarity
   
   What I've learned since then, makes sense to me
   Some things are simply meant to be
   Those dreams became a family…

   My offerings have changed the world, in grander ways
   I do believe
   My children came, first one, then two, then three
   I never dreamed of dreams so full
   Three supreme adults, are the result 
   
   How dreaming dreams, can still come true
      and often is
            in fact, the true, remarkable
                                reality….


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Prayers

Perched high upon the escarpment
of sandstone rubble, the boy sat,
shaded from the rising of the sun
in the shadow of Kings.
Sharp eyed he preyed 
upon the tourist below, and to his God Allah.
His path was a treacherous one
looped and twisting like the snakes of ochre gold
shone cresting the brow of Ramesses
in the unearthly Valley of the Kings;
far from the osprey and marsh grass
of the beloved Nile.

Below the boy, on a zigzag path 
between the mouth-like openings to the netherworld,
tourists swarm, ants on a mound of honey stone
suckers of sweetness, oblivious, 
as they had done for centuries.

He sat as his father before him
hunkered down knees to chest
the vulture heraldic creature of Upper Egypt
death eater, little had changed except
now the robbers wore blue jeans and not the hajab.
He had earned his small bit
of the twentieth century..hawking


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The shower curtain

The flower’s image before me
stares

So overwhelmed by the splendor,
my fingers become;
agitated
restless
frantic,
and what spills;
sears mine slip

Stunning sky blue decorate
the sylphs eyes,
clustered blond tresses ornament
her soft Caucasian flesh 
to her hips
leading this soul’s gaze  to those,
naked distended lips

The poet pining for this;
petite nubile miss















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'Uniquely You'


Remember the days 
When all you had to do was smile
And it made your forget 
about the adversity,
It made you forget about the tears

Remember what it felt like
To unwrap a gift from that 
Someone special

Remember your first kiss
It might not have been 
Something for the record books
But it was your first

Every day we are faced with something new
We encounter strangers, 
Some become friends

We encounter fear,
Laughter and sadness
Sometimes nameless emotions 
that urges you to exhale

You may not remember 
them in a year but it is all part of who you are
like a fingerprint that makes you-- 

uniquely you 

©010120121925


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'The butterfly within'

I always dwelled on my faults my shortcomings never saw the beauty others saw hidden beneath the insecurity falter in search of validation from the things and people that would never mean a thing trying to hide until that day it was easier to face the truth or maybe not easier just a time where running away and cheating myself ripped through the core of everything that is me you come to a point where lying to yourself is not second nature anymore trapped in a space where you know it’s time for change it’s time to take the blindfold off time to embrace you and not what others see, not look for gratification from outside try to feel within, even if it means having to deal with pain in the now instead of chucking it away and bounce around on an emotional see-saw
©160920121608


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Evening Walk


The smallest thing, like sun decending Or evening's dew upon the blades Of scented grass Can bring a sense of calm at last... ~ I'll walk alone in timeless splendor A song will sing from higher branches While breezes curl the boughs and swirl Brown leaves around my feet I'll find my thoughts and cares will wander Then let my worries fall asleep


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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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UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

Children
   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
 their
 
Memories	

Soar        
                 over the
                 Blood Transfusions
    		Hospital frights of prematurity
             			 of EMS sirens
                              HIV trembling tests 
   		 Asthma Tents
   	
                Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
   		
                Sleepless Nights of bully battles
  		
                Struggles with Education’s foes
   		
                 Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
   		
                 The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
			Day night day night day night…unending
   	and

Land  on

      Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
            or the

Shortage of Cash
        for  
                    Trips
                    Technoshit
                    New Shoes 
                    New Cars
	or other
Dreams
                         You 
                      Couldn’t
                         Buy.
 


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Empty Nourishment

A porcelain bowl upon the table
waits, in colored beauty,
as a stomach sits to gnaw
upon its filigreed edge,
where an artist once painted
pastel fruit, so delectably.

Emerald vines,
sweeping across delicate expanse,
textured in their stillness,
inviting one's imagination
to simply taste.

But what good is such vision,
when it fills naught but eyes
and lungs, with artful sigh? 
While its emptiness is swallowed whole,
to dwell, in unsatisfied depths.

If artists truly starved,
would they paint only ugliness?
Could hunger ever really appreciate
such decadent beauty,
without considering its waste?

And still the bowl awaits
upon life's table,
as many different hands
span its crafted rim,
in search of individual
fulfillment...


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Lies Of Perfection

in the night, he reaches, my body responds, aching to be near 
yet the mind screams, pulls back inside its deep recesses
familiar pain rears, sits nonchalantly, laughing, taunting me 
is it I who am loved or am I just involved in the act of love 
the end justifying the means, a single moment, a brief interlude 
conveniently remembered and enacted, how can one truly tell? 

I opened my heart and yet I know, I'm not what he was looking for
the knowledge leaves me cold and saddened, ice forming around my core 
rejection, inferiority, second best, all words that accurately describe 
yet leave no telltale signs of the great pain that they have inflicted 
reality and yet my hands roam freely his body as I welcome him inside 
to lie buried deep within my being, my heart beating furiously

the sheer joy of being loved blocking out the fear, feeding on hope 
even if his emotions are not real, every fibre of my being yearns 
to one day capture all his love, to see it expressed in his eyes 
to silently carve my essence indelibly upon his heart,
to feel it in his smiles warmth, as his eyes adore each curve  
the knowledge that says you are mine and I will love you always 

everyone wants perfection, those that know that they are not 
nor ever will be the one, suffer from the lies of perfection 
so here I lie, accepting the very little that is being offered 
praying to someday find more, existing in that in between world 
between shadow and light, where nothing is clear, everything is shaded
needing to be perfection to someone, as I breathe deeply with eyes drifting into 
my dreams, helplessly staring across the bed of my future
 


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The Mist, The Fog, and the Ocean's Call

Standing before the great water's roll...
Lost within a dream of greatness...
Breathing in slow.   .     .
Exhales more like whispers..
The burning sun had given way to the calling of night...
The gathering of stones, cool and ancient...
Collecting the sea's sadness...
As the last flicker of light fades until the chiming of tomorrow,
I look to the night sky...
There she is found...
In the shifting shadows of the moon...
A thousand departures created the void...
Releasing the hold on today...
With outstretched arms, I fall into the mist, the fog and the ocean's call.....TAH


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Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


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FIRE AND ICE



` ` ` on fire … with a silken face bouncing gently in the bath of combed sunlight, her eyes open like a newborn rose sprinkled by drips of honeyed laughter; the sheer mist floats into a world where robins wing around her feet, as if to chase a meadow filled with morning coffee scent… and she feels the natural brightness of people humming violin tunes inside her head; how she loves with arms knitting tender flames , a slow fire in the rush of breaths flowing in cool breeze: lungs floating in and out between the piety of her bones…she rambles along greeting everyone she meets with a soft smile.
on ice… in a sudden shift, froth of darkness strikes the light, her teeth chilled; pinched by the dusk of terror screaming on walls and breaking each glass that cuts the inside of her mouth; her face spitting out violet eyes of evil in a public lash of ten or more whips, mocking all the way down to the marrow… a glacier of rage disconnects her from some sense of reason: the raw edge of coldness runs at every turn, panting, cursing, and cutting sliced words all at same time, as though her frigid heart drowns in Celsius fog
fire on ice… she taste the tears of both wrath and liberation, flowing down the sunken river in a hazy blur; until she hears a voice,” rock –a-bye, baby girl” silencing herself, unaware of her twin lives, for her eyes cannot see the difference between another time, another place where elements of fire and ice cannot blend.
© . ….. ..
for Yasmin Khan’s Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde


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A Total Enigma

I can’t be branded and put into a box
I’m a rhyme wrapped within a riddle a complete paradox
I won't  carry the labels, or walk around with the stigma.
I am the great unknown a total enigma
I am an incomplete masterpiece, a beautiful disaster
I am the once upon a time and the happily ever after
I am realism, embedded within a parody
I am hesitation and doubt, clothed in certainty. 
I am cause and effect, the inevitable reaction
I am the unattainable that brings complete satisfaction
I am an open book, and still a complete mystery.
I am a façade, covered in authenticity 
I am assurance and conviction, facts draped in fiction
I am chaotic peace and silent confliction 
I am the writing on the wall that you try to decode
I am a living saga, great legends untold
I am a conundrum, a million scattered puzzle pieces
I am the hypothesis that obliterates your thesis 


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The ESCAPE

I fly with eagles on the one lane to Freedom
Through the desert of the lost souls of drought
Tears are dissipating from the speed of my Fate
Spirits chanting in the rhythm of the desired rain...
 
The sky commits suicide in my rearview mirror
The blackness of Death stabs memories with lightning
Sad drawers of my soul keep on being burglarized 
By the same thief of the heart of an eternal romantic
 
I press time hard to the floor, put on make-up of Arizona red
The rays slap me with Hope through the sunroof of my car
Wings sprout painfully  through my shrinking shoulder blades
I don't ask anyone anymore permission to  fly with Eagles... 


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A Woman's Thoughts

I want to be worth not loosing

The friend you won't let down

The one person you won't lie to, no matter how bad the truth may hurt

I want you to know you hold more, than my heart

You hold my future, my dreams, my tears and my smiles

I want you to know a look is all it takes to be enough

I get scared when I feel insecure, don't get mad, hold me

Trusting you is more important than diamonds and gold

I want to be worth not taking those daring chances

I offer you these things in return without the asking

Only then will I give my full heart in return

©Donna Jones


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Time Means Nothing When You Love

you can love 
in a just a single moment 
so deeply 
that the loss 
is felt for a lifetime 

it doesn't take time 
to form love's bond 
sometimes it is immediate 
a connection of heart and soul 
that defies logic or explanation

these thoughts crowd the mind 
as flowers she lays 
among her memories 
silently filling 
petals with tears 

for blue eyes now closed 
forever gleam brilliantly 
smiles given so eagerly
with tiny lips of kisses 
still hold her heart captive 

so she lays a white rose 
for every day 
that her little girl
blessed her with her presence 
and one red bleeding rose 
to represent the pain of her loss 

for even in the agony, 
the joy far outweighed the pain

time means nothing when you love 

the gift is to love at all...


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I Once Loved the Sun

In those younger years
I made a friend of the sun
And allowed her to bathe me
In brown creamy skin

In those younger years
I ran across a beach
And played with the sun
Let her sprinkle freckles
Upon my healthy golden cheeks

In those younger years
I had my way 
With the sun
Took her in so many 
Different positions
Under the burn of her sultry touch

In those younger years
I  traveled to exotic climes
Just to enter my sunshine heaven
And soak up her glow

But the cave I now inhabit
Shuts out all the warming rays
The cave in which I hide
Repels all her sunny ways

The cave I made from earth and  
Resignation
Never lets her kiss within
The cave I excavated
Collapses upon my daily sins

In those younger years

I once loved the sun


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Like A Folded Rose

I am incredibility inner today, like a folded rose, metaphorically speaking I am totally dwelling within . . . the world moving outside of me lost within my own reverie I have come to the art gallery where I can lose myself on the patio I am reading and writing the warm sun is caressing me the breeze stroking me silence embraces my body I am safe within my loneliness the world is far away Until . . . some people arrive, noisily clinking of forks and stench of food slurping noises . . . the stillness, peacefulness a thing of the past my refuge has been destroyed I want to run in my disgust Now, lost within the world of Old Masters I roam the corridors of the gallery, alone and I dwell within the folded rose . . . September 8, 2012 Free Verse


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'Acknowledge your mind's worth'


Words sometimes fail To bring across the emotion felt When the comforting carpet Is pulled out from under you How did things get to this point? How did I not see this coming? Filtering through are the particles When the confusion has subsided You are still here, That must be a sign Of your willpower Of your ability to look beyond The ties that were broken Time for you to be a little selfish Sometimes things have a premature end But we keep on holding on Only to realize, what you treasured Was exactly what you needed in that space During that particular time It’s time to move on, To other things Just our hearts are sometimes little slow In grasping what our minds are trying to tell us... We need to acknowledge our minds has an opinion too
©111220121337


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If I Was the Rain

If I was the rain
I would be wary of friends like me,
one of those fair weather friends
that curse my unexpected arrival on inopportune days
but cajoled and then praised when I come when needed.
Is it wrong for me to feel used
when I am welcomed in the one and shunned in the next?
At sad times I'm told I contribute to the pain,
but then, a work of wonder as I meander on the window
or a tympany of pitter-patter on the roof.
I would just want to be me, alone and blue
if I was the rain...



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Unfinished

On the Potter's wheel
I am clay - 
sticky, messy red clay,
being kneaded like bread,
'till pliable.
In firm but gentle hands
the Potter molds and shapes me into
a vessel of honor,
a vessel worthy of a King.
God is not finished with me yet.

A diamond in the rough am I,
A chunk of rock.
But, as the Master Jeweler
chip, chip, chips away my impurities,
bit by bit,
I begin to sparkle, I begin to shine,
'till that final day when I'll be transformed
into a pure exquisite diamond.
A diamond fit for a King.
God is not finished with me yet.

My life is an unfinished tapestry.
Day by day my Creator
carefully, deliberately
weaves a thread here,
snips a thread there.
When my life comes to an end,
the tapestry will be complete.
I will be perfected.
Until then,
God is not finished with me yet.

9/23/12
For Catie Lindsey's "Metaphorically Speaking" contest.


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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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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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Retired Remnants

When truly embracing life, one must 
also embrace the mortal chain of death 
as friends and family continue passing 
in harmony with the earthly seasons, 
in quiet tune with celestial movement. 

What being in profound contemplation 
when dealing with melancholia, 
ever lived their life without flirting 
briefly with the thought of suicide; 
the persuasion of drink compounded? 

The joys of life intermingle with sorrow 
in a stage of life when Time ironically 
becomes an enemy as well as a friend, 
when one endeavors to share wisdom 
that may be unappreciated and rejected. 

The sudden glint off the wing of a 
passing silver bird with many souls, 
recalls to mind the madness that still 
dwells in corners of dark and light, 
of years gained, yet lost in flight. 

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong 


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Poucha Dass Meditation

I close my eyes 
locked in a millisecond
the moment before the bow 
touches the strings 
where silence has a tremor
and wraps me in darkness 
until I hear its particles 
vibrating against me
 
the bow wrenches
from the depth of the bass 
a groan from the earth
as if waking a millennia of slumber
the first note
long, rich and haunting
now coming to life 
now ready to speak 
 
legs crossed and hands limp
pay attention 
to the sources of discomfort
tension in the neck, anxiety in the chest
fatigue in the limbs
heaviness in the core
 
let this weight sink
pull down through me 
melt through me
let it drag and seep 
through my bones
until it submerges 
into the ground below
 
transform to roots 
connect me
grow deep into the soil
until the energy is revitalized 
until I am reminded
we grow from this intricate system
no different from the forest and gardens
spreading, connecting, entwining
 
the earth is booming 
the bass its voice
chanting, singing, commanding 
a mantra in a language I don't understand
but with a pulse
I can feel
and it is telling me
I have all I need
 
visualize one by one 
sources of emotional exhaustion
with each dredge up the full power 
of all feelings
feelings long suppressed, feelings of fear
allow body and mind to swim 
one last time 
before I breathe in and blow them away
 
my body is lighter, sitting straighter
a tall blade of grass 
swaying as one
looking across the field 
up to the cliff's edge
and over the sunlit ocean 
 
taste sweet scent
of wind
stretch to feel 
soft earth
open eyes 
to unending sky
focus
on what it means to be alive. 
 


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The Edge

Standing on the edge
should I just let go?
Just leap and see 
where I will end up?

Or should I just hang around
wait for a better day 
until the clouds clear
until my vision is no longer obscured

What if I still can’t decide?
Would that make me a coward?  
Scared to be me?
The person I know I can be

I don’t want to look in the mirror 
one day and not like what I see
I want to look in the mirror 
and see the real me

Head held high 
facing forward 
not dwelling on the past 
regretting the what if's
of days gone by

So watch me leap 
and maybe just maybe 
my wings will open up 
and do what they were meant to do all along… 

Fly, not because I forced them 
but because the timing was just right!



4th place
*SWITCH CONTEST*
Sponsored by: JOHN HECK


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Chasm

An empty echo bellows from within the depths of a chasm. Endless and cold, it moans an apathy that desecrates the sanctity of love and alters the signal of all feeling and emotion. It reaches and bites the heart, concealing from vision its true mission of destruction. Tightly wrapping itself around the soul, it plunges its deadly sting through its victim, cutting off the gentle flowing mixture of happiness, sincerity, laughter and devotion. Mindless faces speak a meaningless language. The lips seem to move in an endless array of contours as a lone silhouette vanishes with the last beam of light. Alone it stands as it silently waits for time to pass. Alone in these vast depths of indifference, there is no hope, no salvation from the inward conflict that evaporates the soul. Bow your head little sparrow. Weep the tears that none else can. Reveal the pain that none else will. Lift your eyes to a destiny. Take the future up in your tiny wings and bring it back to me. Together we can cry over the past and fly away. Darkness is the absence of light, yet you and I see. Within the chasm flickers a small candle. To you and I little sparrow, no freedom is too distant, no change too great. We persist with love where blind hatred dwells. Lingering within us is a hope, a dream and purpose that lifts the wind beneath our wings. We've tasted the bottom of the chasm. Together we can cry over the past and fly away..........


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love about me

people think i'm peculiar
to have think outside the box
to have act not like anyone else
to have a though heart

but they just don't know who i am
for i have a sensitive heart
i cried easily and fragile
but everybody has a flaw

sometimes I cried when I can decide things
sometimes I lost and don't know where to go
can find a life goal up until now
and again, everybody has a flaw

I like happiness
laughing with everybody
sharing stories and telling jokes
making this world a stage of comedy

i filled my life with dreams and hopes
looking for ways to brighten people's life
keeping faith though sometimes faded
but it is the only thing keeping me from crumbling

i like the philosophy about love
seeing peaceful energy that emerges
someday i wished i could be among them
who fight in the name of love

a visionary
a dreamer
an artist
a coward
a clown
a lover
a fighter
what i love about me.


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Coke Bottle Promises

Sandy grains
wash over and over
a discarded glass
bottle
leaving what is left
smooth as silk
to my fingertips
touch
like a childhood 
memory
thought over and over
once more
and as I look
out into the unyielding 
sea
I recall your promise
words
I recall, over and over
again
like the waves splashing my
tan feet upon the sands
for you are overdue
love
to return to me
as I kiss my love note
to you
and toss the bottle once
more
into the dark blue abyss
below
my coke bottle
promise
forever and only
yours 
I do stay
 honest


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Who am I

In the mirror on Vishu morning I see an Indian woman
Whose Brooklyn tongue can't form Hindu prayers.
Can I bleach my skin to match my voice?
Can I scrape my tongue to match my face?
I've resigned myself to my fate--
Forever asking the sky
"Njan aara?"
In a language my children will never recognize,
In an accent my grandparents will never understand.
I am what my parents feared I may become;
A child whose soul has turned Westward;
A woman whose only memories of Diwali are the flickering lights.


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Complete Isolation

Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver of my contemporary humanity,

Sunrises and sunsets go unseen,
as I fully embrace my departure
from time, human contact, and connection,
with a creative conviction and devotion
to my only passion as an excuse, a deceitful
reason to shelter myself from the tender
moments that keep emotions empowered
and empathy evolved,

Yet truth is untied by introspection,
and as I analyze, I accept reality,
Seclusion has become to me, the 
fruit that protects the emotional
body but imprisons the loving mind,
and by this bittersweet conundrum,
I am bound and devoted to this ambivalence,
by the mere comfort and promise of
being content,

And by such a promise, I have
personified my fear of emotional
agony, yet tamed its risk with the 
fierce whip of isolation, thus the shame
and allure become as one, And as I
lose who I was, and tolerate who I am,
my disconnection from humanity
hurts those who care, yet keeps me
safe, with ink as my final outlet,

Still, as I sacrifice need for need,
I am not the one who still suffers,
Those with hearts that beat for me,
have become victims of my seclusion,
and I ache for them, but less and less
with each breath, For my isolation
continues to force its fee, and I notice
only after it is taken, and as I see their pain,

Only my thoughts are heard, my wishes
important, and my contentment decreed,
And despite visions of tears and sorrow
that were once my salvation, Now, I 
only look away, and remain a willing
prisoner in the sweet self shelter, of
the nothingness I show, and will one day
feel, without rue...


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Genius and Madness

Thin line between genius and mania The monster in a misunderstood mind More fearsome than one from Transylvania Van Gogh’s self portrait has always intrigued Passion and lunacy wedded within Artist’s perplexing personality Edgar Allen Poe turned to substance abuse Dark-natured father of the short story When you play mind games, be prepared to lose Suicidal tendencies borne by genes From grandfather to Margaux Hemingway Key West’s Ernest plagued by deep misery Jim Morrison rode on a storm to death Drowned by drugs that lit sanity afire And fans loved him two times more when he left A president’s enigmatic mistress Talent defined in her last film “The Misfits” Marilyn beloved most as a temptress Creativity carries a high price Spirits of great artists knock at death’s door Before coveting such genius, think twice


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Broadway Airs

The eternal buzz of city anglers brash, angry, hornets ever selling egos. Shrieking anxiety laced, analog, syllables, idiotically. Hoping against hope, urchins, desperations end, strumming ancient chords in vain efforts, praying evermore for ordained kindness's eye. Telltale ubiquitous blighter's energetically begging on. How on heaven's earth can anyone begrudge absolution, hand out shackles instead. The august city in full ultraviolet, never ever satiated, each mouth open. Raw as meat, uncooked, questionable, objectionable, waiting on the angler's hook obediently.


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The Tricksters

Like attracts like, or so they say
solitary, the sentinel stood
brown and brittle, lifeless
Its cracked surface home to many
small unfriendly, burrowing, things
corpse companions...

A raven roosts
in its pitch less, upturned arms
undeterred by the sharpness of needles
long lost to the memory
of evergreen winter,
untouched by Persephone’s bloom.

Death holds sway here.
The once noble pine
killed by the acid reign of man,
now serves only the tricksters,
as he flies between worlds.


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Loving and Breathing (Dilemma of The Broken Hearted)

Inhaled at the age of innocence,
with a breath that lies between stars,
with immortal depths that have no
ending as my lungs forever expand,
Exhalation has become unachievable,
due to the obstruction of faith
of a boy for his very first dream,
Chest heaving as a heart aches,

Is love a tree or the deepest ocean?
My breath or my reason for holding?
The questions unanswered since the 
dawn of man and emotion alike,
Thus the bittersweet conclusion
appears that love equals the two,
Yet how does such beauty create
a pain that suffers from insomnia?

Expendable only to a few torn souls
who have breathed the sweet intoxication
of love, and caressed the linger of its enticing
aroma, and suffered the sting of its departure,
Leaving hearts which cannot withstand the
agony, to exhale affection for everything in
its entirety, crushing the hope of such youths,
yet this warning takes nothing from its appeal,

For to breathe love, is to touch enchantment,
As romance itself in but a breathe shared 
between two spirits rewarded for persistence,
With the risk of being proven fallible,
which leads to tears and pain entwined,
Must we not embrace the risk as reward?
For those as myself, who answered "no"
are condemned to the most fragile breathing,

For each breath hurts like the last
One love, one lost, one breath in all,
Breathing her in as if she has become
the last breath of oxygen in my life,
For she has, she has become my only,
due to a choice made for the perfect love,
Yet my painful irony has become, breathing
and loving, with each one, keeping 
the agony of the other alive forever


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The Story of Joshua Bell

They don't speak
those walls
only absorb
scraps of life
the stench of urine
lucky pennies
desperate art
and a ringing clamber of voices
that move with every rush of air
down winding subway tunnels
 
here life collides 
in status
and in thunders
those walls
bear witness 
to many miseries
and many wonders 
 
on this day
the subway walls
mesmerised by a sight
never seen before
lamented 
the death of beauty
as it passed thousands
gracefully 
and ignored
 
rushing
skirts, pants, collars, cologne
rushing
fingers, slender, darting in a blur
hollow 
minds, tempers, hellos and goodbyes
hollow 
music, echoing, not a soul does it stir
lost
man to the intricate beauty of pattern
lost
eyes of passerbys to the empty roundabouts of life
fickle
strings snapping with the stress of exertion
fickle 
ambition, love, expectation and strife
 
they were all mixed together
in a bowl of concrete walls
they whirled
six of Bach's greatest works
a handcrafted violin
from 1713
played by one of the greatest
violinists
in the world
 
he played incognito
only six people stopped
20 gave him money
and then continued 
to walk
 
a three year old boy
was drawn 
to the sound
his mother let him 
listen
his eyes wide
and astound
but watches soon tick
and they tick too loud
and they drive 
the crowd forward
as if stopping
is not allowed
 
Joshua Bell
let his bow fall limp
as the last of his music
was swallowed 
by the whitenoise
of life
and screeching 
metro trains
the only sound 
of applaud
soon stolen
by a new rush of air 
 
the subway walls
silent
reflect
people would find peace
in the thick of life
if only
they would
connect. 


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The Neighborhood

I know we love to read of beautiful things 
Hear early morning serenades the song bird sings

See buds blooming into roses perfumed
Within majestic sunset's horizons become consumed

There's another place I lived in for a little while
A neighborhood where somethings didn't make me smile

A child banging on the door, mommy let me inside
Things in the home, I guess from his eyes they must hide

I befriended a boy of ten riding his  bike
Said he always went to me-maws to get a bite

For there was no food in his house to eat
Dad found other things to buy instead of meat

A few days pass, no sign of my friend
There he was riding down the street again

I asked where he'd been, was he alright?
He explained he was recovering from a bad dog's bite

I asked him what the doctor had said
He replied, I sewed it myself with a needle and thread

I reluctantly said, let me see your nice sewing job
He pulled up his pant leg, I choked back  a sob

I asked him if his daddy was ever mean
He shrugged his shoulders, said sometimes it seems

It kinda hurt my feelings when he said to me
Finish him off - right between the eyes
I won't feed a dog that bites
Not worth the ground where he lies

Sitting on his bike, a leg began to sway
Eyes filled with tears, quickly he wiped one away 
Remembering the killing shot he'd fired that day

Toughen up son, is what his father said
Advice given in love, maybe....
Then off on his bike he rode to have some fun...

I know in some places many families still really care
But Mayberry exists only on TV in shades of gray

I moved back to the country where buds bloom into roses perfumed
And into majestic sunset's horizons I can be consumed

©Donna Jones


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My Life is a Drama

I took many roles 
In my own life’s drama
And with every person I met
I had been a mentor 
And a tormentor at once
Even a victim and a culprit too
If I cried it was because 
My role requires it
If  I am injured it was because 
The role I took requires it and so on
If I ruined the life of someone 
In one of the life’s dramas I took
I didn’t have regrets
Again because the role 
I took requires it
If I consider the role of a mad man
I shall not hesitate to take it
If that role requires the thrill 
In anyone life’s drama
If the drama I chose 
To take is never ending
I don’t have any regret taking it
Because the drama requires it
Every role I took we agreed 
On how to execute or perform
The scenes in which the drama requires 
With the leading man or leading woman
Every cast, director, crew and drama goers
If death is required in taking 
A role in anyone life’s drama
I shall exuberantly consider it
Because my life is a drama
And my life is a choice.


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My Secret Garden

From my window it's a distant blur
A patch of brackish green interrupting the view
Those rusty tops of old cedars at the bottom of the hill

But inside I smile - breathe deep
And am re-assured they remain always...waiting

Walls of my castle, my fortress, my strength
My secret garden
One step inside, I'm safe
Safe to share and receive secrets

Soft scented needles under my feet
Leave no trace I was ever here
On my favorite rock
Among the crisp green briar and wild rose
Winding old grapes and honeysuckle

Listening to my heart
While my garden grows




©Donna Jones


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


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Careless

I slept
full of hope and dreams
I awoke 
empty and forgotten
Careless as I was back then

Morning sounds
swirling in my ears
Pointless thoughts
filling my head

"She can."
but will she ever again
"She is."
though no longer for me

I stood
alone and stiff
I walked
slow and without purpose
Careless as I was back then

The smell of spring
mingled with sunshine
as the touch of day
warmed me no more

"I was."
but I threw it all away
"I did." 
though I do not know why

I hoped
for a day without me
I cried
where no one could see
Careless as I was back then

Was this longing
joyless and caretaking
awaiting its chance
to bring me home again

Or was I lost
forever here like a wounded angel
Despaired and angry
the evening came again

Without warning
Without love
Without consumption
Without her

"In her arms,"
I wondered as the sun slipped away
"would I feel whole again?"
my hurt had wasted another day

I laid down
empty and forgotten
I slept 
full of hope and dreams
Careless as I was back then


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Pseudonym

Life, as a pseudonym,
Drags its shadow's shadow, which snarls
Itself around traffic cones and
Streetlamps, tearing at its skin
With deliberate intimacy
To alarm light witnessed
Only through strained peripheral vision.

A lace-stitched veil
Slips through sidewalk cracks,
Unisolated windows,
Cataract smooth eyes.

The flesh of the matter invades
Such as the Red Death
In living color--Vibrant
Cadavers speak the language of Love:
Mortality;

It slides over possessive nouns, sticky
As salivation,
Push and rattle and harbor themselves against
Warm, wet cavities eroded
In the backside of actualities 
Sweet Tooth.
Authentic miasma, honest illness.

Any footprints discarded in covers of dust
In which Fear has been recognized
Yield into thoughts by persuasion 
Of waves.


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Pushing beyond your borders

I thought
I believed
I was beyond the reach of light
Trapped there within your darkness
You eclipsed my wonder
My innocence
My hope

You wrapped me fully
Confiscating my will
Smothered my unrealized self
Draped me in your need
Subjugated me to your narrative

Then in the distance
A flicker
A tiny dot
Beyond your optics
Your contrived paranoia
Your insatiable need
I watched it grow
Filling my craving
Firing my synapses
Awakening my indefinable

I was not born to be in darkness
Wriggling in the shadows
Instead I pushed beyond your borders
Grabbed onto God's hand
As He effortlessly lifted
Transforming my impossible
He banished your Darkness
He rewrote your narrative
You took me from myself
Yet today I am back
I am strong
Freed from your insanity

I know
I believe
I am beyond the reach of darkness
Here I frolick in peaceful meadows of possibilities
I have claimed my wonder
My innocence
My hope
I live within a transcendent light
Mine is a world of every
Everyone is welcome
Peak out from the dark
Push back the veil
A hand stretches 
Reaches
Pierces the sadness
Hold on
Let it be 
Let it lift
Let it love
Let it consume the darkness

For Vicky Tsiluma's I'll be back contest.


I was inspired by Robin Davis's poem "Abuse Shocked Her Into a Shell"
There is light beyond abuse in whatever form it takes.


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Orgasm Of Sadness

images pour erratically
falling on eyelashes 
tears fueling my pen 
always the sadness 
finds me waiting 


wrenching emotion 
twisting my heart 
in a vice grip 
can't stop the images 
from driving me insane 


raped and murdered eyes 
pleading for children 
drowned beneath 
adult oppression 
and addiction 


it's the emptiness 
that I write 
a cursed 

social consciousness
that blinds


I don't write love 
for it lies 
can't find happiness 
to send to my pen 
for it lays behind 
my eyes 
a tired whore 
spent and overused 
with too much hype 


can't even pen security 
never found that either 
under blankets or kisses 
not even in hardened urges 
that deflate just as quickly 
conveying only want and need 


no I write of sadness 
I return there 
a drunk to cheap wine 
guzzling my addiction 
with lust 
it holds me safe 
for it is familiar 


I live it 
I see it 
it knows my name 
and I know its


we are intimate 
sadness and I 
a couple 
twisted together 

in some grotesque 
sexual position 
culiminating in orgasm 
with my depressed pen

 

 

 


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Day One

Day one..
Late March
I turn the rich, black, earth
Letting it fall between my fingers..
Breathe in its richness

Planting seeds to feed body and soul..
Allowing my spirit to renew as they grow
And enjoy the fresh goodness hard work provides..

Then watch again helplessly as it all dies
Returning to rich, black, earth
As will I
Someday...




©Donna Jones


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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 Don't Care What You Think

I no longer care
What you think
Yes, I don’t
I say what I want
I write what I feel
I dream my dream
My moments are mine
My words are mine
I won’t fit in your box
I won’t fit your understanding
Of whom I must be
I am, simply me

Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to think
Especially, don’t tell me how to behave
And if you tell me what to write
I’ll just walk away

I’m tired of trying to please the world
I’m tired of trying to live a role
Pasted on smile
Hide the pain
Hide the passion
Hide the wild
Act like a child
Meek and mild

No…I don’t care anymore
You take me as I am
Or you don’t take me at all
Because…
At the end of the day
There is someone with whom I sleep
Someone whose soul I keep
Someone whose love I need
Someone whose heart I feed
And that SOMEONE
Is me

Eileen


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Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes I am seeing myself in them, mirrors may lie but your eyes always speak the truth. Let me check my face how much of it is still face and how much turned to mask, let me judge how far I am off the track from my promise-days, let me see my eyes in your eyes how much they have lost innocence, how those learned lines of forehead replaced my candid face. I am getting blurred..... are you crying dear? teardrops in your eyes.... will they clean me,my image? Is it so? Then shed few teardrops for me. But..... Please don't close your eyes. © kashinath karmakar (21st June 2011) =============000============== Placement: 3rd (Nov. 2011) Contest:Everyone Knows Anything Goes


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Isolation Keeps

Along roads where mistral sweeps
Loneliness within ambles on
Every other step falling, keeps isolation
While, happiness continues out of sync


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The Loose Connection

So much is lost in time.
Words are taken  in the wrong meaning.
Soon te bridge is but a scar of memory.

Sweet moments but a fargone reflection none of which
I choose to recall.
the laughter stale as the beer in this smoke filled room.

Music heals but stabs us deep.
Cents for the pain.
Numbers the tune.

Her body is there but not for anyone to
truley know.
the backward thougts with forward visions.

The emptyness my home hollow in the aftreglow.
My return is long overdue and  to soon  my exit.
A thief of emotion that exist only within my pen.


Has it been lost all over agian?


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Carbon Monoxide -CO- Week 3: Talkin' 'bout My 'noxide

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity. 
I wonder:
Did I give into 
my humanity?
did I'd err?
Is that
smoke in the air?


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Bending Spoons

 

...A poem
is a spoon
that you can bend
with your mind.

It depends on psi
if you 
are mutant 
X or Y 
a paranormal opportunity 
or a wild talent
of psionic penmanship .

Stare at the pattern 
on the handle
as you imagine 
the handle
either roses or unicorns
are emblazon here.

So much the better
as your mind
bends the words
and the metal obeys...

Spoon begins to tremble
there is no knife
to run away with.

Then comes
the period
like an empty plate.
to contain
a bent spoon
with squeezed letters...


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The Fraud

a hallway.  offices.  tinted sunlight.  
people who have forgotten my name.  
but i am here.  
and then a room.  and a meeting.  
and i am unprepared.  
“you’re up”  says the leader.  
and my lungs fill with heaviness as they all turn towards me.  
my mind screams.  
my throat locks.  

and then a word fights through the scream.  
and i breathe.  and find a voice.  
and then another word.  
and a thought.  
then relevance.  
i am moving.  
and eyes do not wander.  
but the scream fights on:  
they will find out.  

i was connected at one time.  
so the scream would fade.   
but not now.  
these many years later.  
“we could use you again,”  
he had said.  
and i had relented.  
but why?  boredom?  faith?  
the scream of fear vs. the scream of isolation?  
or a familiar voice dragging me back from madness.  
“what have you been up to?”  
he had asked.  
and i had lied.  
and now my mind all scrambled between work and stupor.   

“what on EARTH are you talking about?!” 
demands the one who should have taken over for me.  
and the throat locks again.  
and the scream rises up.  
and he knows it.  
but sympathy has no place here.  
so i struggle with the scream. 
and find the words to hide the Fraud  
as he shakes his head in disgust.   

and i remember why i left.  
so i wade in the scream until i am done and take my seat.  
and the scream that never dies whispers, “what else is there?”      


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Your Core

I can only kiss your mind,
your lips speak words
unheard and
incredible yet
your mind beautiful like a summer breeze
envelops me so
I kiss it
lightly and innocently.
minus lust and trust.

I hug your heart,
it reminds me of paradise,
bright rays of sunshine and
where muisc is uncensored and
untouched.
Its melody engulfs me and
allows me to ride the wind.
It is fresh and cool and
original and you so
I embrace it.
Smiling.
Singing.
Safe.

Your eyes embedded in my soul,
I took a snapshot of them
with my camera phone.
They sparkle and speak
and allow me to see
who you are naked and vulnerable,
without a facade,
completely free.
I allow mine to dance with yours,
no audience,
lips sealed.

I love the parts of you 
that only I can see.
I touch them frequently,
helps me cope with reality.


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Negative Tier

Aroused by denial,
Disturbing thoughts prevail,
Wishing reprisal,
Hostility unveiled.

Sharpened words uncover
The mask in place.
Extreme emotions hover,
Seen in your face.

Venom grows inside,
Feeding the fire,
Where poison resides,
In the skeptic’s lair


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Antiques at the Sawmill

Mom has always loved antiques
I have never asked her why
Perhaps it's the connection to the past
Maybe the craftsmanship
The smell of ancient wood
The curves
The fact that they were built to last

She turned a passion into a business
A few small pieces in her living room
A sign on a door
Interesting how businesses are born
Bob there by her side
Together building on her dream

There once was an old sawmill
Where men had worked with ther hands
Hard work had its demands
Each one did what he could
Their strength remains
Locked within the wood
Those same hands had built mom's home
Over one hundred years ago
Time dripped on it didn't slow
Mom's home became the perfect place
To celebrate the past
Her home and business
Built from things that were made to last

The business grew
Taking over the home
Visits from patrons
Calls on the phone
Busy all the time 
No space for them to be alone
It became time 
For them to expand
They looked to the future
The life they planned
Built on their historic land 

A new addition built from old wood
Soaring ceiling
Above them stood
I remember the beams 
Spectacular
From an old barn hewn from fir
Lifted on Bob's wide strong back
Formerly they had been just a stack
A one of a kind home
Filled with love
With bedrooms and landing up above
The kitchen was the centre piece
A place to gather
Filled with love and peace

Love of the past
Hope for the future
Has alway been a part of her
Together melded and celebrated
As a result I appreciate
The solid
The values
The ingenuity
Forever engrained in my blood
My respect for the old
My admiration  of antiques

Remnants of the business still remain
The building sold
Mom loves going to auctions
She still sells at local Antique Markets
Sadly Bob has passed on
Thankfully mom has moved on from her sad
She too is made of stronger stuff
Not unlike
Her beloved
Antiques

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Who's To Say

The voices matter not
what they might say..

Please, toss the scorn and names aside
For, who can say, who has the right
To be the one, who will decide
Who can love...or who is a man?

~

There was a man of whom I speak
So like a rose, with gentle hands
A butterfly, alone, 
could safely light upon his palm
and want to stay.

This man could love a poem
Could kiss a baby, could love a song, 
and still be big and strong

He could hear the music, and weep a tear
just because of beauty, heard 

He made a difference, with kindness done
until his journey over, and he was gone
A stronger man?....there was none


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


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Flawed Vision

You say, my hair is too kinky and my nose is too broad
But I see perfection it’s your vision that’s flawed

Complexion of mahogany , defined too dark by some
But I see pure radiance, kissed by the sun

You say my lips are too full and my hips are too wide
But you can’t see my true beauty until you open your eyes

You say that my flaws depict my inferiority
But rest assured that your chaotic view do not define me

You say that I’m conceited, but I say you lied
It’s just the grace of my walk and the elegance of my stride

You say that I’m egotistical and full of arrogance
What you really see is self-assurance, grace, and confidence

You say I’m attention seeking, too bold, and too proud
But I say uniqueness always stands out in a crowd

You say that I’m vain and I think I’m God’s gift to this earth
But I know my true value 
I fully understand my worth. 


If Helen of Troy possessed the beauty that launch a thousand ships across treacherous seas.

Then I possess the magnificence that brings all men to their knees.



Chiquita Baity


Shadows and Lines revised


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THE OTHER-WISE

Pulsing in the perimeter of tedium,
art strobes its velvet urgency
as though life can be spooled and 
love’s roles simply dimmed

Art is cruel, proud, greedy
and it probes without permission
into the beat-hearts of foundling fools,
apprentices all, even the masters

See the wisp of wonders, 
a grinding glint of possibility 
that blinds the everyday
and whisks monotony’s edge,
that seductive frenzy

Hear its keening for attention 
relentless in its want to become 
a wail that consumes

Feel its long sigh
hit soft, rutted targets as inspiration 
is once more denied priority 

Envy those who do not bide
its passions and pleas for fruition,

Envy those who only view

the sun setting 
in the setting sun

Pity the other-wise, 
each unfaithful and lost,
each more less than more
for they are ever at war 

with themselves

all waifs, fissional phantoms 
shifting between parallel delights:

the gift of a cherished one
and that one cherished gift




Aug 6, 2013


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A Letter of Love/Hate

This hurts too much,
Even though at times
Its the best thing ever.
However,  the pain I feel right now 
Is destroying all that I am. 
I feel worthless and dumb. 
Vunerable and used. 
I also feel loved and special. 
Beautiful and wanted. 
These feeling are so extreme in every which way possible.
I love how I feel when with you
I hate how I feel guilty when we part
I love looking in your eyes
I hate when mine cry
Your fingers along my face also touches her
Those lips that drive me crazy
Are sleeping against her neck tonight
I love who I am around you
I hate what I have turned into
I love the way you make me feel
I hate that she must feel that as well
No matter how good it feels
This pain is too much to bear
I love you
I truely truely do
But the hurt is not worth
The random few moments of bliss.
Goodbye, my love-hate lover
Goodbye





**Note**
This is a letter/poem I wrote for someone special. But it moves me so much every time i 
read it, I thought maybe someone else would enjoy reading it as well. 'To write is to share 
with the world, how we all feel but never speak of'     Lisa


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Looking For Old Souls

People watching today at the optometrist                                                                                         I was looking for old souls                                                                                                                Sometimes impatient  they appear as if everyone should know whats going on by now         Their in a hurry and always act like you are wasting their time                                                        Then you spot a few souls with all the time in the world with loving and kind gestures                               Souls  on a mission that look as comfortable as the day is long                                                   Glad to be here                                                                                                                                 And smiling because they know everyone makes it home in th end                                            Smiling becouse they know everyone finds their own perfection                                                    In the clear and unending preasents of God                                                                                 Think about it God dosen't make nock offs                                                                                     And God made you with the same love and care that God puts into everything else                    This world is an illusion                                                                                                                             Tailor made with the  expeariance that you need to lift the vale from your eyes                             So that you may one day see wonders that you have only dared to dream of


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Phoenix

strike a match.
sulfur grazes my nose.
the flames tickle
the surrounding sky.
internal screams,
questioning motives,
FIRE is born.

smoke infiltrates
my lung and throat.
coughing greets the
unwelcome visitor.

FIRE reaches out
touches my hair,
eliminating every strand.
lesions blister on my scalp,
neck, and arms.
FIRE leaving its ugly scar.

burning flesh and hair
is the aroma of the night.
FIRE engulfs me.
We are One.

but through the ashes,
I rise again.
Self-Destruction --
and I remember
FIRE is an old friend.


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In Ordinary Cups

The days pass from tea cup to tea cup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white
to the subtle fall of accordion night.

The echoes of childish laughter tremble
across the cracked surface of plaster walls.
Random squeaks in oaken floors return 
the footfall of father, coming and going.

Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet
dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease,
and every loved and loving one returns
in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips
upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.



















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Touch

Look at me And I’ll return your gaze But know not what you see Talk to me And I will answer But know not what you think Listen to me And I’ll tell you of me But know not what you hear But touch me And I will know you And understand that you Saw me Heard me Care


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An Empty Mind

The water tinkled down
My memory lane
Sweet was the sound of pain
As I gently remembered her face
Moving along the rim
The angel softly touched 
My heart strings one by one
As emotions danced their 
Rawness away, glowing
In the afterthought of achievement
Weak fountains sprung thru the sinews
Awakening the darkening desires
The flowers sighed and fell
Before her teary grave
As passion held in its arms
An empty mind, an empty body
19-11-12
By Tahera Mannan
For Nette’s SYNESTHESIA : INNER BODY MOVEMENT


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Wolfman

It's full moon
and he is feeling tense
angry
hopeless
and desperate
taking antidepressants
by fists
talking to his
psychiatrist
yelling to his 
little kids
to his wife
and to the police
spending the weekend
in jail
howling 
like a wounded beast...

pray
for this
poor Wolfman
born with shackles
on hands...




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Crackened

I have just scratched the surface of my latent hatred
Of my blind, awe-inspiring, narcissistic, misanthropic, vehement self
In Flames draws it
As, I believe, Nightwish will
There is so much power here, my heart is stone.
But inside, oh how is it acerbic!
Corrosive, burning
It burns! I feel… the burn

It yearns to burst out 
To… to kill
Do I mean that?
No, just thoughts.
Twisted, darkened thought.
Define me?
No, they do not.
The moment I turn this music off
I am out.
I am me.
But, right now, I am king.
A god, DO AS I SAY!
…and leave me be.
Desolate, forgotten.
Anything else is unsatisfactory
No… IT IS TORTURE.

So get away.
Get away!
Humans make me weak.
I acknowledge no pain,
only that which you give me

So leave! 
Go, go now! 
...and live.
It is all your fault,
it is all your fault!
My twisted, wretched existence
Bound by darkness,
Bound by rusted iron chains,
to this never-ending life
of pain, of misery, of anguish!
Escape? There is none.
Certainly not by your hand
You are foolish, you are human, and you are nothing.

How could you think us equals? 
Don’t you see me? 
Don’t you see my power?


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Lost in Ink Stains

My words are lost in ink stains 
Verses smudged in prints of you 
Illegible scribbles soon fill in lines 
Once paved with love anew  
Now only paperless pain ensues 

An unnatural sequence of thoughts
Scribed in distressed hues of blue
Will re-actively release your grip 
But the pain it can’t undo 
Now only agony grew

My heart hands weep writes of tomorrow  
My paper and pen are tempered in sorrow
My emotions bellow wallows 

Of a mournful mind  
I pray
This too 
Shall pass
In time…



 


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Butter On The Popcorn

I reckon that everyone makes changes in their life ---
Some are major
                  and others not so big
Some we carefully plan
                  and others just happen
               Some changes are as sudden
                           as a flash of
                                      Lightening
                                           While others take place
                                     slowly with the passing of time
Some changes bring new people -----------
                                               into our lives
                                                        While others 
                                                                 Take those we love
                                                                         Away
Some changes we can see coming
                                While others we must look back
                               To even realize that they happened
Sometimes we make one change ------------------
                                                  And another just seems
                                                         To hop on board
                                                             All by itself
Years ago I made a choice in my life
                                                       To stop
                                               Being a drug addict
                                      And to become a rehabilitating 
                                                      Drug addict
And so many changes ------------
                                  Have taken place
                                                           In my life -------------
Looking back I now realize ---------
                          That I have gone from a person --
                                              Who used to start each day
Wondering  ?????????????????????????
                                Who will I get mine from today
                                               To a Person
                                              Who now ask?
                               I wonder who needs my help today?
And everything else -------------------
                               Is just Butter on the Popcorn


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A Tale of Four Stories

Angst

i gnaw away, starting from my head, the store-house of
all my phantasms. and my eyes, in which you once drowned
and rose up as a nocturnal fire-bird
i am saving the best for the last, the heart,
tasting of off-season berries shriveled, bitter-sweet
caressed by decades of winter, beating inside
a summer-scented chest,
hay, cow-dung and mildew.


Catharsis

The forest has given birth 
to a prying Moon. 
Single. Static.

It watches over my tendency
to measure things.

The moon, metaphorical as ever, swinging smugly over the 

mango groves.
In her I saw your youth (resplendent, shining, bold)
and your age (scarred, empty, restless).

Farewell

We took turns at the well
Pulling the slimy rope
Bringing up the loot
The coins, the lost kittens
The ghosts of ancient trees
How do we share equally?

Self-estrangement

You mourn for a life time
But the sudden discovery of that wart
In your armpit made you laugh
(cynical, the 'ha' went up, up, up)
you stop being you. 


There is nothing left but dredges
you took what was yours
left behind what was mine
I turn it into a broken mirror
to reflect you
through my shattered veins


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Mr Merlot's White Whine

Ammmazing how many blithering idiots
sip silently while from their
purpled tongue
horrors regurgitate...

a ripe bachus regurgitation
soured by the tilt
of goblet and the howling
incessant banter of
 bartender
   
   Blithering idiots who the hell
what the heck
geez my glass in almost empty
HERE maitre DEE 
fancy BOY!
   MerrrrrrrrrrLOW pllllllleeease!
get the damn ice away from me
that’s real cheesy
You know NO FOOL puts
ice in red wine

Yeah yeah…git a bottle
gimmee that cork I wantta 
sniff it
YOU
BOY!!!
Clink? Clink where? WHAT?
oh fork YOU
Buddy whatzit mean
when ya drop a fork?

Bill HERE!
Pen? pen WHAT?
I don't need no damn pen
can't ya see
I'm writting 
wid one?


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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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Unglued

At times coming unglued
delaminated
Strands separating
vaguely holding their shape

I breathe in the breath of delirious spirits
swimming in circles around a splintered mind
I reach oblivions doorstep
cross the threshold
no bride in hand
yellowed fabric clinging to palms
I look out empty windows
reflecting the light of expended stars

I dream colored memories in spurts of black and white
draped over yesterdays celebrations
candles burnt at both ends
cakes with no surprises
Medals long tarnished
glitters that were never gold

Looking at darkened perspectives lit in the corners of my mind
wishing I could understand the point
blocks used to build knock down buildings
is anything made to last
what truly exists beyond a cybernetic world
keyboards stretched along distant desks
searching for answers
revealed stroke by stroke
interconnecting the unconnectable masses
Minds intertwined
grasping
at times coming unglued

I had another poet Marquis ask me to critique one of his poems and I suggested that if a line in the poem was not worthy of writing another poem he should consider taking it out. as a result I took a line from the poem I wrote for Drake and gave it a try, this is the result. My other poem was titled "Contorshinist's Test"


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If I Had to Paint My Aura this day

If I had to paint my aura this day.....

   I'd paint it with a worried brow

   crushed with marked questions.  

   Defeat would battle, que sera, sera

   with many bold slashes in helter skelter fashion.

   Within the field of greys background acceptance

   you'd find a face compressed on the canvas

   and on its cheeks, still, a tinge of iridescence sun

   the journey of the day just begun

------------------

As this day comes to an ending

  I'd paint it now with bruised puff shadows,

  from each--- blue teardrops flowing.

  A drooping lilly in a field of red roses. 

  Dejected, torn and faded patches

  on a pair of well worn jeans

  all these in a starless purple sky


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his and hers

his smile mesmerized her
her scent intoxicated him
his eyes hypnotized her
her touch magnetized him..

precious moments linger...

passionately
divinely
sensually

his strong hands caressed her
her flowing hair tickled him
his sweet kisses captivated her
her playfulness enticed him

purely
safely
freely

precious moments linger...

his tenderness showered her
her dewy glow bathed him
his legs entwined with hers
her legs entwined with his..

precious moments linger...

for eternally they are...

his and hers.


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Layers of the onion

Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and new beginnings. 
Of openings back to where we came in.
New meanings are foaming and forming 
within the fatted belly of doing and screwing until done.
Come watch a new one get sprung.
A new shape to take place of the old, behold
and believe in your prayers.
They keep coming these layers and layers 
and faces of women and men.
Turn around just to begin again.


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Beyond Infinity

I sit
Alone in the dark
The finite contemplating the infinite 
My mind travels to the stars
Innumberal planets and moons
My World no longer feels so large
It is less than a speck of dust
I travel further
Beyond the stars
To space without end
No beginning no end
Even this void is not enough to hold my God
I look to the microscopic
He also resides in the small
We have only begun to see
The details the intricacies of him
The universes within all worlds
Molecules, atoms, electrons and DNA
His signature pointing the way
Ordered 
Divine
It should increase our faith
Nothing came from time and chance
Here I am the finite
Watching the sun rise
Thankful for another day
I know through Jesus I will become infinite
Limitations will be removed
In the future he will help me understand
For now I am thankful for today


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Where Did She Go

Alone in my office
after a full day of teaching
I sit
catching my breath
looking at the picture
next to the phone
a baby girl
poses for the camera
big grown eyes
chubby cheeks
impish grin
a discarded toy behind her
smiling for daddy
so full of mischief and joy
Where did she go?

I look at pictures behind me
The young woman
Slim
Beautiful
Self- confident
voluptuous
sexy
luxuriant hair
sparkling smile
the poser
gregarious, vivacious, full of life
Where did she go?

I look into the ornate mirror
a woman in her forties
black hair starting to show white
pinned up high
a crown of curls
her one vanity
but it brings
no hint of a smile
tears gather 
in those big brown eyes
a sigh
here she is
here she is….
that little girl
turned young and pretty
then middle aged
sage
no longer in her prime
she sits and wonders
about the passage of time
Questions surface...
Why have her dreams died?
Why must she be denied?
When was the last time
She truly felt alive?

Yes
Here she is
And soon she’ll go…
her heart fills with sorrow
there is still so much of her
that remains
unknown...

Eileen


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Restless

Bump bump bump goes my heart 
I wanna pop into your arms like I'm fresh from the toaster 
but in reality I watch as you 
live your life with others I'm like a poster
hanging on your walls always there
but plastered up I can't reach you
 
Life isn't fair but If I could do anything I'd wish
that we could leave the fantasy world
behind because my feelings are far 
from pretend. 

My friends they should become preachers
because their always trying to preach 
they tell me to show you my heart 
and to through away the stupid key.

I'm afraid that if I say what I really
want you will remove me from your walls
for good. But isn't that what love is about 
risking it all to be where we should? 

I would do anything to find a cure 
but the brain is from venus 
and the heart is from mars  
when they try to communicate 
the signal often gets lost or 
batteries forget to be charged. 
But for now I'll just toss and turn
in my bed because it's the only way 
I know. 

I have no idea where I will go, 
But I know that if you let love be it can travel
through light, rain or snow. 
without you I feel like my personal economy
is low but we must go, we must go, we must go. 
We must face the unknown.


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The Poet's Questions

Someone once told me that
If I can feel the words on the page
In my heart, then I am
A true writer.
But if I am so great a writer, 
What is the cause
For the writer's block
I sometimes get?
Or the poems that I write
That are extremely long,
But don't amount to anything?
Why do I sit down sometimes
To write, scribble out random words,
And crumple my paper up in frustration?
What makes my pencil
Refuse to spit out bright ideas
And brilliant words?
And why--how-- do poems bring me
Such pleasure,
When all they are
Are words on a page?
And if they are just words on a page,
Why are they so greatly appreciated?
Answer me that, and you will be
A true genius.


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Thinking Myself Unborn

Thinking myself unborn
                       I can’t help
Wondering what the
                       State of non-being
Must be like
                       If opposites attract
And that’s a
                       Naturally occurring fact
Then perhaps it
                       Stands to reason
Darkness is out
                       Of season when
Light comes pouring
                       In like sweet
Summer shower rains
                       But not if
Existence doesn’t matter
                       And all is
Nothing more important
                       Than the unborn
Dreams of many 
                       Not yet shattered
Such as the 
                       Un-poetic poetry posing
Like masquerading mannequins 
                       In storefront windows
And songs unsung
                       By the old
Masters who were
                       Never allowed to
Create something new
                       Because they too
Were left unborn
                       And every breath 
They never breathed 
                       Is still waiting 
Patiently for them
                       In the airy
Skies where birds
                       Nest and fly
And the leaves
                       Bend and bow
Knowing strangely somehow
                       They’re not alone
And when fall
                       Comes calling them
Back once more
                       To the ground
Whence they came
                       They never complain
No need to
                       Explain to them
The reason for
                       Their own mortal 
Worth which is
                       Nothing less than
Their miraculous living
                       Dying and gratifying
Moment of pure
                       Unimaginably timeless un-birth. 

 


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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                     
                    and even bigger brown eyes


smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 
                        *smile*

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
           
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*
                  --wink!--


I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
    
        even when she is no longer little.


She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.


My almost-nine year old girl
 
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
 
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.


You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles


I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.


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Promises

Thank you for the promises
       You gave me hope to cling to...
       To carry with me all my life
       I've kept them in my backpack
       I've seen them written in the sky
       I've seen them in the sunrise
       I've seen them in my children's eyes...

Thank you for the promises
      I've felt them soothe my spirit
      Like the sunshine gently warms the grain
      Like the moon shines over sleeping hills
      And the dawn brings sound of needed rain 

And now I sit here upon the steps
    that I have always known
    I recall that endless summer eve
       that went beyond the river's calm....

    A promise made, that you would be
       always here,....right next to me

       And now that I have grown,....
                I look, but I can't see you,.... 

                                          But, I can feel you in the wind    ..................
_____________________________________________________
     Francine's Contest: Gordon Lightfoot's Song:   "Thank You  For The Promises"


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My Calling

Reasonings

Too few
Hopefully more

My resentment flairs
My will ebbs
Still looking elsewhere

I won’t just leave
I care too much
My heart is here
Have more to give

Want answers to my whys
Know I’ll never truly know
Doors of opportunity may open
But I still hold hope
Knowing this is my calling


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The Word Weaver

Things look bleak, hopeless...

A tapestry of images in my head
swirls and tells me a story,
hauntingly beautiful
then unravels so fast---

I try to catch ahold of it,
but fail.
Or so I think...
a single thread of thought
stays with me,
it winds through my fingers
and glows

Another thought floats by
so I pluck at it.
I let it intermingle
with inspiration,
then mesh it together with creativity

My loom is my imagination
my thoughts, my thread
urging me,
compelling me 
to weave the story

and so I do.

For I am a word weaver.
As thoughts go in,
words come out
to create something
that warms the heart,
that uplifts the spirit.

I am a word weaver of life.
Allow my tapestry to comfort you,
even just for a while. 






01.18.10 125am written for Deborah's "How do you do it?" contest :)


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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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Darker Me

Have you seen the alternate me
My darker self
He sits on the edge of shadows
Waiting to devour
Consume
Eviscerate 
There was a time he ruled
His appetites satisfied
Nothing could stand in his way
He tied my mind in barbed wire
I could not move
Heart and soul shredded with knives
In that other life
Yet that was not to be
I was stronger in the end
I didn't break 
I was able to bend
The real me emerged
I came with a surge
Lifted up from the muck
More than just luck
I was given grace
A better nature to chase
Light shone on my face
My darker nature fled
He wanted me dead
I chose to be led
Drank the wine ate the bread
Still if you look close you'll see
There in the shadows
The darker me
Anorexic
Impotent
Caged
Yet still a part of me
There in the shadows
Waiting
Wanting to consume
Now he is bound
Encased in his own wire
Kept from me by fire
From a power that is higher
Yet I will not rest
Even though I'm blessed
Darkness is my test
a choice to make every day
He invites me to play
I say go away
Evaporate 
Except your fate


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CLEAN


I can’t write tonight
As I eyeball
The full moon 
Blinking behind 
The passing clouds.

It’s watching me 
Watching it
Two creatures 
Confronting one another
Waiting to see
What the other
Does first.

We think together 
Separate thoughts
No doubt
Yet there is consent
In our stares

The night is gentle
A warm breeze
Caresses me
I am clean.


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Contemplating Color

I don't suppose
the white hums of summer
will ever out strum the blues;

but here before me,
two colors mingle
in polite harmony-
spouting about
like versed chums
over black coffee

so why do I stand here,
all cockeyed
and bashful
in these careful shades of yellow,
mulling over red
and its poignant way 
of bruising my heart
a callous hue of indigo


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I Choose

I choose 
To be the calm within the storm
I will not add to the madness
Anger will not be my companion
Truly a calmer spirit can prevail

I choose 
You over me
It is not all about me
Ego will not direct my path
Within your special I will dwell

I choose
To live within this moment
The past has lost its power
Sadness can no longer satisfy
Only the now is really here

I choose
To give of what I have
It was never mine to hold onto
Selfishness will not rule my days
There is enough beyond my need

I choose
More than the temporary
Treasures stored in a heavenly realm
Love will be my companion
"I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"





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Transitions

I live in the transitions,
the time between then
and now,
the twilight and the dawn,
the rustling of leaves
as night begins,
the first breeze
of daybreak,
the moment of departure,
the time of arrival.
Once something has happened,
day has come, night is here,
you have come, you have gone,
fait accompli leaves me cold,
nothing to do, simply there.
With expectations and transitions
my blood pumps with excitement,
my brain expands to take in
everything,
and I understand
those, who in their desperation
to feel life,
provoke it.


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I Guess I Would Rather Be In Idaho

                                                     


Pine filtered air roams down hillsides.
Space in the western Rockies stretches comprehension.
Farms and towns in the valleys have room to spare.
Polite Mormons and crude drunks harmonize.

Rewards wait for the adventurer.
Cutthroat trout sip insects from stream tops.
Wandering moose snack on willows.
I have found a permanent paradise.

Let the lowlanders inhale the smog,
frantically rush into knotted traffic.
I was once part of this senseless game.
The caffeine fuelled dash to nowhere.

Keep your artificial palm trees.
Ogle those silicone breasts.
You'll look fashionable in your decadent urban scene.
Drowning your sorrows in expensive wine.

Allow me to laugh at your folly,
as I peacefully shine my shotgun.
The frigid breeze will soon turn to warmth.
I have found my mountain home.

Alone I sit in my granite palace.
Deserted by the coin chasing masses.
Distained by a woman who once loved me.
Tranquility infusing the crisp alpine air.

       Wayne M Hill September 30, 2011 

  


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Love, Most Pure

Love, most pure and undefiled
In the midst of hate
Burns brightest still
Betrayed, maligned, ridiculed
Berated, abandoned and spat upon
No reason but for who you are
God of love, Lord of all!

The universe awed, held its breath
At the moment when your passion peaked
Yet sought no aid; no just recourse
But in humble silence, bore it all!
Michael stood as always to your command
Your crown of gold laid aside
In love's name you stayed your hand!
~*~


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Winter rain

Have you ever taken the  time to watch rain  fall in winter? 
See the beautiful symmetry of it; listen to the gentle splash?
    Watch the lacy curtain of moisture against the background of winter 
darkened trees.
 Drops, like shiny gems, are clinging to graceful branches. 
Others, growing in size until they are too heavy to hold on any longer, run down my 
windshield; their path erratic and wiggly. 
   There is so much beauty in Nature, even on the grayest day. 
It is in the peaceful pitter-patter of the descending rain. 
In the gentle ripple that appears as it enters a puddle.
 And in the heavy, leaden and mighty clouds that travel our wonderful world.


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Hello Carolyn

For my Devonshire
To which I dare to aspire
I still feel your fire 
Nay deny that you retire
My wish for you to sail higher
This many do desire
We continue to conspire
Father her life is no on the wire
I beseech you sire
Much love have we all acquired
Though her fears may be dire

Toss those to the wind
With this message I send
You are my dear dear friend
No matter what end
With these words i say again
Father she is my friend 
My true next of kin
It's time to see a wind


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Buttering Toast For Everyone

The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds 
With the grey mist that rises 
From the creeks and gently rolling hills

I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing
But even in doing that one gets criticised

Many politicians say a lot
Buttering everyones' toast
But when it comes down
To doing anything worthwhile
They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition
That disappears at first light or close observation
They have to hide in shadows
So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out

So how can we learn from this 
What can we do with our lives
What can we be, say, write
If we say, be, write then can we
Follow through with action

Moon is getting fainter just a bare
Silver almost hair
Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed
With the mist of the earth two have combined
Seemingly forming one body

Duty has called me from the carefree moments
That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin
Their crowing, the crickets have quietened,
And the birds have begun their morning chirping
And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day


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The World Needs More Poets

Smoke ladened vision
scratching at my eyes
    making them cough,
conversations drift
across the panorama
  of my hearing.
(the world needs more poets)

Words rattle, 
     separate conversations
    combining,
       melding,
  sinking up together
to make sense.
(the world needs more poets)

9/11,
     always honored,
Johnny Cash
    filled space
with honorable reasoning
   biting at laws flaws.
(the world needs more poets)

My mind
     sinks inside itself,
grabbing at the crimson and dark,
     lancing the boils of imagination
and still notes drifts in
   soothing the savage beast.
(the world needs more poets)

          Stay off the sidelines,
bite into the fabric of life,
    feel the blood
        run down your chest,
   exciting your nerves
as you lick your lips
   and wait for the next inspiration.
The world needs more poets.

(This was inspired by a congregation of people)


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Nostalgic

Nostalgic--
Life has been 
like riding fiery waves 
in the belly of the beast—
Memories of my rusty old past
hanging somewhere on the fringe
of disbelief and forgetfulness…
Never to be re-told in truth or sequence.

cghjr 2012


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Submerged Cathedral

Sickle moon gray above the waves
The quiet directionless wind 
On the earth, and in the sky above 
A veil is drawn, cutting into dark spots 
Slowly round and round,  
Murals are etched into the sand  
The statue waits with eyes unblinking 
Silent wonder, solitary armless stone 
Twisted, counter-pose, forever fixed, 
Wonder, what does she see under water? 
Rusty bows and sterns, shipwrecks, 
Silvery fish fluttering in and out of hulls, a 
graveyard outside hallowed ground 

Archway, the great doors dark and closed
Murky, wet light pours in vaulted windows
Through water-worn edges of stained glass 
Seaweed tendrils curl around an altar 
Once, quiet processions marched up the aisle 
They are now only filtered ghosts, 
Murmuring, wavy impressions of what was 
Forever, the tide calls upon the great steeple 
And the lonely under-toe, 
Pulls a mote in the sand around her, 
To protect the bastion in the sea, 
Dark, lovely, lost forever to those above 


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Me and Us

I live in the land of me and us
Here we look out for number one
Self care
Holidays
New cars
Big house
Travel the world
Finest meals
Satisfying our every need
Self help books to read

It's all about me and us
Self congratulation
Poor me
How do I feel
Is my life good enough
Do I need more stuff
Was my childhood too rough
Let's talk about me and us

The rest of the world is them
They don't have it right
They need to see me and us's light
Don't we shine so bright
Beacons in the night

We keep playing the same song
Thinking the world is singing along
In the end we have it wrong
Lives of sad desperation
Lacking contemplation
Blocked with constipation
Where is the inspiration

I wish to move 
Join the world  of yours and others
A place where we are all brothers
The focus away from me
There is so much more to see
I'm one branch on a larger tree

In the land of me and us

I was never free

I was just me

Empty

Me me me

That's not who I wish to be


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Shrink Wrapped

The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers on the same gravel path.
Always a person for whom the flow meant danger
from spring to summer,  I walk the scene
with cheery “mornin’s”
popping the insular bubbles 
of self imposed

Silence.

The days go by
as spring returned to my aged step.
The flow lures the weary mind tired of treading water.
Glassine eyes cataract dimmed clear and lift to blue skies.
Familiar faces grin back hooked 
on a cheery “mornin’”
Marshaled resources clockwise turn.
Forward thinking, right sided, occasion walks
from summer to fall
popping the insular bubbles 
of self imposed

Silence.




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All Woman

Is it the sparkle in my eyes or the thickness of my thighs?

Is it the fullness of lips or the curve my hips

That lets you know that I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Is it the grace of my walk or the way that I talk?

Is it the life that we share or the warmth of my care?

That lets you know that I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Is it the softness of my touch or the fact that you can never get enough? 

Is it the give and take or the love that we make?

That lets you know that I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Is it the thought of my taste that puts a smile on your face?

Is it the sweetness of my skin or that overwhelming yearning within

That lets you know that I’m ALL WOMAN 100%

Some say phenomenal,some heaven sent

But I say I’m ALL WOMAN 100%


Chiquita Baity


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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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tic tock

tic tock
tic tock
teardrop
sodium-flavored
lollipop
                  long lines
                  stand alone
                  tic tock
                  time goes
                      on
                   waiting
short hand
long hand
fun fast
hurt slow
                  tic tock
                  tic tock
                  teardrop
                  sodium-flavored
                  lollipop
we all
lick


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a glimpse of mamma

mamma held the whiskey bottle
in small yellow hands
with dirty/short nails
their polish peeling like hers.
jaded/hard eyes with fear in each iris
watched me with something akin to love
similar but more unsure.


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Day Of Reckoning



One summer hot, 
clear day,
It was time to deal with dirty laundry.
In silence,
with a countenance of stone,
unrevealing deep emotions,
things of necessity were done.
She hung bleached-white sheets 
out on the line to dry,
then, turning to him,
her iron will broke,
storm clouds rose,
her eyes accused,
yet, all she could say was;
“Don’t leave.”


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WHO AM I


Who am I?
This is a question that unable, I am, a
Definite answer, straightforward to give
For
Buried myself I find, under layers upon layers of 
Beliefs and prejudices that centuries past, have 
Deposed upon my helpless and unwilling soul!

Who am I?  

Before a reply, to the posed question, I attempt to give,
First, I have to strip off myself of the garments that
History, religion and culture have dressed me with, so
As the real me to appear: 
The kernel of truth that nature has intended me to be 
Thus 
Nude I will be facing the world with 
No nationality,
Free from any religious beliefs,
Liberated from history and its past crimes 
And so
Naked, untarnished and pure, ready I would be to 
Judge things, once more, with open mind and in that way 
My own and true identity to find: 
The “I” with no adjectives, whatsoever

Having no name this time, I ask the question again:

Who am I?

Am I the Chaos or am I the Cosmos?
Am I the Division or am I the Union?
Am I the Hate or am I the Love?
Am I the Folly or am I the reason?
Am I the Good or am I the Evil?

Whoever I am, I’m all of the above: 
The Chaos and the Cosmos
The Division and the Union
The Hate and the Love
The Folly and the Reason
The Good and the Evil and
Every conceivable opposing force in the 
Universe that exists

For

Creation impossible would be without this 
Endless war of opposing forces:
Of life and death
Of cold and hot
Of arid and humid
Of light and darkness  
Because 
The laws that govern the macrocosm are
The same laws that govern the microcosm
So 
As the relentless war in the universe never ceases 
In the same way, the war within us, unending is. 

Who am I?

The answer perhaps is that I am the one who is called upon 
A sense out this Cosmos to make for I am the key with which 
The mystery of life will be unlocked,

The one to understand that the necessity of the opposing forces is
Paramount and nothing can exist without its opposite,

The one that has to realize that he is never pure evil or pure good
But good to the degree of his understanding and evil to the degree of
His ignorance, 
 
The one who has to grow to the point as to recognize the fact that 
He has to copy the harmonious universal order of things and adapt it in his
Society and within himself for to live in harmony and finally,

I am the one that will eternally struggle to comprehend who he is, where he is,
What he is and the reason of his existence in order to understand the Cosmic 
Order and live according to its demands,
 
Therefore, my friends, my question lingers:

WHO AM I? 



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  12 NOVEMBER 2014


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White Cold Moon

Outside, the moon is alone in the sky
and floats bright white in the ocean
of the great black-blue on high.

It illuminates slightly my surroundings,
giving everything the soft pallid hue
that makes everything something familiar,
though some things I have never seen.

All things being equal,
under the bright white moon,
I see the waves of grass
in neighboring lawns that I’ve never trod,
and I see the soft waves of the moon
dancing off the rooftops of houses
that I’ve never been welcomed in,
that contain neighbors that I’ve never met.

It’s cold out…
if the sun gives off heat in the day,
does the moon radiate chills at night?

The moon sheds its cold, emotionally bankrupt light
on everything I see.
Is this how I should be?
If this is how all emotional attachment ends up,
should I even bother?

Or better yet, should I wait for the moon,
that reopens my wounds just by shining on me?
Every time it comes into sight,
I can’t help but think of all the times
it left me dark and cold.

Should I wait for it to change,
or should I move on?
I can’t see why I should waste my time,
when there are other things that
can radiate a brighter and warmer light than this.

If I see it shining its light on others;
what light does it have for me?


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Diffidence

It’s like walking through
The ice chips of
A sun fire –

It’s like standing atop
The falling rain of
A lonely sea –

It’s like sleeping amidst
The misty shroud of
A day moon –

Similar to crouching
In between cloudless
Rays of white –

Identical to clutching
The solid pebbles
Of spitting air –

The distance that
Lingers between
You and I –


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Taken

Another day has passed me by Taken gently, by the falling sun, and the starry sky Leaving stiletto barbs that heaven will hone tonight Today disappeared As a slim gray ghost that has been taken away I never thought to say goodbye... It seemed but one of many days That come and go But then a flickering shadow of bare boughs A certain wind that blew Curling brown leaves around my feet As if to remind me This was a phantom day A slim, gray, ghost, That never will pass my way again My thoughts had other needs today And reckless .... was I.... I never thought to say goodbye...


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His blessings


He made the dew drops to embrace the foliage
with the dawning of day

He clothe the birds in a colorful array,
He gave them voices to usher in a new day

He gave us eyes to see
He gave us ears to hear,
He gave us voices to extol our gratitude and praise

every day to start afresh, 
each day to appreciate the second chances
ultimately embracing life with the sound of the birds, 
with the smell of the flowers
each day filled with His blessings,
sometimes we stare at them blindly,
forgetful that He makes it all possible…


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Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.


So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem


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A Winter Walk

I needed some time, some space to think
And it was either take a walk or drink
And since I knew drinking would solve nothing
I put on my shoes and I started walking

The wind blew the chilly air
Through my unkempt locks of hair,
But I hardly felt the biting cold,
Walking with memories warm in my soul

The street was dark, cold and silent
It was funny the places where my mind went
While I slowly walked across the blacktop road
No destination in mind where I would go

It's funny the things you will remember
I recall a day in mid-December
And how suddenly, nothing seemed the same
After that man at the door called my name

I followed him into a secluded office
Where he would tell me his diagnosis
And suddenly I felt my beating heart
But the rest of the world had just stopped

I felt a hand in mine get tighter
I don't think the room could have been quieter
I shook my head in total disbelief
Too numb to feel anything, even grief

The question asked, "What does this mean?"
But the answer didn't mean anything
My head too fuzzy, my thoughts too jumbled
I turned to my love to speak, but mumbled

I don't remember what else he said
Because of the swirling thoughts in my head
It took three days before I could even think
Which led me to tonight: walk or drink

So I walked and I thought and I truly remembered
Dreams of the past, love treasured forever
Friendship and laughter, sorrow and pain
As though I was reliving my life over again

Little things that I'd sorely taken for granted
Things that didn't happen the way that I planned it
Promises made and ones that were broken
Love that was shared, love still unspoken

The frosty air filled me with a sense of renewal
Inside my soul was fighting a duel
The angel, the devil, both battling demons
Inside of myself I fought to redeem them

I don't know who won the ethereal battle
And I'm not sure right now it even matters
Where once I believed everything for a reason
I'm finding that harder and harder to believe in


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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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untitled

I know death
it lives in my chest
I know life
it lives in my head
giving me beautiful visions
that my chest won't let me
feel

I know death
it lives in my chest

I know life
it lives in my head

torn between desire
and numbness
I coexist
forever the Gemini


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Restless Waters

   A little leaf floating on restless waters -
      but I'll go where the river takes me
             till I find you out in the sea.


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Restoration

Peace to all of the inhabitants within and without the universe
Respect to all existence both stagnant and dynamic
No desire to understand only to observe and appreciate

Those who’ve sought understanding have greatly misunderstood

They intend to change (upgrade) and will inevitably spike altercation
Disrupting and forever corrupting universal equilibrium

Effort to become God the creator and healer of all is the cause of disruption

Persevering disabling efforts to be God with the determination of correction is the cause of infinite corruption – the effect of cyclical disruption




“____ heals all wounds”




No human is able to fix
We are only able to use
An attempt to restore is abuse




“____ heals all wounds”




Rest  


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Secrets Revealed

The words drip from your lips
Like water from a faucet
The lies and fables 
Is screeching to unfold
The truth will set you free
If not in bondage you will be
So lift the veil on every secret and every lie
Your wings flap free
You will soar so high…


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Missing Castles

All the castles
I'd longed to see,
Will never stand
In front of me

All the knowledge
I have gained,
All the emotions,
I have feigned

And now real love
To make me cry
I lie in bed,
I wonder why...

It seems unfair,
But such is life,
I've suffered much,
As with an unfaithful wife

Those castle walls
Will long outlive me,
And it will come the time soon,
For me to see

My maker, 
My love's faker
Heartbreaker,
Soul taker

But I have my one
Ace in the hole,
I've kept one piece
Of me that's whole

That part of me
That believes in me
And no matter
What others see

This part is mine,
And mine alone,
And surely I'll have
Sins to atone,

But this one part,
Unassailable,
Believes in me,
And it knows,
I never hurt anyone,
For I chose

To do what seemed right
And moral too,
And though I'd fight,
To prove it true,

I tried to do 
My very best,
I tried to pass
My soul's real test,

If I failed,
It was by mistake,
All I wanted,
Was a smile to make.


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not all is lost

Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
hibernate, 
creatures plunder 
fallen treasures. 
Under the garden chair, 
a pair 
of summer shoes lie - 
abandoned? 
Not all roses die 
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still, 
waiting to be found.


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Gossamer Itty Bitty

Crisp morning air hung on a blossom's breath,
Dew, like diamond dust, glistened on gossamer.
A light loon's laugh lifted the sun
On a lazy hazy horizon.
The only thing I thought and wondered
As I sat silently sipping my coffee,
Is why I had never seen gossamer fly,
It had only drifted in my dreams...


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Spirit Of The Ink Well

Rising from within my quill
Waves of ink crest and crash
Upon the papered shoreline
Riding in and out on the tides
Of yesterday found…

Sullying the once untainted
With both the rash and tender
Of the restive poetic spirit
An autonomous symbiosis
Of today’s moments…

Endlessly seeking identification
Ink scrawled candle flames illume
Scratched out paths into tomorrow
The journey of the minds eye
Of tomorrows chance…

Each penning a new step forward
Into our own intangible dreams
Our elusive target moves ever further
Where no direction can lead us on
Of our poetic hopes…


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Free Persimmons

I woke this morning
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of the jasmine 
just outside my window.
This garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.
The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.


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So-called poem

Have I lost it?
The writing thing?
Have I been absent for so long that my thoughts are unable to come to a 
complete stop and decide to focus...on ...one...thing?
I shudder profusely and then shake....
shudder...shake...doesn't that mean the same thing?
God....this feeling of complete talentlessness is absolutely....bad?
(SIGH!!!!!)
For the sake of being poetic I come up with...bad...seriously!!!
My fingers move at a snail's pace to keep up with the dismay that wants spill its 
inerts on this screen in front of me and it will take the hand of God to prevent me 
from actually not deciding to hit the delete button and feel justified in my 
pitifulness!!!
(SIGH!!!)
Ok...I'll leave it alone
be the cheerleader of this...piece...yea.


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Amuse

Amuse... In a world of splendor, I want to share thoughts.
To capture others with a creative voice
To embrace emotions as a writing tool
To ruminate another’s introspection

I am just a muse.
I want to be your best friend.
I want to enable you to write again.

Within the universe, are beautiful landscapes to provide stories to contemplate.
Why not ponder romantically and write about the love you found in Greece.
Be your reason to fulfill your dreams.
I am just a muse.
Think please.

The multitude 
In famine
Poverty stricken
Economic disparity
Just topics to theme

I am just a muse meditating ideas.

~Be My Reason Free Poetry Contest Entry~
~Entry Date: March 06, 2014~
~Motif: Muse~


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A Moment

Sometimes.
     just sometimes
when a breeze brushes my cheek
carrying a curious scent,
a delicate flower pushes through a crack
in the sidewalk,
a candle flame reflects in a window
spotted with rain,
I close my eyes,
listen to my heartbeat as the world fades away,
and quietly ...
              ... wonder
x


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'Carefree Me'


Sometimes I wish I didn't care Wish I could just walk away Without feeling like A traitor Without feeling like A quitter They don’t even know My clandestine battles They don’t even know The smile on my face Is my weapon Against the world And it's opinion To be lost Must be awesome at times And to be discovered The reward I sometimes wish I was lost Then I know No one expects me to be a pillar No one expects me to be the rock I sometimes feel I need to be In between all this I miss being The carefree me
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where i'm from

i come from
the jungle of despair
with its vines and thorns
full of emptiness
i come from
the nothingness of space
without stars
born of a black hole
a vacuum of longing
i come from
a man and a woman
but not
a mother and a father
not husband and wife
nor even lovers
i come from
potential unrealized
and opportunity missed
slashing away
in the rain forest of frustration
clearing the way
for the seed of hope
i come from
the society that killed
malcolm x
and left me for dead
that promoted slavery
longer than liberty
i come from
here
wishing i was
there


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A Child of God {Psalms 119:24)

Deal with your servant according to your love and teach me your decrees
And the Lord said unto me, “Rise above your own despair”
"Offer your soul unto me; I will free you of this Prison cell"
I ask Lord how can this be, “this cell is my home it is all I have left”
As suddenly as flowers bloom in the spring, I was free inside
The tears fell like two giant waterfalls cascading down my face
And the Lord ask of me, “Take pen in hand and seek what you desire”
From inside a Prison cell I was set free within; filled with the Holy Ghost
Page by page I started seeking the truth as fiery tongues filled my pages
Through the Lord a violent inmate was placed in a cell, by his grace
The man who walked out of that cell,” I am Poet, A child of God” 


This poem was written for Brian's contest


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Mystic Walk

I took a mystic walk with you,
     a haze of violet, and sapphire blue

You reached out gently for my hand
    and I began to understand -

The universe, in all its glory
    only a part of life’s long story

So much more will we behold
    sparkling new, of ancient old.

You deeply looked into my eyes
    visions - memories- other lives

of you and I, your hand in mine,
    in love, but running out of time…

When I met you, remembrance was there
    but this lifetime won’t be so fair -

It seems the work we have to do
    must come before love burns anew.

But… 
     I still see you in my dreams,
           on twilight walks…. by crystal streams…

Promises of timeless love,
     as sure as stars that shine above.


Come… 
     take a mystic walk with me,
             in spirit dreams our love is free -


For in this place of timeless time…

        I am yours…

               and you are mine.


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I will not be late to work this morning

I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About sound
About war
Republicans
Democrats
Independents

I will get there on time
I will eat my oatmeal
Without thinking of 
Broken valentines
Strewn against a wooden
Fence 
Like dropped goblets
From a robbers pillowcase

I will be there before the bell rings
My papers will be checked
My hair will be combed
My mind will be alert 
Ready to begin my lesson

I will not wonder why
My oldest son doesn’t have a job
I will not pray too long
For my daughter who is taking the bar today
At 10:30 AM in New Orleans
I will not scar my knees wishing
For some alternate world
Where children are never neglected
Or hurt
Where there is no abandonment

What nonsense to try and order the world
Just get to work on time
Put your things in the car, your projector and 
The white binders that you didn’t look at
All weekend although you were supposed to check the papers and put the 
grades on the computer
I will leave now
Before it is impossible to
Be on time
I will cream my ashy ankles

I will not focus on the white
Cat on the black pillow
With the green eyes
I will not water the plant
I will not watch TV
I will not write poetry
Before work

I will not write poetry
Before work
I will get to work on time
I will be ready
I will not be daydreaming about fog
Wondering if I’ll get Alzheimer’s like my mother
Or colon cancer like my dad
I won’t be thinking about that stuff
I will be locking the front door and 
Closing the gate and clicking the clicker
And starting the car and leaving

I will not be in my living room
Wondering if there is any reason to love
Because I do not love for reason
I love because He first loved me
It is not incantations or intoxication
Or imagination it is my life and 
The structure will come with the
Clearness of Bajan water
So clear you can see the fish
Fly float across the Atlantic

It is time
This poem must end
I will not be late for work
This morning
Not for nothing
Not for nobody
Not for anything
Not for everything

This poem is over 
the work day begins



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Lizard hunting

I. 
In the orange land, 
the sidewalks race wild with them, 
postured like statues of royal gardens 
the marble lions 
amongst hibiscus limbs. 

II. 
I like the smell of them, 
earth warmed dirt 
and fallen honeysuckle 
baked 
beneath the Florida sun. 

III. 
I poke with 
one tanned fingertip 
where the flesh 
cocoons around their 
soft belly, 
it is like 
the open sesame 
for lizards. 

IV. 
The open mouth of a lizard 
has no bias 
it dangles on ear lobes 
like Coco Chanel 
classic in style. 

V. 
When separated 
the tail becomes an asp 
wrestling with the truth 
of it's loss.


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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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Free Persimmons (revision)

I woke 
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of jasmine 
just outside my window.

This once perfect garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree that we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.

The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.

Don't wake me up.


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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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Roller Coaster

This never-ending roller coaster
makes life unpredictable, even to myself
The ups and downs take me from high to low
in a matter of minutes and hours
Twists and loops send my mind into a whirlwind
as it leaves my body numb
Dark tunnels seem cold and lonely
but I make it through in no time at all
Things start to slow down and I think the ride is over
only to speed past the exit 
Each time I pass, the scenery changes 
and new events take place, leaving me choices I least expect
On occasion, the brakes come to a screeching halt
but this is only for a second
I then find myself no longer moving forward
but riding in reverse, gripping my harness even tighter
Eyes closed, my biggest fear is not the places I've never gone
but the places I've already been


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Like Breathing

Behind the bird perched on the chair
In the shade
There is a submarine in the harbor 
In the sun---light
The world doesn't laugh at us
As we so often might feel
But with us, though we don't always---laugh
And so we organize everything around us
As if it was our job to do so.
All the mysterious, deepening wells of
Jokes and complete nonsense found
Absolutely---everywhere
We try to  organize.
As if it was our job to do so.
Though it is no more our job to
Force it to all make sense then
It is the bird's job to sit on the 
Chair in the shade with the sunlit
Sub idle in the rippling water behind
Her---
It is no more our job than breathing is a job.
Like breathing, we just do it.
There is no moral here: just sun and shade, 
Birds and submarines---and humans
Trying to play a non-existent game,
Trying to remember to laugh, trying to stop trying.


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Cannot Abide


wind always knows 
it limitation
as it writes its swirling
scripts upon threadbare roof.
lamentations for the
fields of empty prairies
as the dry leaves rustle
in strings of grass… 

i do not know
my boundaries
the geographical shapes
of my darkness
for life
has been left empty
with only a puppy
of narrowness
to feed
scraps of plain verse too
how the tail wagged for years
as empty …

i light candles 
like images on the window
of my smile
for the sputter of light
is much more reassuring 
than the breathless darkness.

i recite my own alphabets
that i have
hidden in the mysteries of my throat
and marvel as the moonlight passes
through the simple words
the trellises of upper 
and lower case

shades i have formed
with my craftless hands
and letters
speak upon the glass
of outside 
like frost
for i have found my true words
and they fit my squalor
with a strength of calmness
for darkness cannot 
abide in smallness 
so it leaves me
as the darkest raven
ever imagined…


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Ocean Beyond The Stars

Through them one can see an ocean.

Her ocean.

It's there beyond.

Beyond the stars.

The stars in her eyes.

Upon her sea there are no boats.

If you wade too far, there is no hope
of rescue.

Still where her beaches are,
there's warm soft sand.
For her to walk.
Peaceful and calm.
Save the gentle breeze tickling her arm.
Save the calls of the sea gulls.

She holds some wet stones
cupped
in her left hand.
Shiny and sparkling.
But, not
always
beautiful.
Not always smooth
and soothing
to touch.

She contemplates each in turn.
Her collection.

Then
she gazes out upon the ocean and above it to the stars.
The stars beyond.

And so,
they are reflected there.
Forever reflected there
in her eyes.


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Me and My Bed

A room lifted by the sound of a bed The ruffles meander about itself I desire to leave my imprint on it Knowing how soft the sound is I want to lay on it with my soul The powerful allure rests on me Intriguing is the base, the support I know not the purpose of the desire I fear that I have no tiredness in me I just am drawn to it, a harmonious draw I take a jump and I land squarely on it Feeling the ripples of the solid bed I laugh, foolishly I get up to see The spot I had lain on the bed It wasn’t as good as I thought Just an emptiness there within me I am lost, the bed loses itself here Two entities are without meaning Where does the bed go without me I sit, contemplating the depth Of my bed’s encompassing power No sound escapes me, I’m soft The bed’s soft, we are aligned Where the pillows are, I want to be I’m drawn in, I fall within the bed To finally sleep off the secrets Of me and my bed’s universal uniqueness Made to meld as one tonight
Russell Sivey


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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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peace from dead skinned fingers

It's minor keys that resonate, I'll stay up late and wait
then in between the silence I'll hear the sound
of steel and cedar, the slow rebound
wrapping around my reflective heart
and so it comes,this slow release
brings me peace in dead skinned fingers.
It's me who lingers unanswered and unsolved
even after prayer wheels have been revolved.
The answer is not to doubt at all,
to take our backs from off the wall,
but still these shapes take precedence,
a permanent tenement residence
of twos and blue toned cadence.

That perfection goes unnoticed
would be easier to bare
if there was someone there to share
the exquisite madness and requisite gladness
who's roots draw from melancholy 
but the apple that fell on me
knocking sense into me
bruising my head
releases me, brings peace to me
instead.


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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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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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Fancy Hair

I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow
A fine stream it did spray
The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water
For it has not rained much in many days

As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene
Along came a male Red Cardinal
On a rose bush he did preen
Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray

When he was water coated, he flew away
Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out
Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath
Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell

Before he had time to dry,  a Black Bird
Landed on a Weeping Willow limb
Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today
Very intelligent these  birds of the yard

Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers 
Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent
Than some of the humans that have big brains 
And fancy hair....

(I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)


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A Nepali Dilemma

The swarthy young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.

The lightening stoked the day’s heat, 
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it. 

The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
of impending marriages, political, religious and of the heart;
one woman seldom fit all three requirements.
The wine flowed with the discussion.

Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.


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The War's Over!

The war's over!
Our president has proclaimed!
The bombing has stopped
and peace has broken out.
The crisis is over and
life can get back to normal.
Now, I can go to work
this morning,
pick up a few things
from the store,
watch a little TV,
see our victorious army,
and the humiliated enemy,
send some money to
the poor refugees,
drive the kids to soccer practice,
lead a pleasant life,
without care,
or too much analysis,
just as I was doing,
anyway.
Three cheers!
Victory is ours!
Orwell, you son of a ____,
you knew all this was coming.


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Darkness

Complete darkness
No sound at all
This is where you live
No one to talk to
The blackness, engulfing
Smothering the air out of you
In this vast void with lack of light
You are forced to believe
That you see a speck
A tiny green light
Way off in the distance
This blot of light brings so much hope
So many desires
You can hardly breath
Suddenly the light grows larger
You feel elated
Then FLASH
Complete darkness
No sound at all
Things are back
To the way they will always be


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After The Dance

elbow to elbow no room to breathe
in this place i once thought an escape
missing her more each day
and each passing moment
brown children with vaseline
greased scalps peer expectantly
at this strange newcomer
vampire handsome and strange intellect
my weakness must be apparent
fore they trust me
dancing with the devil isn't a tango
it's a tangle
our innocence ensnared
like a scared fragile rabbit
pulse racing
silken brown fur clamped
between iron rusty jaws
moving like the blood of the hare
between each strand of hair
i avoid their queries of life
after the dance


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quietude

Curved in a ball
thinking


Cars roaring by
-muffled.


Crickets chirping
-muted.


Eyes closed
pondering


Everything is still.
Except my heart-
...beating


Everything is hushed.
Except my mind-
...speaking


Everything is quelled.
Except my soul-
...opening


to the wonders
of
Quietude



**submitted for Paula Swanson's Say the Word Contest :)


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Damaging Calm

Swirling, chaotic, unending, torturous, darkness.  Black as the deepest black, he sits, 
wondering how could she nurture his dark side.  This blinding rage that fills his soul, is 
so foreign, he’s usually so calm, and collected.  But she is starting to damage his calm.  
This music isn’t helping, nothing does.  It just builds and builds the temperament slowly 
getting worse and worse.  This poison is killing him, if he doesn’t release it, he will 
explode.  But where does he turn to let loose the torrential hatred?  How can he loose 
this torment on others and live with himself.  To be or not to be violent, THAT is the 
question.  Does he continue to proliferate, or does he release upon the masses.  Which 
is the lesser of two evils, to die from his own abomination, or does he smite those who 
cause this?


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The Purest Music

    One fine day as I was traversing the green,
in the last throes of Autumns'  twilight.
I sat upon a flat stone,
overlooking a trilling brook,
to ponder the meaning of life.
As I sat ,and thought,
the soft chimes of music,
from the water spirits,
lulled me into a dream state.
Some where in  that liquid crystal,
stubborn stones are worn smooth,
by the passage of time.
Elsewhere the fluidous mercury,
rushes toward a cleft ,
a water fall.
Bringing forth melodies,
never to be reproduced ,
by mere human hands.
As my lids grow heavy,
I'm awakened by the flash of silver,
denizens ,  
silhouetted by the last rays of the setting sun..
With regret its time to leave,
as I turn to go ,
a misty rainbow is captured ,
by the fading beams of light.
I smile, at peace,
the promise ,
the sun will once again ,
eclipse the horizon.


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I am dead girl

I will bleed girl I will bleed.
The sharpest glint of silver lies upon my wrist.

You must read girl you must read.
Feel the words that beat the heart within my chest.

I am dead girl I am dead.
The question answered with the softly whispered yes.

I am read girl I am read.
The words contrast upon the page forever dressed.


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If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones


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Into Turquoise

Walking the seashore of slumber
Passivity’s humid breath
A moment of sweet need
In serenity of my minds eye
Where I am truly safe
It is only those azure eyes
The scent of Auburn hair
That crashes my momentary…

One breath entails my need
It all slowly falls away
Entering that undiscovered country
Resembling dream
A solemn place where words
Spoken without consequence
Float into turquoise skies
Without meaning…


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traveller

highway grinding
myway finding
        mental meanderings
philosophic ideals
     mirrorly miles
            of reflection
passed under tired tires


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Scummy Puddles

Beaten
Smashed
Kicked
And splashed
Out into the street
Like dirty bathwater

Nothing more than a filthy puddle
Rising over the curb
Flooding the sidewalk cracks
Eager for evaporation

Every hair
Is On end

Every pore
At attention

Yearning skin
Is stretching for a touch
That never existed
Pulled 
Like the blankets
Of children
Over worried heads
Attempting 
Their Satisfying seclusion

For when there is no direction
Passion is formless
And love loses shape


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Years

Years…
Sometimes friend
Often foe
How the years seem to flow
More quickly with each passing one
And less, it seems that we get done
With what years we’ve now left

Let this not, though,
Be our shame
Let us use each year the same
As we would use our waning breath
Until at last our earthly death
Does come, one final
Year





by Donna Golden 

May 23, 2005 (A few months before my twenty year high school reunion!)


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The Battle I Crave

In the box with overpowered silence
Dripping with sweaty tension
Wanting glory…fearing three

Those eyes precise measured quarry
Javelin of Ash loaded at the ready
Stilly prepared…ironed gripping

White pale streak of the assailing foe
Red seamed threads spinning unseen
Coursing in…aimed true

A crack that exhales the collective breathe
Eruption within the faceless crowd
Cacophony…movement’s flurry

Charging towards the much sought prize
Just for the chance to be victorious
Guarded…standing strong

Diving headlong toward canvas safety
Outstretched beyond human limit
Colliding wreck…jarring hard

Percussive thump of stitched tooled leather
A thumb shot skyward yelling failure
The cheering…mixed jeering

Screaming sighs…and whistled respect
God I love baseball…  


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Chase A Yellow Poem

I caught 
a yellow poem 
in my hands, and 
it fluttered like a 
frighten flock of butterfly wings 

Spreading its 
yellow bright wings, 
Then gliding across 
a sea of gold, 
we landed gently 
as a ripple 
on the pond  
  
If yellow is 
the brightest color 
in the rainbow,
then, let me
chase a yellow poem
-- through your candlelight 

If we land
with both feet
on the ground,
I wonder, why  
we could not 
catch a yellow 
butterfly smile today


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Cold Beers and Voyeuristic Cannibalism

I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my bones back up

off the floor on a daily basis;

ragged, dry, and weary. 

Every fairy tale has a root,

stapled into the hard soil of truth.

They all have a moral,

some sort of clerical error 

born from life’s shadow. 

We watch, hoping to learn 

from the missteps of someone

else’s intrepid imagination,

some 4D revelation singing

lullabies to the young heart

of humanity.  

And they bend to the fickle 

will of greedy creativity, 

making the yoke less bitter

so that we can tongue the purge

of denial without pouting. 

I’d like to pretend that my hands are clean,

that I don’t whisper cold lies into your palms,

watch you drink from the frosted glass

of my sincerity; Hope that you don’t blink,

that you won’t notice the blood bubbling 

up, and over my shiver before you finally

finish this story. 

I just want you to understand.

This isn’t poison.

This is merely me bleeding out,

and hoping you’ll learn to love the 

taste of fire kissed oxymoronic metaphors,

served up with juiced will and the vegan

flesh of my inhibition.  

So that you can see through my eyes,

know where I have been,

and how it felt to be consumed.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


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Racism Is Your Problem

       Some people think what we have is still taboo,
And it's obvious when we enter a room.
       A few eyes seem to watch our every move;
But that makes me pull closer to you and appreciate your value.
       They're unaware the stares can't shake nor break what we have,
We just shake off the dirty looks and laugh.
 
       The ignorance of some people say white, black, Latino's don't mix.
I say that's something this country needs to work on and fix.
       I've wondered why society stereo-types by race.
People don't lack human emotion despite the color of their face.
       A shame we are unable to see, that all are one in the same.
Yet as a nation we prejudge the individual without knowing their name!
 
       This is a new day, a new era.
And yes Sara, I would follow you to the back of the bus.
       I would give up my seat to you just because.
If you could not eat in that restaurant, then neither would I!
       I would fight for your civil rights, do or die!
That is the depth of our love.
       Who cares if others find it "unheard of."
There would be no stopping you and me.
       We would walk hand in hand down any street in Mississippi!
 


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Dawn of Empowerment

The fresh morning air,
crisp, wet, fragrant, alive
delivers a shock to the sleeping mind
waking the senses
coming out of a drowsy yawn
the new day dawns with vibrant colors
echoing the motivation for change in my soul
bright reds and golds warm the chilled,
dew covered earth
with the promise of tenderness and love
the rising sun itself strengthens the
resolve made in the darkness of night
to grasp onto life
to live it!
To Love it!
Not to let anymore of it pass by
with pessimistic lethargy
a brand new day has begun
breathe in the vigor,
feel the promise,
live the power!


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Runnin'

her place smells like lavender
or violets
i've slept here many times before
but never well
never fitfully
alien atmosphere i suppose
the bare bulbs in the bathroom
kill my shadow
i'm a stranger in the kitchen
smoking weed on the couch
pissing in the tiolet
and screwing her in the shower
intimately removed
she wants me to move in
i miss her already


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Efflorescence

Momma says I've got a poet's heartache
that I dally 
among the gardens of malady
where briery thorns
nip at their own flimsy petals
and all the virile plants want to heal me,
but I'm saving myself
for some wild haired rose
who's only going to tear
my flowering heart........................apart

Daddy says I'm a rare bloom
with tender palms
and a golden stem,
in poetry I search for words
to bury my core within,
a tough little root
who beholds a mystical pen
that drips love for a man 
she believes exists 
somewhere between the lines
of her own making

But my loves,
I'm just a lonely pot
trying to fill blank space
with a poetic soil
so these veins will grow
into a substantial blossom
worth savoring
by thou gardeners
who give sun to thy soul
and a pause in time 
worth reflecting
off the ground
of God's jaw dropping scenery


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In Response

In response 

To your worried heart

Mind, mouth and stomach

Your busy thoughts 

 

 


In response to your

Shaking hands and ill head

Your rightfully placed overreactions 

You're right in placing them…pacing then

 


In response to your love for me

Well I cannot ignore it 

So I blush and beg for it

Secretly…of course 

 

 


You are my everything and I will do anything 

To hush your fears 


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Mighty Strong Nation

Mighty strong nation 
Truth be told 
I am not sold 
On the lies that be 
I hope you take no offense to me 
Open your eyes 
The revolution will not be televised 
Open your eyes 
The revolution will not be deterred by lies
I can’t give up a little freedom for safety
That would be weakly 
That would be hasty 
Fight for the truth to be brought
To the light 
Put your fists up and fight 
It’s not about the color of your skin 
It’s about freedom in this country we live in 
To be a revolutionary 
Is to be considered a radical extremist!
Don’t get caught up in the lies 
Just open your eyes 


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Shell of a Nomad

I wanted to be alone tonight,
to shuffle my thoughts in the ocean's breeze,
when the sun sets sail, with the lights going out
While I search the sky, in my solitude 
and ponder my  place in the scheme of things...

I wonder again, how I fit within...
How the dreams I dream, and my many wiles,
fit into the human chain

In my lone meditation, there rises a sigh
with a windswept aria, reaching my ears......
while one turtle I had noticed, is unmooring itself, 
heading back to the ocean, without hesitation
not asking for much, not even for reason why

I watch him slowly swagger along,  no rush to marry a shell with the sea 
And envy how strong the urge can be, knowing his place in the throng
His cares are so few, and with years to go, such tenacity captures me

I wanted tonight,  to be alone with thoughts, alone to doubt
alone with my questions, and alone with my fears
To hover in the shell, in the cave of my tears 
To ponder my place here among the stars.....
Of time and space,  the archaic shores

Unmooring myself, across the sands
If the turtle can see it, then I'm not alone
in this span of a life, there is a journey long...
a destiny that the nomad just knows



__________________________________
7/28/14  For Cyndi's Contest: "Turtles"


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If I Could Write

If I could write about,
    World Peace
I'd have to write about,
     Ending War

If I could write about,
           Love
I'd have to write about,
        Ending Hate

If I could write about,
         A Feast
I'd have to write about,
      Ending Hunger

If I could write about,
   Human Strength
I' have to write about,
   Human Frailty

If I could write about,
            Good
I'd have to write about,
            Evil

If I could write about,
          My Life
I'd have to write about,
            Me


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Watcher

Watcher

from the barren trees of winter
to the golden warmth of autumn leaves
I am but a forlorn watcher
gazing through a window 
afraid to venture out
yet allowing myself to imagine
nature’s beauty

be they lonely country roads
or cities bustling with people
an agoraphobic woman, I retreat from both

participation eludes me
as I stare at the world outside
wary of mingling with nature or society
still dreaming of how my life might change
if I could but open the door

but I remain a watcher
trapped inside my home
waiting for an invitation
from a friendly stranger
who will open his arms to me


*Written May 14, 2014


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The Burden of Atlas Is Still Light

Teardrops carrying within them pieces of my soul
Falling for the sake of your heart
Fragile as glass

I can't bear to see you break…

Listen to the howls
Crying to a pale moon
Echoing in the emptiness

Chanting for demise…

A step towards the edge
Winds crying, tearing at my eyes
What lies beyond? Beneath?

The cliffs crumble
Winds still scream
The skies still bleed
And I stand fast

Mist settles
The silence remains chaotic
Why do you hide from me?
Turn away…
Cast me aside into the dark…

I still call for you
Still fear for you

I can't bear to see you lost…

Though stumbling in the dark
Though gasping for light
Hope still rests within my heart
In you…

I take my seat upon the water's surface
And brace myself for the burden…
The weight of trying seems far lighter than that of waiting…

Atlas knows nothing of burdens…


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First Love

We treat it like a marble 

in our pocket for a while 

we win it 

we lose it 

but no matter where it goes 

it always holds 

the warmth of our hands


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'Silent Cheerleader'

All your fears Trembling thoughts  Add to uneasiness You can't see beyond this moment  You can't grasp the intent  The impact it might have  You have not walked this road before The cobble stones might hinder you  You were chosen for today Way before you could fathom your will  It's in the baby steps  In the calmness of your core  Draw your strength from your soul The silent yet loudest cheerleader  Of them all
@141020142015  


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God Bless

It’s sad leaving
But sometimes
There is no choice
Move on you must
Leave and don’t look back
Erase those memories
Erase those people
Another place another time
A chapter dear Lord
A book even
If you could ‘write’ them 
Then so could I 
Maybe not as entailed
And misbegotten 
But surely as well
For I have seen the world
From both side ups
And I have sailed the seven seas
So what have you teach more past your book?

Would you show me the dark side?
Would you, could you, venture there?
I will show you mine…
Temptation
Damnation
All tied up into one
And men that claim to be one with God
Ready to forgive with just a penance.
I am ready to back out behind the barn
And slaughter a lamb

For the blood that it gives
Is born of us, right?
And it is our to use, to abuse, and to enthuse 
Jesus save me for I have enthused.
God bless the Jews.


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Chemistry

The simultaneous effect 
of two glances 
across the last remaining 
distance between them 

Then 
    when first they met 

Now 
    when they are apart 

Each carrying within 
   the beat 
     of the other's heart


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First date

First date


I spent the evening
wishing you would make the first move.
I marked your song
but listened from a safe distance.
 
The gap between us elongated 
like an escalator 
laying down its treads
with the handrail busy, trying playing catch–up.
 
Over dinner the distance between us grew wider.
But we carried on as if we were governed by some unwritten rule.
But like a fool, I held back 
least the evening might finish too soon.
 
I surveyed your face for that give away glance.
Waited patiently for that inner dance.
Hoping that it would surface.
But your light remained red
even though I was on amber.
 
So I stayed, quiet, still.
Smiling, nodding and agreeing.
Mirroring your every gesture.
Matching your every move.

 
I searched inwardly for a hint of salvation.
I searched outwardly for some possible intension.
I was hurting like a defeated soldier.
I want to know you before you get older.
 
I spent an evening
wishing I had made the first move.
I marked your song
but foolishly maintained a distance.


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VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


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She

she stares out her window, eyes swollen with pain,
she looks outside to see only pouring rain,
how can she lie? this reflects how she feels,
how can she lie, after this, she wont ever heal,
seeing birds gliding free from care,
how she wished she was anywhere but right there,
alone in her room, half way across the world,
sits a small insignificant little girl.


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home

softly lingering 
in the angelic silence
of a magical new night..

i remember whispered words
the softness of your breath
tingling the nape of my neck..

your eyes were deep
touch light as a feather
my head on your chest..

the scented sea air
delicately cocooned us
as our lips barely touched..

waves lulled our own melody 
of sacred tunes
as hearts became one..

i remember the moment
that time stood still..

how do i describe
something bigger than words..

for in the air
that i breathe..

it is you
who has blessed me...

heaven sent you 
amidst the stars above..

the sound of your heartbeat
was when i knew..

i

was

home.


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Whats the point?

I'll stop being
so disappointing
If you'll stop being
so disappointed in me


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Devoured

I don't know how to abandon 
This maniacal world 
Where electric words stalk my nights, 
Devouring my mind. 

Volcanic images appear 
As uninvited guests, 
Wrestling atrophied concepts 
Into structured rhythm. 

Metaphors tease unrelenting 
As sounds tickle my heart, 
Disowning my need for respite 
From red saturation. 

Yet I feast upon each moment 
Of inspired reverie, 
Count each hour of sanity 
An insulated gift. 

I fall into meek thanksgiving 
For voice of expression 
Even as I hear the approach 
Of mystified ideas. 

For what would I be without art 
Conveyed in written form 
But an aching, unfulfilled soul; 
Derelict and deprived?


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God's plan

Predict every possible way for a world war to break out and prevent them

In times of need 
set up the dominos of disaster

dont think there is no god in control with a plan 
and a blue print

and when the scripts come out for the world layers
on how to get along
all my generation has to do is rehears it
and learn from it
and pass it to the next

live in peace forever with the perfect harmonised seven characteristic leaders
of the world scripted politics perfected for peace
because the geniuses solved the riddle of thou shalt not kill

then show man how to perform a man made miracle
and pass it down as a legacy of peace and life lessons to the next generation
as they figure out metaphorical riddles of knowledge

and work towards the wonder if you can become the god trainer
and pull of the surprise holiday?


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Epiphany

Well it's sad to say, that this ugly duckling
never grew into anything more than an ugly duck


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A Ripe Peach

This morning's succulent pregnancy
holds infinite possibilities of a 5 am kind--
ones that tickle the fancy
before ten thousand thoughts rush in.

Be embraced by the unspeakable
that tells all, says all, and more.

Be held in a thimble, completely full,
yet, never runs dry;
heavy, yet light to bear;
gold-embossed,
as grace's sweet tongue licks her lips.

Everything is gratitude and understanding--
at the deepest levels.
Just ask a ripe peach.


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i look so small from up here

fame,
you bitch
it was you who taunted us
we walked
on razor sharp blades
of grass
gras
p
ed
at straws
covered in white dust 
inside
on the surface

on the surface
we used the word art
and crapped on it
like so much hay

hey
we did it every day
in every way

without a kiss
we fornicated 
on the carpet
where we rehearsed
our play
that was when

well

that was when

we jumped 
from the edge
from the cliff
when our bodies 
crashed into the rocks
and even a rock garden
punctures 
through
the 
layers and layers
of skin
of flesh
of tributaries
of bone
layers and layers 
of blood
of platelets
of cells
of liquid…life

landed from a hundred yards up.

it was you on my mind
and you know we didn’t die

when we jumped
from our school
from the edge
when our bodies
transcended
matter
like 
spirits
and 
spirits
was our addiction

the smoke
the pills
the blotters
the powder

you caught my eye

and we 
let our schooling
get in the way 
of our love
what we loosely 
called our art

but i did 
fall
i fell hard

the day i spiralled 
quickly
d
o
w
n
from the rock
where i stood
and you know
you were
you are
the edge

and you know
it’s you

the day
i fell

you
i fell for

and me who took the fall
from
my 
my 

my
oh
my



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Have My World

I set fire to the caskets of your ever-burning shame
Crossing lines that were smothered in yesterday’s rain

Holding onto words that scorch my spirits 
My happiness to you living hell
Pulling me apart, smothering me
Telling me you love me but not showing me

You are like the first Twin Tower that fell,
Shattered and torn by foreign enemies
And I am soon the next to fall…
By the remnants of your grimace-laced tantrums
Shackled by your negativity 

It is a wonder one can sleep at night 
Feeling the dampness of self-pity you wallow in
Comparing and despairing… always comparing
I thought I knew you like a favorite subject
I thought I could be myself
But everything that is me is shredding you to tears
And I sigh, ached by your fears
Burying my talents so that you may stand tall
So that you can shine in the glimmers 
Of my poignant fall of sobs and shivers

…

I lose everything in the wasteland of your dots
Quiet descention weighing the worries
Keeping them down and in a flurry
Crawling around me, feeding the decay 
To never hear the voice behind those words
I love you… I LOVE YOU…
I scarcely know you

Kiss my shards that have once been whole
Cradle industrial waste because I can no longer taste
The tears you shed that are too fast for me to wipe
Burying me against the sharp rocks tonight
And you run away…you always run
That is all we ever do, you see

I am a happy person,
A content as ever being inspired by the galaxies surrounding me
Exhaling the laughter of my comrades
But there… in some dark distance…
I hear the high-pitched frequency of your tidal waves of envy

You can have my world…
You can have my fame…
I am heading to space,
Where I may find solace alone
And for once taste
Freedom from your stark embrace
Wanting me for yourself to fill in your space

Have you ever stopped to wonder why I am still around? 
I care for you beyond light and sound
But ever  for that—you hated, jeered and spat
Crumbled as you play the victim
Becoming an enemy I can only learn to love

So I hand this world to you
Where both of us have fallen
You can have my world—my words
But you cannot have me….. 

-June 2, 2014-


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Contrary Kisses

Snow fell in dollops, in kite like laziness
too wet to stay white except in the margins.
The contrary air kisses each flake
melting each heart of ice.
Bittersweet the temperature falls.
Teardrops cling to greedy braches
reminiscent of hand stitched jewels
on a queen's gown.
The matted margin of lingering grass
crisps like spun sugar
snow flakes on the lash of night. 


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At The Flower Market

At the flower market
I found spice, holy water,
cobblestoned obsidian dreams,
but no flowers.

The blustery Tuscany day
showed me its underlying graffiti,
incantations of poetica esoterica, 
and yet another way 
to excavate the mystery.

Nostalgic Roman nights, 
Spanish palabras, Sicilian incantations,
idyllic panoramas; promises 
enough to purchase the moon.

Such a foolish sacrifice to
fresco up for portfolios in 
sanctuaries precious 
and profane.


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The Fork In The Path

The Fork In The Path

Where does this trail go?
Does it lead through meadows with gently flowing grass?
Flowers dancing in the warm breezes from distant mountains
Bees and birds flying among wispy clouds
With the scent of violet relaxes the mood of the land
Does it lead into a sunset where the daylight fades into night?
Stars fight to be seen in the dimming light
The chirping of birds is long gone
Replaced by the baying of wolves looking for a mate
Does it lead into the infinite darkness of night?
Only lit by the light of a billion distant stars
So faint that it remains a world without light or shadow
Sounds of a distant world break up the silence
An unseen choir of life and death
Where does this trail go?
Three forks coming from the path that life offers
All well-worn and all unmarked
There is no way to be certain which is correct
No way to do other than hope you choose the right one
Light or dark it is your choice to make
On your own
All alone
Just you and a fork on the path with a choice to make


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In The Now

Life
like
tomorrow will make the difference
while today becomes
doing and thinking and being for
life 
is not a road until
the rut is made.
Life does not become a way of
life
until tomorrows become misty
and yesterdays no longer exist.
to this moment of
life
you want to hold onto.
Life
drives you mad
the next moment of life
this too shall
pass
into now.
Now
to never have known no other time
but Now
this part of then
when is the time
Now.
Was that then Life?
existence
life 
dream
life
plan
life
eternal
life
empty
life
plain filling
life =
Silence.


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Elevators: 5 Horsemen

Part 1

Onion

the delicacy of friendship

I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.

Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell

Friend folly menacing the liar
I loathe this coffin how it leaks
Dear foe you raped me set on fire
The onion peal itself and weeps

Part 2

Traitor

dear monkey boy

Older eyes eat themselves,
glance and kill the other
Unified in the dance,
they steer the musty rudder.

Pained and sweeter deeper wells,
poised buckets drunk with water.
Singled out the one that dried,
handed weights to pull him under.

Wiser times capture the mind,
death justifies dishonor.
Knife slice neat through the devil's back,
who stares blank and milks the udder.

Part 3

Tempest

patron saint

Inside this box
Goodbye tempestuous fall
My puppet of steel coiled thread
Smashed buttons and twisted dread,
Alarm these doors, and
Escape this delusive bunker bed

Stamp the spiders
Thief, vulture of the deflection
The mocking patron of the sinners
Erase this affliction
Relating inward at the reflection

Rise you fool

Part 4

Phoenix

i love you

close the grip
cinched hematic grip
drenched, clawing
seeking the sheave
becoming the counterweight

i absorb, now
extracting the heat
rise like a phoenix
away to be gone to be free
fix me! i have fixed me

i am alive and i love you

Part 5

Aye, Damager

Abolish her state of disrepair
Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts
All around this box of soused leaves
Soak, ferment in the faith of our love

I can't fix this, you know
I loathe this misunderstanding
Of what I am speaking, projecting
To me, Aye Damager, to you

This devil in me
turned and twisted
A wrecked elevator in rejection
Years locked painfully aware

...


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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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dear victim

dear (i am not a) victim,
i am an orphan, fear
is an endorphin
(easy release)
morph into beast
-i hate you- to
say the least-
to say the most,
i love you (are
toast) buttered up
moist & tempting-
dear victim, you are
a fling, i got (too
excited, broke a wing)
something to quench
your thirst- bubble
burst, the worst is
near & i'll stay until
the coast is clear


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i smile now

i think of the
miles
and
streets
i crossed
to bump into you
and
i smile now
because i realize
that until you lifted your head 
to see where you were going
you could never
see me coming


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Hear Me Cry

Before I die
Hear me cry
Sometimes it seems
He knows my needs
At times it feels
Like this is real
Most times at night
He's out of sight
During the day
The same way
With each new lie
I die inside


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God, Where May I Find You

God where may I find you Under unturned stone Lord, where may I find you Why am I all alone When you do not acknowledge Is it because I have sinned So I refuse atonement Does that mean you can't forgive Christ, where my I find you In emptiness without your ghost Wandering within the forest Off the path into darkness lost You will not speak I will not pray All my things In decline, to give away Unwilling To do your will I set the terms I drift away God, where may I find you


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Sometimes

Sometimes,
Nothing makes me feel more alive
Than, the stillness of the night
The conflicts beside my being
To the struggles within my mind

Sometimes,
Nothing makes me feel more alive
Than, the tranquil soon to follow
Amid, the ambiance of starlight
Where irrelevant, the whole world is
Simply out of sight

Sometimes, 
I long to hold forever 
The now, midnight hours which I own
To savor mere moments free
Where my thoughts, begin to surface 
From up, out of deepest, darkest keep

But, always conscious dreams must also sleep
As they shy in sunrise among another quiet
Where washing slumbers seep
Unfolding, to its rival, my alter life
In nexus of a day's arrival
Surrendering, giving blackout its reprieve


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Compassions Goal

It is impossible to please........................................................................EVERYONE
like a Queen bee fat and almost legless trying to hold together her world she...DOES
not see for she can not move freely and her mind does................................NOT
focus on the abundant need of each to....................................................HAVE
for the many need sustenance................................................................TO
thrive, feeling the plight of.....................................................................LIKE
beings whose each task, small or large, deserve the same respect as do.........YOU


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Vanity

He sits on her bed, the one where he held her,
And thinks of the emptiness left in the sheets…
Subtle impressions that linger there still,
Cold now.

The pillow shows traces of sleepy caresses,
Errant hairs cling to flannel and cotton,
Forgotten that morning in haste for the door,
Closed now.

Books line the shelves on the desk and the dresser
Lined up like soldiers awaiting command.
Standing in front of them, many framed pictures,
Old now.

Photos of sister and brother and mother
Moments with lovers who left her to die.
Crying, he wonders why his face is absent,
Gone now.

Suddenly laughing, he stares in the mirror,
Seeing the vanity barely contained…
Framed for a moment within his reflection,
Clear now.

Standing, he straightens the sheets where he rested
Smoothing the soft cotton sheets with his fingers
Lingering one final moment, then leaving,
Gone now.


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If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.


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My Baby

A gift like no other gift, 
one that can't be bought
a precious human being, 
deserving the right to live
to exist as we all do, 
but sometimes it just doesn't
happen that way,

A baby of no harm, 
a baby of no sins
a baby of pure love, 
and only innocence

Tender moments, 
carrying wishes
disappointments, 
everyday misses

Sitting there all alone, 
even though 
I was surrounded,
by others

While wondering, 
why it may be
that I am made to suffer,

Wanting nothing more,
but to die
inside and out,

Things happen for a reason,
so I was taught
I'll never know the reason,
but I'll always feel the loss

The loss of my child,
my baby was taken
away from me,
and there is no reason

I constantly ask myself,
why did this happen?
what did I do wrong?

I asked God to save my baby,
to protect us both
I remain here,
but my baby is gone

It seems as if, my whole world,
just fell apart
and all I could do,
was sit back and watch it happen

I found myself, 
feeling lonely
needing someone, 
anyone to hold me

All I could do was cry,
I had to cry, for the sake of myself
for the sake of my baby,
for the sake of my heart
I had to weep

I cried and cried aloud,
hoping to be heard
please father, 
I'll do whatever you want
you have my word,
just please save my baby

I bled so much, 
had so much pain
denied to myself, 
everything would be okay

Crying and pleading,
praying and weeping
became an everyday routine,
it was so hard to believe
this was happening to me,

It's not over yet,
it never will be
everyday and every night,
it's in my memory...










(March 1998)
My sweet baby
you will always be with me...


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The Battle With Depression

There are days I lose this battle with depression
Mental anguish like a demon possession
It sets in like a shadow of sin over me
Consuming all my physical energy!
I often wonder if suicide is my only answer
Emotional strain inside eating me alive, like cancer
So tired of picking myself up off my knees
Time seems to be ticking for this mental disease
Oh God! Wake me; restore the very core of my soul!
Take me before I self-destruct and lose control
I’m not getting much stronger, and I’m not sure I can make the climb
How much longer? Because it’s apparent, I’m out of time!
Staring at this chrome 38 in my hand
It’s almost too late, I pray my daughters understand
I put the barrel to my temple, closing my eyes,
And just for a fraction of a second I fantasize
There is a funeral and I see my daughters’ disappointment
I visualize my soul engulfed in flames, so much torment
I come back to reality setting in
Lowering the pistol I can’t allow this to be my end
I get up of the couch and open the curtain hung at the window
I have an uncontrollable urge to get out of this studio
I need a breath of fresh air and this was the only way
Escaping this emotional warfare-to survive another day
This entry is from my diary-a bit of a confession
It is a constant battle with my depression!!!!


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Origami Stars

* A wind came along to carry the pieces of who we used to be... Circling and settling, folding over and over again, until the shape of something new, was never far Origami stars, one sun, one moon, one world Where outside, looking in, eyes can't see where we connect; Built of rock, feather soft. A place of light, on darkest night Never will we understand the shifts and strains of wayward winds that whirl, and rattle and open fate's own door The knowing why is not what counts, what matters deeply more... is when I reach my hand to touch this vaporous thing... it is too impossible to define Mortal words cannot explain, .......... nothing to see, nothing to touch, just the faint breath of us A truth, not myth....that final sleep cannot erase.... So sure this breath of life we share is reason enough, that we are here
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Waiting For A Miracle

I listen to the whispers
I hear a dozen lies
People cry out loudly
Friends say goodbye
In spite of all that's come and gone
I don't know what to say
I'm praying for a miracle
Each and every day
My emptiness is troubling
My sadness is unkind
In dire desperation
I begin to cry
The Lord is standing by me
My friends are on my side
I'm waiting for a miracle
I haven't got much time
I pray for understanding
I cry alone now too
I wait for the answers
Then I'll know what to do


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Condemned And Judged

Condemned And Judged

Why is it so hard to say what I am feeling?
Others decides what I can say
What I can do
Who I am
My life is not up to me
I am condemned for my thoughts
Judged for my ideas
Ideas that have to remain unspoken
Not allowed to express myself I stagnate
Thoughts and words rot in their own Hell
Dark and black
The stench of dying thoughts fills the air with a grey-green mist
Even in poetry I am scrutinized
Judged by others who do not know me
The poetry is too dark
That poem is too light hearted
Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
I wonder who they are.
What gives them the right to voice their opinion?
I don’t know
I may never know
I hate them and what they have done
But there is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say to free me from them
So I will wait
I will fester and I will stagnate
Rotting in a world of drab grey
Until I can be free and express myself
And in that moment I will be happy


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I Knew

There was a moment when
I knew.  
I knew when you played me 
The Proclaimers.
When you woke in terror, 
pacing and pale,
I knew.
When I fell asleep, and felt 
your hand on mine, 
I knew.
It was when I saw your pain, and
saw your heart begin to heal.
I knew when you sent me an email saying,
“I missed  you at the party.”
I knew when you spoke softly,
revealing regrets, doubts, and
hopes. 
When I saw the look of shock on your face
as the kite string slipped from your fingers,
I knew.
When you smiled at your daughter,
I knew.
You shared a poem with me,
and I knew. 
From the first moment I saw you,
I knew. 
I knew that I loved you in all your aspects,
and knew that I’d cherish every moment
we share together. 
I knew that my love for you 
would be renewed in each moment,
and that I’d discover the depth and breadth of you
every day, anew.  
I knew.


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More Than A Dream

Written in honor of Black History Month-February 2010-


I have a dream……
	That there will be no more labels of “Black” or “White”
	That people will come home to their families and relax at night
I have a dream……
	That no one will second guess, because of my skin color, my character 
	That I will never in my life hear the words, “Nigger” or “Cracker"
I have a dream……
	That should I marry a black woman it will be totally acceptable in society
	That people of all races would not be judged by their tastes in variety
I have a dream…….
	That if I have a bi-racial child he or she will be accepted by their peers
	That they’ll be given an equal chance to pursue their choice of careers
I have a dream…….
	That more leaders, like Dr. Martin Luther King will be raised
	That the tragedy of his death would be erased
I have a dream…….
	That all races will stand hand-in-hand, until the “Twelfth of Never”
	That people in the world would become color- blind, forever
I have a dream……
	But….this is more than a dream to me
	I pray that I may awake and find these things have become reality!!!


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kaleidoscope

through a tiny lens
held firmly with hands
eyes gaze in awe..

with a simple twist
colours explode harmoniously
bright, sparkling,blinding..

the colours are stunning
so vivid, so alive
with truth as in life..

this ever changing vision
is but broken glass shards
not whole, not complete..

simple, plain, tiny pieces
they don't fit, they don't belong
different shades, different sizes..

fragmented, swirling on command
no direction,they stop; at one's touch
and through this seemingly disconnect..

therin lies their beauty
for these tiny glistening pieces
imperfect jewel tone shades, dance; together..

revealing the essence of life,
humanity and all who breathe
for they gloriously join; naturally..

to inspire joy, excitement, wonderment
the green piece could be a used wine bottle
tiny violet piece from a castaway vase..

regardless of their origin
these magnificant, illuminating pieces
unite as one and magically dance..

with truth as in life
beauty is as beauty does
fusing together, naturally, effortlessly..

kaleidoscope..

broken shards now glistening jewels
the spirit of every man, woman and child
is part of this most magical creation..

for every size, shape and gorgeous hue
is us; in every race, age & size
coming together, to create, to inspire..

tunnel vision seamlessly vanishes
as eyes are opened; captivated
at the wonderment, joy and harmony of..

becoming one; beautifully and with faith..

kaleidoscope.


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Reflection

Do you like me for my form
And my cosmetic moments
With their conceits and affectations,
Bejewelled with glittering gewgaws,
Hinting at the scents of summer,
All show but no substance,
Holding back the acrid stench of death?
For you ,my beauty is but word deep.

Perhaps you see in me your soulmate,
Reflecting what you inwardly believe,
Allowing you to remain in your comfort zone,
Safe from all challenge
And the barbs of pointed criticism.
Secure your world stands
As long as you do not look behind
Or beyond horizons that hold you bound.

Or are you just a voyeur
Sailing on the seas of sensation
Living your life vicariously
To avoid precariously
What you dare not,
Rather like the lady of Shalott,
Reading life through someone else's mirror
To save your soul?

Maybe you do look deeper
To see where we differ.
Confident in your own skin
You are ready for new terrain,
Awkward and stumbling though that may be.
You look before you leap
But forge fearlessly forward,
Willing to face all that lies ahead.

Be all that as it may,
I am but a poor poem,
Taking my existence 
from you, the reader.
That is my fate.
Begotten,not made,ugly by my creator,
Accepting myself for what I am,
Yet I am fully at your disposal or neglect.


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Converging Daydreams

The laughter of a thousand years,
The tears of a thousand waterfalls,
Converge and reflect,
Rainbows of seven colors,
Raining on a misty morning,
only puddles in the street,
You sit by a warm fire,
Guessing when the rain will stop,
Building daydreams as you look outside,
Everything will bloom soon,
Violets will grow,
Catching butterflies,
Watching them fly away,
Swimming in cool blue streams,
Feeling the suns' warmth,
The daydreams of a thousand years,
Combined in one as I look outside,
The rain drawing out my soul,
Until I feel empty watching you,
You seem far away,
A blank yet peaceful face,
The rainbow emerges,
Far beyond our full sight,
The rain stops,
You still sit,
Beside a warm fire,
Reflecting on daydreams,
Past.


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Closer

We cling to things,
weighing ourselves down with them,
defining ourselves with them, 
and forgetting that our essential selves
are not bound by 
history,
experience,
or our emotional responses to them.

Releasing these attachments,
we float like a balloon, 
rising ever closer to
the divine.


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Mom's attempt at the Garden of Eden

1.
Mom 
kept the  perch 
we caught in a bucket.

And when we took them home
She would clean and place them
In our twenty gallon tank
Where they bobbed in stunned silence
Eyes watching for any white movement.

Nobody cared
when they committed fishicide 
on their domesticated tank-mates.

Even the little beta fish
Who had survived our six day pilgrimage from Florida, to find Mecca
was a cool whip container.

2.
Whenever we had guests for dinner,

Mom swooned they
were the smartest fish she had ever seen.

She bestowed upon them names - Jed and Lucy
tapping at the glass 
with one extended finger,
feeding them fish flakes,
like  porpoises fed from the teeth of a trainer in Ocean World

“You can’t keep perch in a fish tank”
the guests would say,
but
they lived for two years
bobbing and staring
in the vacant tank space.

 3.
One crisp winter morning
Jed finished his breakfast of gold fish flakes,  took one
last gulp of slimy tank
water 
then hurled
himself off of glass
walls.
It went 
over and over, 
so hard
I almost thought
the glass would crack.

4.
Lucy 
sat quietly and watched 
him.

She too died a few days later
like aged soulmates
who often cease
to be after their amor
dies.

When someone left the lid open, 
she plunged
her blue green skin shimmered
as she laid 
making fish O’s in the dry air..

I often wonder
if the air that morning
smelled
like an ice floe
to a better place
somewhere Jed waited
with our beta and our angel fish
a place of worms, kelp 
and dragonflies.

4.
Mom 
emptied the tank of the murky filtered water.

Rinsed the ultra neon yellow fish gravel,
and placed the fake plants on a sponge.
Separating  air filter, from pump 
from clear plastic tubing
and put to rest
in a brown cardboard box..

She did it without a word.





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The Loss Of Imagination

When did things change?
When did we stop imagining?
When we were young we believed in dragons, witches, gnomes and trolls
Nights were spent under a blanket
We read of princesses and heroes
In our mind we were there
We helped free the woman in danger
We slew the dragons
But we knew they would come back the next night
Always wanting another fight
Witches cast their spells on us
Somehow we knew that we changed
No one ever noticed, but we knew
That spell written in the book was meant for us
But in the morning we were the same.
We walked through the woods
Every bridge had creaks and groans
We knew that a troll was beneath waiting to jump
But we always made it to the other side
Safe for now, or at least until we walked home.
When did we lose that life?
When did we stop imagining?
Maybe it was part of growing up?
We don't want to think that Sleeping Beauty and Snow White may be real
Maybe, just maybe, we are their fairy tale.


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Eyes of Innocence

I look into his soft blue eyes
And see the face of two before him
The sweet innocence and wonder
Of all that the world possesses

For in him lies the possible
Those things that escaped before
As our time is too short
To experience all the beauty before us

His smile and giggle so enchants
Free of the worldly weights to come
Unencumbered by life’s many roads
Choosing all rather than some

Such possibilities await this one
As with the two before him
Which ones will he choose 
What path shall he take

But not today, for time seems endless
For now, to explore all he sees
When joy is the only decision
And beauty in everything abounds


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Why does the will i am hate Mr Jones?

Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had 
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something 
they need to see in themselves?
Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand
was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for
leaving you to ask who i am?

Whats the will I am saying?
as he steals my spotlight
leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck
sure im no hippy sniffing daisies
pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex
with a picket sign saying peace please

Is it because im gay?
Is it because im spiritual?
do we have penis envy?
Have you read the lists?
are you going to pay the tithe?
and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments
please please
don't think twice

the murder of crows circling
cawing in the blood moon sky
November rains down on this wedding day
and I am forever by your side
why does my will
the will i am hate me?
is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger
an itch below the waste
why must everyone pull eachother down
back into the boiling pot
like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race
to lose it all
then fall
and sing and
sway and praise
and humm such blasphemous amazing grace
of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes

oh sweet sugar coatings
and icing on the cake
The will iam
I wonder counting crows
a famous last name with me
Mr jones
why do you hate the will I am

Is it because i read tarot cards?
is it because i'm gay?
is it because i'm amongst favorites?
is it because im controversial?
is it because you have nothing to say?

but who am i flamethrower
i sit here a hack
with a curse gor the harpie you are
and a smile upon my face
i throw this effortless nothing
and never look back

the stone falls into the pool of the abyss
oh will i am
mr jones
why do you loathe what you dont understand?


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Echoes of Yesterdays.

Those walls of my captured annals falling
By steel leviathans devouring my solitude
Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure
No longer is a mans home his palace

Histories cowboys are the future’s vagabonds
Their ranges of ranches a dying lot
Borders now shrinking as the rooms collapse
Giving into the fear of the outside world

No one is really who they appear to be
Stowing and stealing all for a free ride
The trust in humanity a long extinct idealism
Falling in flames from the final battles bullet

Yesterday’s judgment is the hope of tomorrow
If the sun may ascend to the songbirds cry
No promises of integrity to hold onto justice
While the carrions crawl the balances edge

Holding within that which disaster has taught
Building upon the hangman’s piety
To breathe for a moment the sweet water of utopia
With every falling grain of the hourglass

…Time slows in the winds of obscurity

				


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No Longer the Victim

Standing outside of myself
Looking inward
I did not like what I had become
Weak and shriveled by poverty
Smaller in faith and love
I walked in the shadows of the next sin 
In the darkness of disgrace
Giving all of myself for nothing
Giving nothing for myself
Looking back through years of pain
I hung my head in shame
For at that moment I knew I was to blame
No longer could I be the victim
I must find the strength to fight this demon
I stood firmly yet fearful of defeat
I had to win this war
I gathered my troops and marched forward into battle
My head held high
My soul determined
I armed myself with courage, strength, and desire
Spirit was my leader
Truth and light my guide on a path of wholeness
Freedom from depression, poverty, drugs, alcohol, and lust
Escape from sin
Forgiveness was the key
Forgiveness from Spirit
Forgiveness from me
No longer am I a slave in the chains that once bound me
I am now a woman of power
Power in myself and my faith
Power in Spirit
Forgiving myself for my past 
Allowing it to drift off in the distance
No longer am I the victim
No longer must I hide in shame
Capturing every moment of happiness
Living a life of peace, light, and love


*inspired by Michael Jordan’s “Let’s Get Untwisted” contest


Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend


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God's 3 perfect lives

god has 3 perfect lives
and he lives them simultaneously
arent you fathoming the power of god?

One of them is a gullible god
and he walks around not knowing he is a gullible god
and he will have conversations with you
and like a genie where you dont know you are making a wish you are

i feel oceans and worlds apart from my husband but forever will be gay
but an everlasting nightmare it remains
and then the next thing you kno wyou are the victom

One of them is a prophet 
god surprising god
and everytime he does he regains his throne
and the only way to stop him
from regaining his throne
is to put him in his little bubble of ignorance
a world that isnt true and let him lead
see if he can see the truth and fool you all

The third god is the god that everyone murders
by slapping their elbow armpit and saying debbie does dishes
but keep in mind there is a curse to this perfect life
for god will live every single life from the beginning to the end of time
and be voted in and out of murder as you slap your inner elbows
and you never know when god is walking in your shoes 
for the other gods have a time machine for this wish to be true
and satan the code name for the murderer as everyone alive gets a turn
to kill their nightmare or dream come true and defeat their enemy
since the beginning of time every writer every prophet every poet
has been predicting this crime scene for death to avenge
and then welcome everyone to eternity
as we all become different crime scenes of a matrix to keep us living
happily ever after escaping our nightmares
and living our dreams

it just takes time
so keep on dreaming
and eventually with gods puzzle of angels and demons and 3 gods and other 
worlds i'll be back and slide to help you
just keep believing!


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fake smiles and lies

I have tried,
For months I have tried,
to let  go of your haunting memory.
I can’t.
Behind every fake smile I give,
I blindly hope I give an aura,
of being happy.
I am not.
I fall asleep at night,
only to find you haunting my dreams.
The life I wanted to have,
the love I needed,
it’s all slipping so far away.
I heard about you and her.
I was engulfed with sadness.
I was supposed to be me,
not her.
There is no one to blame,
no one to accept this burden.
I bury  it deep inside,
hidden  behind,
fake smiles,
and  lies.


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Indifference

Through the silence...time seeps in small steps
Another morning wakes with gentle glory
It casts a flush of green from the waiting day
Around me, and everywhere I look
Time slipping, sliding, close upon the slopes
With mists from the mountainside, 
And chanting comes from valleys deep
Echoes of time casting shadows
A vast world of uncaring clocks
Who see me with no regard in the scheme of things
While minutes tick my life away
A clock so indifferent, without hesitation, 
Carries on with not a care
If I'm here, or if I'm gone
Continues on, with pure conviction


_________________________
For PD's Contest: #3


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Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Travelling through the thickets, swamps and forests
The trail you walk takes you through an unseen world
Massive trees shade the rocky trail
Trees born of recent fires reach for the sun 
Others older as your country itself shade their offspring
Ferns reach their fronds reach out searching the moist air
Dew left by the cool nights sparkle like diamonds even in the shade
Moss covers the rocks where springs flow from the ground
Springs of water made pure by grey, cold limestone
Animals of every kind hide in the dense thicket
Fearfully watching your every move
Few people care to see what you are seeing
The beauty of everything nature has ever created
Beauty to be left alone by those who wish to destroy it
Those who wish to make every forest a hotel
Those who wish to cut down trees to make paper
And those who just hate anything left in its natural state
Thickets, swamps and forests are like beautiful women
To be loved, caressed and cherished
Allowed to grow in their own ways and not be shackled
Love the wild world the way you would a woman
In all her beauty she will return the favor and be there for you
More beautiful and gracious year after year
That is Mother Nature’s promise to all who care about her child
If only we could answer her
Protecting the thickets, swamps and forests
The world would be a better place


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Rain Whispers

   Rain Whispers

Tender and fragrant
the tiny drops of rain feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face
the roar of the tide, somehow dimmed
as the rain on the beach whispers

Walking through the mists of an early morning fog
delicate wisps of icy tendrils lace between my ankles
the sand gives way to my footsteps
the ocean washes them away
all thoughts wash out to sea
feeling small, peaceful...free

tender and fragrant
the tiny drops feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face...
and the rain.....whispers


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guaranteed money back...

Stuck.  Glued.  Skewed.
devoted to devotion
dedicated to dancing
on a string

threw away the safety net
to take the chance on
just
once
more

give me a reason
to be here


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Always, Almost, Here

Carve the face of the sleeping moon in a 
Pebble of bone and set it in silver,
Adorn another finger.
I see his soft, peaking profile when my
Hand lies where you should be.
An inward smile unfolds inside me and
Gently calls my eyes to close so I can
Imagine you, here, for a while.
Beneath my palm, the pillow is the
Velvet curve of the back of your head,
And the cold blue wall is the bricks of
Your back, where my kisses would fall
Between your blades.
I could lose a whole week to the sound
Of your laughter, that iridescent song which
Lingers in my hair like a perfume or spice.
I tell my ears I can hear the lyrical
Tide of your breathing, and I long to be
Drifting on those languid waves which
Soothe the shore.
I'm sure your love which lives in me
Recalls the very essence of you, mirrors
Each facet, so you're
Always,
Almost,
Here
When I put my mind to it.


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I Went into an Unlocked Room



              I went into an unlocked room
              And found all the friends I had lost-
              Some had died, some had just moved,
              Some just no longer cared.

              My lover showed up, and knocked 
              on the door, but I couldn't let her in.
              The door seemed locked, or jammed; perhaps
              My arms had just grown too thin

             To open the door and truly allow
             My lover to fully come in.


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Sleep Talking

In a shadow box, by the bed
another diorama took shape,
form, function
while she slept.
The whole house quiet with the ever tick tock.
Paper snow flakes in the process of falling
to a cardboard lake, frozen fast in brown fuzz and blue paint
Purple velvet ribbons in sweet white glue
an aurora borealis gone still
and two silver sequins
befitting two moons
blown in from her window sill
White tissue moths eating holes in the back
letting light in to the pin prick of stars
and deep in the corner,
the farthest flung corner
a secret on the dream lips to slip...
to be flown to the feather of whispers-


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the key

Shapely and sturdy
with ridges 
to explore..

The texture is 
smooth
and lovingly 
adored..

A priceless gift 
which can 
only be bestowed..

By a thought 
a moment
of pure 
heavenly bliss..

So with this key
that unlocks
for only a rare few..

May you find
upon entering
this..

sacred..

glorious..

place..

Your key
fits 
perfectly..

In your
own
precious gate.


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Arjuna Meets Krishna

On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos

No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions

Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us 
Untidy chaos intervenes

Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war

To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one

Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly

It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.


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A Poem, The Poet

This pen writes not a story, 
but a life upon a page; its glory. 
Love for the writing; the heart,
thumping, beat after beat, never apart.
Conceived of bones, the ash; this pen, 
to ink bleeding veins, attached. 
A cut, this scrap; of emotions peeled. 
The scaring tissue; with Soul is healed. 
Lightning arcs through nerve endings' link;
Dreams are sparks. Thoughts, the ink.
Not a story, but a life and a pen.
For this is a poet, his poem with no end.


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Beautiful Oblivion

Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean. 
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)

Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill puddles,
and wait for the beautiful oblivion to take its toll.
Somewhere inside you know things will never be the same again,
but that's okay with you, sickening as it seems.
(you want to float away into seaweed forests and play fetch with the big, bad wolf.)

Dream of living a full, happy life
while you tear your world apart.
Sell your body to those dark, dank demons in your cerebrum,
whimpering and wondering deep into the night. 
(praying for a chance to show your worth while you still exist.)

Sink low beneath the foaming sea,
wring out your hands and paint your thighs with scarlet letters.
Let the wolves lap the salmonella from your fingertips
and wrap yourself in red - lay face down in the snow, don't breathe too deeply:
(someone dances in snowflakes nearby.)

Watch the thin, blank dusk
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wish for brazen arms and a warm crook of the neck to rest in.
Hug yourself beneath the covers and silently cry; you know now...
(no one wants to comfort a girl who craves suffering.)

You will never be what anyone wants. 


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Castles....

I reach 
through the sand...
        empty handed...
It shifts and sifts
to blow away in wind..

Lost...
as tears are shed
watching walls
     that fumble
          and tumble
                   and fall

Still, I reach....
       empty handed....
attempting to erect
          a castle....
that still finds the sea
     washed away.....
 in salt waves
       and blue.....

Such brilliant blue
that shines deceiving
false light that blinds
upon these eyes.....

I reach again, and again
empty...vacant longings
across this vast land
          
             t
              r
                 i
              c
          k
             l 
               e 

through my hand....

Building again....
       trying to find....
         seeking to hide...
             hoping to shine.....

Seashores tire....

Walls and walls
that tumble and fall....


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Me

I have the me the world sees
I have the me that you see
I have the me that He sees
And then there's the me that only I can see
I hate one of them
Love one of them
Lie to one of them
And torture one of them.
It's ****ing confusing


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Talking to Empty Cubicles

At 
gray fabric offices,
cubicles divide us—
turn us into
refuges
with mock privacy,
as overheard conversations
drip from lips
endlessly smacking.

Sometimes
it seems insanity
squared—
nothingness 
randomly speaking
in tongues
to cubicles
with no one there.

We 
thumb tack
individuality
loosely
to coarse fabrics—
arms stretched out
from wall to wall,
as mouths open
to mirrored
silences 
we never 
scream.


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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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27 Names 4 Tears

You are like a thousand drugs
The absence of you makes me want to
Kill what I feel
Not because of your warmth but because
My heart is so cold
Maybe someday we'll learn to make relationships last
Maybe someday we'll learn to forget our past
And we'll learn to control without poisons

What exactly did I write you
Bringing this out into the open of all times
Naked
Made me throw it all way
Broken
And everything happened this way
Worst mistake that it happened this way
Everything seemed so perfect
Just for the record
Drugs or something
Made it seem like one makeout session
And of course it hadn't even started yet
So hard not to laugh out loud
Picking this up with you
Are you hiding in cult practices
New job printing dragonflies on your back
Almost serious suicide
Stepping inside me and changing everything that I am
We'll have all of the mind-blowing sex
You'll change struck by lightening
I've been here before
So leave quietly before we become something more

Maybe someday we'll learn to renew our past
And someday we could put some relationships last
So we'll learn obedience without the choke collar
After all you've done for me


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Rain

If only we could do it all again,...

       Drive down Highway 1,
                                on that day in the rain...

    Stop and have lunch at the small cafe,...
           shake off our wet jackets, eat our chowder,
                                                           warm ourselves....

    Stare out the foggy windows,...
             watching the tourists running for shelter,....
  
   I would smile more, 
       not complain that our day had been spoiled by the rain....

             Instead, I would rejoice, and be glad
                   to have spent such a fine day with you


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Azure

The snow capped mountain
Seems to rise up out of the azure lake
That is surrounded by a multitude 
Unnumerable wildflowers of all hues

As I look at my reflection in the azure
Waters of the this beautiful lake
I see myself for who is reflected there
As God looks into my heart, he sees truth


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Listen

Listen
To the wind
You think it speaks to you
Just as you think He does
The grand coincidence
The fortunate few
Not me but the yous
Hold on to the wind
Its vapor cradle
Will only carry you
To familiar places
When I listen
I hear spaces


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I'm Still Here

I wanted,
to touch you in a way
that melts your soul,
but you pulled away

I wanted,
to be your shelter
to protect you from the storm,
but you invited the rain

I wanted, 
to be your desire, all your
fantasies untold,
but you allowed yourself to stray

I wanted, 
to be your protector
to keep you safe from harm,
but you pushed me aside

I wanted,
to be all that you've 
been looking for
but you never unlocked the door

I wanted,
to make you see, you can be anything
you want to be,
but you just couldn't hear me

I wanted,
to pick you up and carry you through
all the struggles and all the pain
but you laughed at the thought

I wanted,
to show you that I'm stronger than you think
but you closed your eyes

I wanted,
to provide anything that you needed
but you denied me once again,

I wanted,
to talk to you about the future we could hold
but you turned on the radio,
to try to tune me out

I wanted,
to love you with such a passion
so fierce and so true,
but you said with so much anger
I deserve better than you,

I wanted,
to make you see what I see 
when I'm looking at you,
but you broke the mirror
what can I do?

I wanted,
to write you a beautiful love letter
but the words wouldn't rhyme and it,
wouldn't touch you the way I'd want it to

I wanted,
to sing you a song that would make you
cry inside yourself but you wouldn't listen,
because the wall you've built around yourself
is almost impossible to climb,
I'd like to try...


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To the Masks we wear and see

To the Masks we Wear all Mortals beware
We all hide what we are from all sight
Why do we stay in fright?
Aren't we proud of what we are
Or do we fear who we are from afar
Do we wear our Masks, not only to hide
by to save our own hide

Who themselves have stared within?
And seen the beast that dwells with pride and delight
If we don't admit to its existence, 
does that not remove its power?
Or by hiding do we empower our own beasts with that of fear
Out of all, who can claim to see their inner beasts?
I've seen, 
I've confronted the beast,
And all that is left now, is My Mask
The Mask that is me, not the beast, not what people want me to be
Me, little old me, the truest of all beasts and demon
The Mask of blighted light that I can without doubt claim, is me

So, do I wear a mask, or do you put the mask on me?
Next time you stare at someone, remember,
Their not the only ones who put the mask over your eyes

First poem ever on here, so hope it goes well  LOL


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Tide

Must be so far
'Cause I can't see the end
Here's hoping
Here's to all who never cared

I said I'd serve you until the end
Not so hard to understand
But you have killed the moment
Left me here for dead

Coming too fast
'Cause I can see the end
Here's hoping
You take time forget

I said I'd serve you until the end
Not so hard to understand
But you have killed the moment
Left me here for dead

Coming too late
'Cause I have passed the end
Here's hoping
You let go of all regrets

In comes the tide
To wash your life away
Here's hoping
That you're on solid ground


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The Angels Cry

Dark the shadow, moving among us as a thief,
Deftly slipping its thin, spiny fingers 
Deep into those hearts not yet strong
Tugging almost effortlessly at the soul within
That knows not, the light, the bright salvation.

For only a small step towards the shining star
Would summon the angels to battle,
Fierce, cunning, strong, they fly to their call.
But, alas, though a small step,  a deep, endless chasm
For one so lost, so tortured...so alone.

The others watch yet do nothing to stop
The growing vastness of nothing, 
Suckling all life, all hope from where it feeds
So simply, with hardly a protest or fight, not even a whimper;
Only abandon and sadness, regret and loss.

Yet in the distance a soft and gentle song trumpets in the wind,
Calling back the lost and weary souls forgotten,
Calling them all back, aching for their pains and sorrows,
Offering a choice if only they would hear.
Closer and brighter, chasing shadow back into the night.

The endless battle surely bringing victory to one
Yet, we watch and do nothing, and the angels cry out
Their frustrations and despair, and with prayers that man will take
That step of faith, opening their hearts as all who hunger for the light,
May find salvation and end the nothingness that grows.



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Homelessness, Taoistically Speaking

Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and parkbenches.
They carry on, in love with the sun,
Spreading their arms to embrace the sky
Season upon season;
The children skip over their roots 
And lovers loll beneath their boughs,
Their shade relieves the weary,
Their age comforts the old.
No carpenter's ambition
Will ever reach their wondrous hearts
And, perforce, transform them.

When they kick you, unwanted 
Out of the hospital psych ward,
Your illness not important because you've done 
Nothing to make the newspapers,
You can wander like a prophet, complete in yourself
Living your truths without needing an apologist.
And so it is with those we look away from,
The odd shapes among us who don't fit our spaces.

There's more to be seen by looking between things
Than can be found by looking straight at them;
The unshaped space around us speaks with an incessant tongue
Interpretable only by the spirit.

So if you really want to slip the blindfold for a change
And see the ones hovering around the fringes,
Start by studying their shadows,
And if they should deign to speak,
Listen with your eyes,
And if you want to feel them,
Reach deep inside yourself and rub the sore spots
You spend the day denying.

Reflection sustains reality
Like dewdrops on a leaf.
Try to understand this like a lesson and you'll fail,
But accept it without judgement
And it comes to you.
No man finds more truth than he who looks for nothing;
This is writ upon the bark of twisted trees.
Read it, then know what wisdom is.


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Forever

sleeps not coming on a night like this
when every thing's quiet
and the thoughts rush in
like tears at that moment
of truth and revelation
when you realize that all that you love
and searched for above
has been here all along
and it's all you can do to laugh and choke back tears
when you figure out
that forever has got brown hair
and a knife for a smile
and she's been here all the while

my forever has been here all the while


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Somewhere Between the Lines and your Soul

So tired is my soul this eve,
and my heart hangs heavy within me,
I've finally purged to the paper,
the words I've needed to
for so long,
although a release,
a strange sort of relief,
I grieve too
for meanings lost
somewhere between the lines
and your soul.
My intentions so deep,
I drowned myself beneath them.
Yet finally,
after purging my angst,
I shall rise to the surface,
and live freely once again.


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Consider This

Have you considered the one at your side?

He who holds your hand in a dark theater
shares his popcorn
pushes the cart in the grocery store
changes the oil

snores when exhausted
plans for retirement
does the dishes when you cook
loves it when you invite him to shower
with you

hugs you when you don’t understand
why you’re crying
He doesn’t know either, but knows
from experience, that it works
and that he needs to just shut up and rub
your head

The one who warms your side of
the bed
when you arrive at a running leap
sans panties

The one who vacuums, not to your standards,
but in an effort to help out
so he can spend some time with you

Consider life without.

Is that what you want?
Because there are others who would
treasure him.


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Moments Of Life.

The morning mists falling from Snapdragon eyes
Standing on high peaks viewing the verve of diversity
Starlit nights viewing the galactic milieu painted above
The promise once made now viewed after the rainstorm…
In these moments I see the Almighty

The bellow of anguish in the tears of the children
A racking widow held up as she faces her spouse’s sepulcher 
Victims calling to God in the smoldering ruins of a battle
Helpless and lost ones asleep on heating grates in December...
In these moments suffering is all too real

Arizona’s painted desert at the moment of dusk’s zenith
The Atlantics glass rolling waves on the shores of Cape Ann
My daughters absolute trust as she sleeps upon my chest
The Rocky Mountain winds hushing the Ponderosa Pines…
In these moments I sense true peace

When “I Love You” first looked at me with untainted eyes
The moment I heard my child’s voice for the first time
That first springtime morning awakened by soft Popinjay rhythm
The roar of the crowd during a spring training game…
In these moments I find the Joy of living

Searching my life I put these puzzle pieces together…
Only to find these moments define the man I’ve become


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Anxiety

anxiety showing through;
bated breath and tired sighs
all the same
today and tomorrow...
just crude forgeries of yesterday
nothing changes
every exhalation breathing out
another piece of our monotony ridden souls

pressure
strife
choking me, constricting my lungs
as if even the air is now my enemy
blowing and pushing me in directions
that I'd sworn never to take

anxiety showing through


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Advice

Believe in yourself
Know your spirit 
Know you are divine 
Know you bear the burden 
In learning to believe in yourself
Beware of darkness in others
Evil can capture your pride 
Evil can rearrange your thoughts
Evil behind a mask shall always hide
Learn to put good thoughts in your mind
Learn to forgive yourself
Learn to trust your instinct
Feel your gut inside your spirit
Feel for those who have no choice
Feel your heartmind free of burdens
Friends help shield the vicissitudes of life
Toss trepidation and fear aside 
Toss false pride
Toss all your thoughts unkind
Know your life is a timeless ride
Believe in yourself~




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Chaos

We are the world which we create, our thoughts are many, 
our ideas and actions are brought forward from our intent, 
our concepts to progress only help in separating us from our selves further. 
We are the masters of our own illusions and we are the victims to our own 
devices creating our desires yet fooled by our own ego to perceive its realism. 
We are more than what we appear to be but our concepts, perceptions and 
beliefs play host to our own deceptions as we choose to fool others in turn we 
fool ourselves and yet we are none the wiser.



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Spaces Between

We kiss with eyes and touch with words,
And yet I can feel your hand in mine.
I watch you from a distance,
And yet you're closer than anyone has ever been. 

We speak in tongues and laugh inside,
Because your thoughts are just like mine.
I feel you know me better
Than any other person has ever done.

We live in hiding and hide it well,
I see your truth and you see mine.
You can have me forever,
Because I want to share myself with you.


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Nor' easter

The wind is break dancing with the trees. beating a rapper’s song. Limbs flail on the tarmac. Rain flies like sweat from corn rows across the expanse of asphalt. A barrage precipitates against the window pane with the rata-tat-tat of a machine gun’s bullets as the front passes.


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JOURNAL V - Gifted

JOURNAL V – Gifted

Nietzsche spoke of
superman, 
The higher evolved
The “overman”

As musician, when I
hear a child do
amazing
      musical things
It mystifies me,
takes me beyond
Into the hidden
Hidden in the veins
     or
Residing in mansions
spoken of by Jesus -
“In my Father’s
House are many
Mansions”

The practical man
will try to explain
it all away
The mystic will go
searching the
unknown      
But is it as simple
as childbirth, which
is a 
      God-gifted
miracle in itself?

A child suddenly
manifests that which
has been
      growing in one
of God’s Mansions
for
      uncountable
ages -
That which has come
to reside in him
A wonderful gift 



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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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Light Divine

Call me Freedom,
For that is my name,
Untamable, wild, 
Not bound by walls or bars

Call me Solitude,
For that is my name,
Quiet, serene,
Comfortable in myself and me

Call me Friend,
For that is my name,
Loyal, trusting,
A shoulder for you to cry on

Call me Scholar,
For that is my name,
Studious, hard working,
Trying to reach the stars

Call me Daughter,
For that is my name,
Respectful, responsible,
You don't have to tell me twice

Call me Philosopher,
For that is my name,
Free-thinking, nonconformist
I reside outside the box

Call me Damaged,
For that is my name,
Broken, beaten,
But I still walk on my own two feet

Call me Artist,
For that is my name,
Creative, unique,
A blank paper is all I need

Call me Child,
For that is my name,
Young, inexperienced,
The world a dangerous place

Call me Warrior,
For that is my name,
Strong, unrelenting,
Limits are no match for my will

Call me Anything,
Call me Everything,
I am Light Divine


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The Window

I’ve been staring out the window all night long
But I don’t know what it is I expect to see
Maybe I will see myself walking, happy,
Down the street, where I can cross to the other side
But the street is empty
And there’s nothing but the falling leaves
So I look back inside now
Where I try to forget
That the world outside is not so cold
And the emptiness inside me
Is the only feeling that I know
And I cry…

I’ve been living with the pain of a love gone wrong
When inside I know that love seems so damned right
So tell me that you just don’t love me, it’s better
Than saying that you love me
But we can’t put it back together
The shards that are so broken
You should know, I’d give anything
To have the chance to make you see
That I’m not the one who hurt you
Look at me, don’t you see who I am?
But the silence here is deafening
I know I must forget you
But don’t know why…

So I sit here by my window looking out
Watching life just pass me by while I sit alone
I look for something to move me, distraction
But all I see are falling leaves 
As they land and scatter
I know the breeze that blows
Because I feel it in my soul
And it’s cold and so unyielding
Blowing across the street 
So I cannot cross to the other side
Still, I keep looking
And I cry…


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My Promise on Our Wedding Day

It would seem that when we have gotten close to each other
So many obstacles have come before me
But as I tackle them slowly, one after the other
The ones after only seem to get harder
But my love... No matter how hard the...
Situation may be... I'll stay with you...
Now my babi... Don't worry about us...
Have faith! Because there isn't anything stronger than our love...

I'll never be pulled away from you!
Even apart, I am still with you
These's no way I'd survive without you
And together we'll always be 'cause I love you!

As I go through life, I only get wiser everyday
And I will pass this along soon enough
Though i may try to be tough, I can't seem to with you
Though I'm vulnarable, you take care of me
Now my love... I want to give to...
Our future children... What you've given me...
And my wife... I can see them just fine off...
I believe! Because there isn't anything stronger than our love...

I don't care what other people may say!
You and only you were meant for me
Now my life's complete because of you
And I know that I'll be fine with you!

I can never be pulled away from you!
No matter how hard our enemies may try!
Our love is like the purest light ever seen!
And just like the light, our love can't be defeated!!!


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dreams are just for dreaming

I slip on through the smoke screens
hitting just a little too close
night vision is a bonus
to help me see right through
no different from what I discovered
some things will never change
and I leave you like I found you
with nothing rearranged

I once passed you on the road
your thumb out, hitchin a ride
I was carrying a heavy load
construction made a difficult drive
no places on the shoulder
no pull off posted by sign
I stop in the middle of the street
getting ticketed for my time

dreams are just for dreaming
made up of hazy fantasies
real life is for real living
not framing in a picture frame
you take what He hands down
place it with all the rest
you do with it what you can
hoping that you safely land

so I stand on solid ground
as the world spins round and round
it is my competitive nature
that won't let me back down
I once took my best shot
got a ribbon for second place
but I was in the running
I accept my trophy with grace


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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, 
why are you so cruel, 
Why do you reflect such a figure, 
So sad and insecure. 
Mirror, Mirror, 
what do you need? 
What can I do, 
to make you happy? 
Sweet girl in the mirror, 
who reaches towards me, 
reaches out to touch me, 
but our fingers never meet. 
You smile when I smile, 
But I can see right through, 
I know your pain pretty girl, 
because I feel it too. 
Girl in the mirror, 
what makes you so sad? 
what drives your anger? 
and makes you so mad? 
Sweet girl in the mirror, 
how well you know me, 
I'm sorry that you will never know, 
what its like to be free. 


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Poa-tetry Soup (The Name Inspired)

Thoughts melt and distil under a green/blue flame,
Swirling down, separated out and mixed.
If you’ve seen it, it’s broken;
If you’ve heard it, it’s shredded;
If you’ve read it, it’s rewritten.
It's really quite unlikely to be fixed.

You’re cutting up holiday snaps
and pasting them onto card.
And you’re scrambling madly
to hide the mess on the floor
As your mum yells for cleanliness
From behind your bedroom door.
3001 puzzle pieces and you’re jamming them together,
No wonder your imagination is at the end of its tether.
You’ve got two pieces that are sun-kissed clouds
“What comes… what comes next?”
You’ve got two roots in the soil
“What comes… what comes next?”
Your mother is sitting in the hall
With a scarf tied round her neck,
Her back pressed up against the wall
As she deals the jigsaw deck.
3001 pieces in her hands,
Mixed with childhood drawings
And grains of sand.
She lays out seven in a line,
Which you place between the two and two.
“Oh, but that and that won’t rhyme!”
“Don’t you think that this one will just do?”
And your father’s disapproving in the kitchen,
“You don’t need no occult nonsense,
Or a system to order out your brain”
He just stands there “focussed”
Over a pot on a blue/green flame,
Subconsciously mumbling while stooped,
“Look here Son, look, I’m making poa-tery soup.”
But you would never tell him that,
Just like you’ll never be finished, ever.
No-one ever is
Even if they know they’re doing it or not.

My grandfather died last week,
The sourest stuck-in-a-rut-of-a-man
That you’re ever going to meet.
The diagnosing doctors were in for a treat.
They said that there was something wrong there,
Something wrong with his brain,
That there was something strange there
Fundamentally, main.
They said that he died - after scans - in a cubicle stall,
When his brain haemorrhaged and cracked open,
And jigsaw pieces piled up against the wall.


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Scale to size

If there is a battle 
between good and evil
I am not here to tip the scale
For every dollar I earn
I waste
For every dollar I spend
I take
For every time I tried
I failed 
For every time I failed
It was because I was lying 
To myself
So easy to gain trust
So hard to lose it
So hard to find inner power
So easy to abuse it
I am not here to tip the scale
I am here to set it on fire
So we can see it.


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Stirring Time

Rhythm and flow 
and spirit moves,
I stand here stirring time 
Following the mist filled path guided 
by echoed chants of the saints of old,
to a place forgotten in a time
to be revealed once again 
in the hearts of the old, 
Illuminating the Dream to reveal 
The illusion that has filled minds
With despair and fear
Rising tides abides 
As labyrinth paths arise
Setting faith in the awakening minds


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Upon Waking

How do your eyes catch me 
those sleepy wee hours 
I stir you 
as a watercolor caricature 
picking through our dismembered socks, 
and shirts that still linger 
with the taste of your 
cologne 
where my cup wobbles 
slopping joe, 
revealing 
my true name 
       (gentle lady) 
in the thinly veined blue white graphics. 

As you feign sleep 
wrapped in a half hazard bundle 
mount cotton - 
your hand caught across 
my pillow, a furry leg there, 
and washed by the impending 
dawn headlights 
of this approaching Monday morning 
there is 
a moment, 
where the loss of my words 
paint themselves 
across the golden rod walls 
in three question marks. 
(I  Love  You)


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Campmeeting Grounds / Martha's Vineyard 2009

Summer lay lazily over the land
The languid weight of wind and water 
bowing tree limbs,
chasing sand squalls over sidewalks.

Cyclist meander dreamily down aisles
of rose of Sharon shrubbery
past banks of day lilies
and Pez purple hydrangeas.

Tourist, as colorful as the flowers,
buzz busily through seaside shops
in flip flops the color of Necco wafers.

Their gummy soles making
sucking sounds upon the linoleum.
In a gingerbread slumber 
like fairytale children, they gather;
in pink, lime-green, and purple houses
The poor of a Christian God have become 
the rich of a capitalist nation 
and they hoard their paper-lantern dream.



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Past Reflections Of Now.

The young boy happy and contented in life
Sheltered from the real evils of man
Lost in his room with the treasures of adventure
Unbridled dreams tapestry serene summer days
Purity of youth’s innocence in soft blue eyes
This happy child lost in pages upon his bed
Never paying life a second thought
The realization that someday he would pass on
Oh, to be invincible again if only for a moment…
Years flitter by on the winds as they always have
Struggle reared up its eyes all to often
The imagination boy of unsullied venture
Began the transforming journey into the world
The crisp blue eyes of photographed youth
Now a hard gray reflecting scars of strife
The insatiable ardor for living in the moment
Becomes the bittersweet flavor of years gone by
Under the flushing candle his sword now a pen
He writes of looking in the mirror of whetted eyes
Wishing what he believed then, he could grasp now.
Oh, to be invincible again if only for a moment…


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The Man in the Field

Everyday he was there.
 
On his knees, standing, or kneeling
Gazing into the sun and the colors

He watched the road, the hay, 
the horizon, and sometimes even me.

His eyes followed my bucket and me.

I felt, not uncomfortable, but 
as if a passive madness were there
in that field, watching, always watching.

Once I stopped to say, "Hello."

He ignored me, standing erect,
absorbing the sun,
and gazing at the golden hay.

He was never in the same place.

Sometimes, he was near the road.
So close, I thought I could hear his breath,
his very thoughts as I passed,
thoughts I would never repeat.

The sound of the water sloshing
in my pail and his mind in rhythm.

Yesterday, he was lying in the middle of the field,
staring upward into the sun.

Motionless and still…

Today he was gone.

His absence left the field seemingly empty.
Yet… the haystacks and the scattered straw,
the sky, the sun itself

Brighter…Alive

Author notes:
Inspired by “Haystacks in Province,” by Vincent Van Gogh 



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His Arms

Thoughts race through my mind
Spinning me round and round
Such an over whelming feeling at times
That I can hardly stand upright
And from weakness I fall

Reaching for a hand to hold
I stretch forth reaching Is anyone there?
Where are the arms to hold me close?
Will I pass through this time
And come out alright?

As I look into my Savior's eyes
I see His compassion
He reaches to me
The hand that I need reaches out

He lifts me up from my fall
Wipes the tears and binds the wounds
His gentle touch heals the heart
And brings strength to my soul

Smiles of love fill my spirit
Giving me hope for days to come
Always knowing He is there
Reaching for a hand to hold

I stretch forth reaching
To find His hand stretched toward mine
And His arms open wide 


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Ten Thousand Songs

So tender, so sweet,
The attention.
Beloved shines through
The out-breath
Into creation's sunrise.

Experiencing the body-divine
Throws open the gates of seeing, of sensing.
Royalty becomes my second skin.
I rest upon the throne of grace
While listening to ten thousand songs.


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Voyage

The material solidity taken for granted
Begins to move like plasma
The earthquake rocks the old sensibility
For nothing conforms to old belief
Again, boundaries fluid move
In out around a narrow space of certainty
In which we figure we are defined.
And between the borders
That separate what is left of what we
Know of us 
And the strange irreducibility 
Of paradigms to truth
We float like specks of dust
Waiting to be discovered by what is within us
That we may discover it.
And still flowers in the garden bloom the same.



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Light Within My Heart

You… my love?
That is a question that I really can’t answer
No matter how long or how hard I try
I feel as if I am going nowhere
With no guide on the path I follow…
Trapped within a web of confusion
I want to confess my feelings to you
Aloud if possible, but I simply freeze;
Ev’rytime I glance at you or the phone by my side
And it just comes out… wrong each and every time
I don’t mean to sound uncaring but I am
Afraid of the answer you might give…

But I figure that I must mature
Before I can even attempt that
You don’t need someone that will hold you back
And you know! Which is why I need time
I know that when the right time for me
Comes along, I will be ready
To confess my love to you, but until then…
I need to find the light within my heart


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Pears and Lilies

Across the cold concrete steps
Are strewn pears and lilies

A very long time ago
A grave tragedy occurred here

No one saw anything
No one said a word

Dark spirits now protect the site
Somber, powerful memories still remain

At the corner of forever
Out on the edge of time

Where something means everything
But means nothing at all

Stands a figure transfixed, keenly aware
that beyond the void and

Across the cold concrete steps
Are strewn pears and lilies


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Untitled..

It happened again,
all my hoping, all my praying
all my crying, did nothing for me,

It changed nothing,
it helped to think
that maybe something,
would be different this time
but it wasn't,

It always ends this way,
it will never change
something's wrong, 
and nothing's right

I constant hear,
of others happiness
and pure bliss,
I can't stand it
because for me,
it's only pure misery

How can I bring myself, 
to be happy
over someone's gain,
and my lost

The answer is,
I can't
if I did, I would be lying,
to myself and to them

How can I be close,
to the closest of me
when what we share,
is not the same
and my hearts in so much pain,
and I fear it will never change

The very thought,
that it's happening
to so many other people,
and not me, is what kills me

So many women,
carrying blessings
everlasting gifts,
ones they can treasure forever

I would give my all, 
to have a chance to carry my miracle
my blessing, my gift from god,
a child of mine

My body has failed me deeply,
or did I fail my body
have I done something wrong,

I look back,
to all the months that I lost
and come to a conclusion,
it was all my fault

I'm all alone,
to what I feel inside
nobody ever sees,
the tears I cry

I know I'm not alone,
to all the pain 
that goes around,
but in my heart I feel
the worlds ENTIRELY left out...






(March 1999)
lost my baby last year 
hoping for a miracle.


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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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Beyond the Distant Horizon

The open sea
Seems endless
In every direction for me

The last accompanying sail
Gone over the edge,
The tip of the mast
A sight I found a comfort
Is now a thing of the past

All alone on a world
With no end
Sailing alone
With a heart to mend

No ocean liner
Or luxury yacht for me
A simple boat
On this useless sea

If I make
Some distant shore
To sail once again
A desire I will have no more


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First Winter Snow

Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow – 
That tasted like peppermint wind

The pines and aspens share secrets, 
As they whispers what they know

Then, they giggled like schoolchildren 
In the snowy playground – with the red
Brick schoolhouse off in the distance

Their cold faces blinked and blushed 
Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries
 
Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground; 
They chuckle, laugh and then roll over,
Exposing their innocent souls to fresh blue sky, 
This all appeared in the first winter snow
 
This, I am sure and still are


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Reflections of her Puzzle

Perched on a smooth river rock
    studying her reflection in the flow
A timeline of changing faces
   slowly drifts by...
Carefree happy child
   running, playing among trees.
Rebellious miserable teen
   banging her head against authority.
Disillusioned, deeply depressed
   escaping with her spirit broken.
New mother ecstatic in California
   memorizing his growing up slide show.
Lonely, desolate woman with wrong partners
   until near death does she part.
Empty-nesters' angst ridden face
   hidden, lost in darkness.
Unstoppable learner/teacher
   finding her pieces in lifes' school.
Evolving computer addict, isolator
   searching on-line for love.
Mostly content, peaceful now
   her heart found God and "true blue."
Freedom lover flying, watching from above
   Her lifes' puzzle face more balanced
   yet incomplete.


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The Cellar

Dark and dank
It smells of earth and lies
Secrets buried below its surface
Cobwebs of secrets spun decades ago
Pain and suffering pushing at it
Trying to spew forth into the light
Bolted and locked away it will not remain
Pushing outward, it longs to be
The cellar door will not longer hold it
Break it open
Release the truth and you will be free


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realities of dreams

like a two way mirror
our personal looking glass
a series of moments
being reflected back

images keep flowing
floating by on endless streams
countless hours chasing
realities of dreams

not everything appears to be
exactly what it seems
inner feeling , can seem more real
than our perceptive reality .


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Eyes Of Reality

Eyes of confidence
Naïve and hardened	
Advancing on the battlefield

Eyes of anguish
Discovering the horror
Spent upon the blood of war

Eyes of hope
Peace in reprieve
Hold fast to victory’s color

Eyes of benevolence
Engulfed within anguish
Rueful to the melee’s victims

Eyes of regret
A human understanding
Shoveling over another grave


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Poetry Passion

Poetry tells parables and parallels 
reaching deep within subjective context 
creatively
insisting
on truth.

Draw first the air
billow down morning mountainside
ineffable, 
affected, 
by change...

Swirl fire, 
passion charged with body’s experience
thrum 
heartbeat
as One...

Water wave
washing through the ebb and flow of life
tidal
blood
ancestral reminders

Of Earth
all that is stone and stardust
crystalline
manifestation
of Spirit.

We Are
All That 
Is


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My Battles As A Soldier

Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed building
Homes pulverized rubble
Strewn about the decaying mass
The scorched metal burning
Bodies of the fallen men
The miasma of war I forever inhale…

Tigers rolling through billowed flame
Firing upon burnt battlefield blindly
Retreating in terror I leave the voices
Calling as I my boots tamp by arms
Reaching for safety I couldn’t render
Brothers abandoned in the Arnhem snow
These are the ghosts of war who haunt me….

Battle’s percussion on the horizon distant
I fade through the fields upon the Rhein
Farmhouses glow a midnight path
Walking to the beat of gun fire echoes
Off the walls of a shelter a little boy sits
Unafraid of the man feeding him chocolate
In the crater of a bomb…

This flash of hope my salvation from war.


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Mortal Trajectory

Wretched humanity passing through a space
Chosen to be born Chosen to be mournful
Woven webs with wisps of waste
Here to discover from the arms of a mother
So misplaced
Some mortal soul striving to succeed 
Planted firmly willful pouring greed 
Purposeful need wrapped up in treasure 
Blatant inadvertence of mans frailty lost in forever 
So few, so few see beyond their acuity 
Not yet achieved fluent ingenuity 
So they sail into a distant blankness of commutativity 
 


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About Me Pt. 2

I’m a man of my word,
I always do my best to keep every promise,
and I never make a promise I know I can’t keep
I’ll give you the shirt off my back if you really do need it,
but I’m no humanitarian
I always offer others my help,
but I rarely accept the assistance of others,
because it makes me feel like I’m weak
I am weak,
yet, I’m stronger than I seem
I am a rock star on the inside,
but, physically and mentally, I’m a rock star who has no musical abilities
At times I have self-esteem,
but, I really never do
I’ll say I believe in myself and that I’m happy with what I can do,
but, truth be told,
there’s always that nagging doubt,
the lingering thought,
the dreaded fear of proving myself right,
and confirming the utter worthlessness that I usually find in myself
I overanalyze everything
I’m always thinking about something
I love to watch people
but I hate it when people stare
I am a Christian,
but at times I wonder if God even cares?
then call myself a fool for ever thinking that way,
as I finally see all of the things I take for granted that He’s blessed me with 
everyday
I always wait too late to say what I’m feeling,
or can never seem to find the courage to say it when I want to
With time, I’ve grown too scared to reach for the stars,
to walk out on limbs,
put myself on the line
but, I don’t want to be left behind,
I don’t want to watch those around me grow and become happier,
while I am stuck in misery
I don’t know who I am


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Midnight Sail On Massachusetts Bay

Releasing the rigid anchor line
Leaving the safety of land in our wake
Warm July zephyrs filling the sails
Resting even hands upon the tiller
As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft
Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass
Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk
Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon
Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse
Gifts a moment of wine warmed lips fervor
Alone with the lights from distant headlands
Their essence illume the crests softly breaking
Gently swaying the craft in warm foamy brine
Faint guitar moments with my voice uninhibited 
Evoking past memories of love on the Atlantic
Aspiration caught whole in the sail as we lay
A fearless embrace in the ethereal darkness
Of midnight on Massachusetts Bay sails…


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The Evil, The Demon Locked Away Inside My Heart

What do you do with someone who has a black heart?
One so black, that no light can shine through it
What would you do to try to get away?
A potential killer, locked away on the inside
Now seems to be emerging and nothing can stop it
How do you plan on keeping, the devil inside?
You wanted nothing nice of me
Instead, you preferred…that I show you
The evil trapped in my heart…

Why does everyone want to…
See how far they can go with me? I wanna know
So can you please tell me?
Why doesn't anyone appreciate…
The fact that I try to remain sane? I wanna know
So, tell me…

I don’t fight much anymore like I used to
Just because the sight of blood excites me
I would fight to the death, if I could…
I've nearly killed a few of my friends when in rage
And a few times, little children as well
But I'm afraid of what I can do
That is why, I became an outcast…
Just to prevent such a thing…from happening again
Now why did you bring it out again?

Why does everyone want to…
See the evil, the demon in my heart? I wanna know
So, you better tell me
Why do you act like the rest of them?
Did you want to see me insane? I wanna know
Do you wanna die?

Everyone…doesn't deserve
To be treated with kindness…nor respect
For that matter, so why try?

Why does everyone want to…
Be caught up in the darkness? I wanna know
And you better tell me
I won't waste my time with you all
To me it seems that you want to go to hell. I wanna know
Do you plan on joining me?


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His Testament (Sedoka)

Joseph His servant
Enslaved by those in the dark
A female falsely accused
Delivered by God
Displayed a heart of pure gold
True testament of God’s love


Comments:   One does not have to look too far in today's society to find a modern 
day Joseph. The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line 
poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, 
pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing 
perspectives.  The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following 
syllable counts: 5/7/7.  This Sedoka highlights Joseph, God’s noble servant and 
dreamer


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The Wind







the wind swept across my face

        and touched me with


          a touch as light 


                   as a feather

   kissing me like a tropical breeze

       taunting and teasing me

        until we feel again


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Wave Washed

Presence dissolved
Cresting watery fingers awash
Impressions in the sands
This cynical acquaintance
Running away
From flawless memories
In their laughter’s echo
I sat and watched
As my childhood castles
Were drank away
By the Atlantics thirst
Everyday one summer


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I Am......

I am a lot of things
I am a mother
I am a child 
I am a sister
I am a friend
I am someones lover
I am unfortunately someones wife
I am always afraid of doing the wrong thing and of making mistakes
I feel sooo much at one time
I feel loss 
I feel love 
I feel a burning hatred that runs sooo deep
I feel confusion of where I am going and what I am doing
I feel lost and without any understanding
I am who I am and what I am
I know I am not perfect and neither is anyone else
I am tired of being judged by my past
I made my mistakes don't want them thrown in my face
If I had not made those mistakes I would not be who I am
Take me or leave me I am who I am and make no more apologies
Love me, hate me I don't care anymore
I am tired of being nice and keeping my mouth shut
I am tired of not being allowed to be me
I am not an easy woman to love
I am complex and simple ALL at once
I want love and need love but will live without it if I have to
Take your best shot because I am.......ME!


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Intertwined

Morning shadows hang empty silence outside my window
Witnessing to mistakes beyond the curtain

While sleepless nights drudge deeper holes in my heart
Your eyes gaze in my direction searching for an answer

Our empty love seeps through the cracks of my searching heart
As I'm waist deep in fear caused by my own selfish mistakes

Blindly letting go to grasp the empty air, I find myself drowning in another love
Boldly suffocating my heart to release secret desires within myself

As we interlock the beautiful connection within our souls
The unblemished sky puts me to rest in the arms of peace


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Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
protecting.
 
     You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you 
don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I 
would never wear.

    If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a 
cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. 

     You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might 
be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why.

    Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless 
race. 

   I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I 
just need someone to give me courage.

     I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't 
think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. 

      So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You 
can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her 
face. 

In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. 

Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know 
that your confident and well worth the struggle.


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Flatlined Before Heaven

Shining in hygienic walls
  A flawlessness hollow
Stiff and gray
  On metal tables
Rested upon unkempt hair
  Recollections merge
Into torpid puddles
  That exquisite beauty
Now shattered
  Engulfed entirely
By conclusions of separation
  I leave with you
A vinyl sack damp and thick
  Sealed shut 
Superfluously removed


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Your Voice Lives Behind This Brook

What sweet voice lives behind this brook
Stars, these eyes shall look

Sky shall rest this afternoon
Clouds shall sing about this moon

Time shall live each and every minute
Sunlight reflects deep within it

Once more, when we look
Your sweet voice lives behind this brook


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Social Change

my school colors 
brooks brothers navy blue 
and establishment gold 
were God-awful choices 
for Catholic girls 
being educated beyond 
their parents' means. 

seventeen, out of high school 
ready for life 
without restrictions 
I was prime 
for the times 
revolutionary ideas 
about life loving and living 
flower-power dreams 
unbelievably believable. 

twelve years of stateliness 
and I was ready 
for a tie-dyed change of mind 
opportunity came 
in a California cotillion 
formal dress not required. 

I left the "Beach Party" 
two piece red-checked 
belly-button cover-up behind 
and never looked back. 


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Inattention

time and distance unwind
unmindful of a ticking clock
as
commitment tumbles through constant years
with ne’er a thought
that 
there exists another dimension
where all possibilities exist


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Essence Of Her Human Spirit.

Her song carried out in sweetest rapture notes so pellucid
Breathe of them in listened serenity…

Her eyes show the portrait of what truly exists within
A subject of assiduous study…

Bearing witness her ears chronicle every touch of moment
Append her the whisper of ardor…

Those thoughts build stairs to the threshold of her mind
Scale its heights with pure intent…

One unsullied heart in pash heated spirit given to me freely
Held amorously it becomes my own…

I enter her arms into the gateway of tender adoration
Where I sleep safely in serenities peace…


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The Pen is Just So Much Mightier

I could never explain how I feel
On air, waves of sounds escaping what I could no longer hear
Aggravation lingers on the tongue
How it burns, perpetually, embedding anger on taste buds
I will remember the taste of defeat, eternally 
Dull, so Dull, hums this high pitched 
Innocence
If I can't tell my story in the voice that I want to
I’d rather be silent 
        forever 

The pen flows so easily
Blackest  inks stain my felt tip
Passion! How it twists my heart into complicated
Mazes, interlocking, crisscrossing
		Things I’ve never thought of before
The blood of contemplation runs clear as diamonds caught in eclipses  
Torrents of ecstasy, 
		Free	falling 	
over 
J
 A
  G
    Ged rocks, waterfalls, creating Prisms
		Bam, Bam, Bam 
Relives pressures on joints that hold
Industrial hearts together, oil may no longer ease this
New age technological emotion on addictive highs
I never even knew of until I thought about it 

Two Double Oh Seven for sure

I consider myself to be something
I’m not really sure of
But I do love to imply mystery in reflections that others see
Honestly, complexity isn’t my best asset, only others believe this is what I am
As long as I believe in what I stand for
It is fine if my tongue flails but my pen soars

			


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Quintessence.

It is truly yours
Belonging to both
This single point
Examine and ponder it

Established once
Polished complete
By agony pleasured
Ruminate and reflect

Cite and believe it
In it’s finality
Of defined setting
Intimate and echo it

Holding on
Here at the end of all
What was there to think about?


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My Soul

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I am a double agent
Your best weapon but worst enemy
I am a window of understanding
The phenomenon o fan unexplained mystery
I am the muse of inspiration
And the saint of self-expression
I am the puzzle of your riddles
And the key to your dreams
I am a controversial image within your shadow
A moment within your thoughts, which is not 
Without meaning

I am a wish cursing myself
Willing myself away from being
I am a poisoned love spell
And a book you never stop reading
I am a murderous hunter
With all the good intentions
I am a victim of coincidence 
And unanswered questions
I am a sexual desire
Desired and loving oneself
I am the light in your darkness
And the darkness of the next light
I am the conventions of society 
Writing its next life


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nine words

I want a five-word sentence about the pain of beauty.

And beauty is painful:

Because you want to be it, and aren’t.

Because you want to sense it all, and can’t.

Because you want it to last, and it won’t.


Laps a tongue at twilight’s scents whispering “…Come….”  Gone.


Okay, nine words…


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Do you Believe in My God?

My God, he doesn’t
Want me to suffer
Horribly, beating myself up
For the nature of only breathing
My God, he isn’t a Murder
Vindicating war with a divine right
Wasn’t given, By my God
I don't have a religion
but a philosophy
I speak to my God directly, 
I don't need a middle man because
It's me and my God

Oh yes, I believe in the Lord
But at times I see, things that should not be seen
He sets my faith in an ice cube tray and lets it thaw
Drip down and clear the eyes
Lets these emotions saturate and open out
We make our own destiny
The lord is my guidance, my daylight in the darkness
He tells me my end but how I get there
Depends on my actions

And when I ask him, why ? Why is this killing happening?
Morally up righteous bible bangers screaming
All sins are committed by THESE sinners. Aren’t we all, sinners? I fall ill
Thinking of all these lies swirling
Popping like bubbles in an unsanitary bathtub trying to pass the
Minimum health regulations

TELL ME LORD

Why do you let this happen, what is the solution?
He speaks one word: you
Others  run with miscommunication
Thinking, you? You? You?
Pointing fingers throwing bombs
Shooting children, in the name of God
While tears fall from the sky, clouding
All that’s morally right
But its really, it’s up to you you you
To change the world
Do you, believe, in the Lord?


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Reversals of childish thinking

Instead of listing what’s wrong with the world
Let’s list what we could do to make it strong
Childishly simple is the integrity on which we set our pride
Is it so hard not to lie, steal, cheat, defile with words
That simply are not right?
Treat others like you would want to be treated
We preach to our children
Unadorned ideas that we cannot follow ourselves 

At times it seems
As humans progress, from child to adolescent 
To adult, then back again
It’s a reversal in time 
From complete innocence to corruptness
Why does it  take us a whole lifetime
To come back to the mentality
In which we started 
It’s only once we see, truly
The best times is when
We don’t judge
And things are just so
Childishly simple 
That we are happy


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Grey Area

You came in packages
wrapped in black and white
checkered abstract
ribbon
   knotted
     much
       too
         tight.
In spaces between
   all and nothing
lies my patient
heart.


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Downtime

The world continues its rotation
with or without your attendance.
It has been so since the earth cooled
and mountains and seas became.

Give it up and
check out –
to the closet corner, if you please.
Dark and soundless
singularly personal.

Sit with shoes of worn tread left upon the
path of overuse,
the scent of lessons learned and
willfully ignored.

Feel silky seams sewn with promise
brush your cheek,
now frayed and undone.

Pull your knees to your chest
and rest your chin upon the death
of desire for it all.

Let your heart heal.

Then unlock the door
and savor the scars.


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TRUE LOVE...

It is the one I want, 
that my heart does haunt.
Even though I can not have, 
the one I hold near and dear, 
they always make me laugh.
They do not spurn me; 
all they do is make me feel free.
Though I know who I want, 
they always seem to try to taunt.
I can not have them this I know, 
I still seem to love them from head to toe.
It is for some time, 
my love I try to hide.
But now my obsession grows so strong, 
I do not know if my heart can hold out for long.
So some how my heart I must break, 
or something else my love and heart must take.
For I know them very well, 
I wish they would at least, 
make my heart hurt like hell.
Because they can not return my love, 
I will try to pray for help from above.
I truly care for them, 
so I can not go to take, 
them away from who they date, 
so now I put my whole self at stake.
Even though my love they won't return, 
I really wish then my heart would burn.
I really fear that some time soon, 
I will be emotionally ruined, 
and that to be my doom.


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I Won't Fall Apart

Pieces of my mind Shatter Splatter Onto the floor Reflective side facing up Showing multiple faces of thought There they lay, upon a burdened earth Waiting to be picked up Reassembled So to reflect light as a whole An effect to stimulus of consciousness Eagerly Hands grab at jagged shards Blood Pain Pushing past, with glue of thought One goal To contain myself Again within a frame Of mind, body, of sanity


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Center of nothing

This is the center
of all my work
I write one line
before and after each line
and you will see
when you place my lines of other poems in between
this is my reality coming undone
for this is my center

For I am but a fool
out to trick myself
I am a clown
stuck in the middle
of something
and somewhere
wondering what else?

This is the key
of what i said before and after
the reality of my craft
and the solutions
to all my upcoming endless 
psycho babble chapters
of genies and wishes
and batters and pitter patter

This is the center
I'm spiraling out from
a line above and below
to read between
each piece
a true obviousness
of limited wonder and laughter
moons
and hanged men

For this is just the middle
of everything
but it's not really
so this is my disguise
of a confession


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Two Thousand Miles

She bathes my soul within her
Sanguine waters ardently
Inundating my senses whole
I become upon her embrace
We become one spirit aloof
Within both light and darkness
Depraving sharp hunting eyes
Perceiving the mirrors self image
Of high tribulation chiseled 
Stone falling across studio floors
Swept scrupulous and surgically
Transfusing this beauty of essence
Upon the humid air of breath
Sweetly scented floral calling
Across unmeasured distances
Trekked of unfettered resolve
Heightening as you draw close
Tending my wounds unshaken
Confidence in trusting touch
Eases tautness now diminishing
Away flying into night taking
Pieces of you in my pocket
Clutching for hope and strength
Of this blossom rooting deeply
Within one another we discover
All that we behold and feared
I give to you willingly…untainted
Wholly my poetic heartsong
Inscribed within and without
My trusted two thousand miles


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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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Desert Dreams And A Songbird

Melodies traversing upon 
     Winds of the desert painting
Misplaced beauty of Saguaro’s 
     Dancing with dust devil’s
Sagebrush songs echoing off
    Mountainous mirage of valley
Floors endlessly stretching past
     Horizon bleeding red clay
Strewing the endless highway
    Going nowhere coming back
Against the curtain of heat
    Cooling with the light touch 
Of rain disappearing in the sands
      Ever moving never changing
Clouding storms covering tracks
      I followed to find your voice
Hidden in the desolate gardens
      Saturated with fervent life 
Unseen flitting about my eyes
     Singing in cactus blooms 
Flowering for the moment
     Passing with a breath
Expelling a hundred degree
     Harmony from the hidden
Little desert songbird calling
     Past the boundaries set
Bringing me back to where
     I have always been 


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Moonlight

Beethoven wrote his version
in sonata-form. But tonight
the Flower Moon throws white petals
all over the hillside, making
silent music, a silver 
chord. Can I, in my reflected
moon-life, hear it full
and whole?


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About Me Pt. 1

What can I say about me that you can’t learn within a day?
I was born to be a hopeless romantic,
except I never have any romance in my life
I am a gentleman,
I take my chivalry seriously
I want someone to hold and never let go of,
I want someone who will be there
I want someone who will tell me everything will be okay
I want someone to hold my hand
I find myself surrounded by beautiful girls,
but they always seem to find happiness in somebody else
I’m great at reading the negative signs
I’m terrible at reading the positive ones
I always misinterpret friendship for attraction
or vice versa out of fear of rejection,
out of fear of being mistaken, yet again
I am always, just a friend
I am blessed with the best friends in the world
but, I fear, I might turn my back on them to some extent over a girl
I’m afraid my friends will disappear
finally realizing I’m not worth keeping
finally seeing what I see in myself
but, I hope and pray that they never do
Far too often I wonder
I wonder if I died, if anybody would really care?
I wonder if anybody would really miss me like they say they would were I not 
there?
I’m smarter than I’ll admit,
but I still fear I’m not smart enough
I’m afraid I’ll never reach my goals
I’m afraid I’ll never graduate from college,
become a doctor,
meet that one special girl,
and start a family of my own
I’m afraid to let myself down,
but I’m even more afraid of letting down others
I am a people pleaser,
but I’m not sure if I ever really please many people 
I like knowing what’s around the bend,
but I don’t enjoy monotony 
or spoiled endings
I enjoy having fun,
but I enjoy being serious
I’m easily amused
but I hate stupid things
I write best when I’m depressed,
but I hate feeling that way
Yet I love writing so much,
I just can’t win


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The Jester.

Oh little quipster
Come dance for me
Embrace upon me
Wit and humor
Hypnotize me 
With alluring charm
Unbreakable
Fill your performance
With moments of regret
Whipped and wrenched
Upon my spirit
Do me this favor
One final time
And I shall forget
Your debt to me


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Beckoning Voice

The day’s eyes closing bidding goodnight
Stroking the skies bitter reddish copper
Wind arrested folklore settling low
Lit only by the soft blushing of candlelight 
My final stanza is penned for me

The bounty of my lifetime in toil
Strewn wearily about yet I am gratified
Back to the beginning at last I’m beckoned
The wonder of life sweetly consecrated    
Eons of drudgery sit pure upon my crest

The symphony strings echoing dully
Life’s eminence now infinitely darkened
Those earthbound lament over me
Their salty sacrifices fall a blessing
The attribute of living sits grimly

Yielding with each burdened exhale, venerated
I fight ahead awaiting those whispers
A final focused moment of noble dignity
Delaying but an instant to express…before
My spirit answers back in perpetual silence


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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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My Walkabout...

The nights were long
and my days seem short
had to do something
so I left my port

A one-way ticket
on a greyhound bus
a compelling journey
inner feeling must trust

first stop,Durango
high in the Rockies
a couple of days hiking
loud thunder was shocking

Next stop,was Gallup
from here,began my walk about
unsure of destination
first step began my route

Halfway to nowhere
dropped my load,to look around
sensational insight
revelation was found

Looked back toward beginning
so distant,out of sight
looked ahead for the end
no end to my flight

Sort of like life
past and future,uncertain
adventerous journeys
once removed from our curtain

continued my walk
through the mountains of Arizona
amazing sights
spent the night all alone-a

Under a canopy of stars
cool evening wind
no city lights
a universe with no end

Infinity came calling
understanding to follow
somewhere hides destiny
heartsongs sung hallowed.....


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The Black Valise

Directions to envision a lost trail of agony
Reveals passage to a black bag tautly held for many years
While overhauling contents of a violent imagery
I thrust forward to the pathway of rudimentary repair
To weaken the hold and ease the grips of anguish and despair
Thoughts are pulling me,pushing me toward perception more each day
Torn apart by recognition as it was consciously turned away
Broken of hand it plummets, while insulting the earth below
Thousands of tears race from the bag as I nurture my scorned ego
A gush of emotion slashes the soil in a torrent, bitter rain
While viciously spouting a pool of frustration
Then is snatched up by the dirt again
In contempt of the ailing turmoil that stifled many a goal
The soil sucks it down, further down, then swallows it in whole
The satchel of stressful burden once over-stuffed by me
Descends to fill on devil’s rations where it packs up easily
Fate of torments asunder, I had to let go
To cradle awareness and potentially grow
Advanced from suppression, unwilling to stumble
Into the black clutch of madness where healthy minds crumble


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Down Fall

Pride and prejudice has been ripped from me,
and my strength has abandoned me,
yet my will still crashes against the 
breach within.
My citadel a long forgotten fortitude
left to rot and decay.
As my soul seeks refuge in other hosts
to take and mingle while balancing
my mental ballast before it erupts.
With guilt peeking in on me 
to remind me i'm still in debt.
While my Autumn years have yet to arrive,
I feel vandalized,sterilized,and alone.
The very root system of my essence
has retracted the twilight of my descent
is not as dark as one would imagine,and
yet I am still a minor in time and
I can not consent to my downfall.


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My Goal-My Love

Since you and I met
My goal has been 
           To be all I can be
                   For you
In order to achieve this goal
I turned to the Lord 
        For guidance
Without you I’m nothing
       A lonely ship in a crowded harbor
     An empty hull creaking with the tide
Without the Lord I’m unworthy
              Just an empty soul
Unable to satisfy an unquenchable thirst
Since you and the Lord entered my life
I have changed in every way
I have learned
      Everyday is a gift
              Every gift is a treasure
   Every treasure should be cherished
This is why I cherish and I adore you
I’m proud enough to lead our family
 Strong enough to keep us safe
                   Honest enough to admit my faults
                          Wise enough to realize I can’t do it alone 
                        Humble enough to follow the Lord
                   Faithful enough to always believe
             That the heart of a man belongs on his sleeve
I wear mine proudly and I always will
Tell the world of the Lady who taught me to feel
 


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Just Some Highschool Math Problem

i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer

the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words

and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick

oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers

i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust

i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain


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Contingency Of New Day

Dawn a new day is breaking
Open my eyes to the beauty
As the Roosters, Cardinals, and Doves eyes open
Tiny crescent moon relishing in its appearing

Birds sweep across the pale-blue morning sky
To the beat of coo-coo-coo
As the Doves communicate to their love

Striated clouds greet the sun
Sun takes the gray away so there is apricot on the horizon
Gold to decorate the way
Clean slate_new dawn great start for this unique day

Fresh air refreshes lungs
Adds glow to all creatures
Gives life as sun clears the stale dark
Opens doors to opportunities for renewal_forgiveness

The sun rises golden
As if it is the gold of royalty
Without its daily visit all of earth would decease
Become an entirely different sphere

What contingency does the dawn of new day bring to you
Open your eyes to the venture


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Written by:Sara Kendrick


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'If today was my last day'

If today was my last day,
I would tell my friends, family and 
even my foes
how much they have influenced my life;

if today was my last day, 
I would embrace the weather
whether it is winter or summer;

if today was my last day,
I would offer apologies to
those I have offended
and to those I have hurt;

if today was my last day, 
I would ensure that the people
left behind know that I love them
and that the life I lived was a blissful one;

if today was my last day,
I would thank the Lord for giving me 
the time on earth and be wishful that I have
accomplished all that He has set out for me from birth;

if today was my last day,
I would want it to be a day 
of no regrets, 
a day where there is more laughter than tears

if today I took my last breath 
I would want it to be a day,
where I smelled the flowers,
where I glance at Table Mountain for the last time
and whisper Lord, I was truly blessed…


Contest: If I had just one day left to live
Placed: 5th


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Untitled #253 / Water, earth, wind

Water! Earth! Wind!


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Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


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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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Untitled #187 / A whim

A whim produces this!


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Camouflage

They tell me to express myself with words so foreign that I question myself.

Verbatim. Diction. Syllabic expression.

Please explain to me, a kid from the projects, what the hell you talkin about?

Cuz where I'm from you spit rhymes like bullets.

Lock and load.

Don't wait for a reaction.

Ready, Set, Go!

Crime is our muse, drugs are our fuel.

You can judge from a distance but remember.

We don't affiliate with none of yo crew, talkin bout red, white, and blue.

I consider myself patriotic to my youth.

But if I dare break down these walls myself....

You will see that I am an exquisite young lady hidden underneath "white trash."

I call it camouflage.

Don't you see?

I can explain to you the differences between an Italian and an English Sonnet.

Describe the meter of a Langston Hughes piece, or even write a couplet myself.

But those things won't teach you how to survive.

No.

Not around here.

So I'll act illiterate, and act like I don't give a shit.

Just to prove a point.

But in the back of my mind I'll be counting rhyme to make sure that words come out in time.

All the while I'll delude my real self till I am no longer in the presence of fools.

I'll hide behind the green bushes and tumbleweeds that are my second self.

And put my dictionary back on the shelf.

Because unfortunately to be real means to be ignorant, and to be intelligent means to be indignant.


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Music and Meditation are Stairways

It' so easy to imagine that a creator would impart To all his creations a bit of himself in each heart When my soul cries out, yearning for connection to the light When words and no earthly love prove enough to console the blight Music and meditation are blessed stairways which lift me upon wings Transporting to a sacred place of worship beyond the worldly strings Where no religion, or walls of stone would affect Subliminal commune of light with light in a deeper respect ~*~
By Annalise Brigham For: Dr. Ram's "Music and Meditation" Contest


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Help Needed

Rows neatly planted
Running east to west 

Then a field of wheat
Ready for harvest
Golden is the grain

All the plants look alike
Not a weed did I see
For miles one golden stand

Time for harvest_
Are we ready?
Gain needs gathering
Putting into the barns
Before the summer storm__

Where are the laborers?
Workers are so few_
None to drive the tractor
Could this farm employ you?


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'Me - Exposed'

There I was lying in bed thinking heck what is there about me that makes me unique? That makes strangers and friends embrace me? Ah I still haven't figured it out maybe it's not supposed to be figured out I should just continue to be me the listener the one that gets you to share your hurt, your fear, your happy moments without having to wonder will she perhaps use it against me one day? So now I know why I tend to be sought after, why I sometimes feel like, I carry the world on my shoulders I am just that open vessel that some people plug into that others find unique something I never appreciated until today…
Contest: Love Me Why? 3rd Place


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In Fickle Flames

In fickle flames:

Should we bow to where and which
when we hear (the pitch) of know and how?

The same of fame creeps unto voice:
a smoky sounding have no choice.

Admit we choose
to disregard,
when starry pupils spark excuse
when lighted there and then bewitch
yet senses five aren't fully barred.

(With scars) how we must choose rejoice!

Perhaps that we and us forget
we'll part with dry and soon be wet.

Our eyes, our voice
our choices met:

We'll crackle and smolder,
We'll glimpse beyond shoulder, 
We'll exist both far away and colder

Our lives beset, 
and mostly over.


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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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My apology to my heart

My apology to my heart, for not fulfilling its dream, for failing to add wings to its desires, for suppressing the teardrops by plastic smiles. My apology to my heart, for what it wanted me to be but I couldn't be, for the path on which I was forced to tread against its will. My sincere apology to my heart, as I know till date it is bleeding. **A sincere apology that very often knocks the door of my heart~ ======================================== By:kashinath karmakar(26th Dec. 2010)


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Generic Oppression Poem

Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you  cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just in my view, what do I know?

You control the language that describes pain
But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel
My soul is ripped from my body and bound,
On to your machines on which I slave and toil.

You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt
Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees
But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack
While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury.

Everything has its time and its place, yours is over
End is near, for you and everything you hold dear
Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction
And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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A Flame Once Burned

It's chilly where the sun once shone,
Mem'ries haunt when I'm alone,
Bereft of joys that I had known,
My dreams all torn apart.

Scorched the earth where flowers bloomed,
The dust and ash my hopes consumed,
Hes'tations, doubts our passion doomed
Ere it had time to start.

I want in vain for solace dear,
It's dark where once the skies were clear,
When naught but what might be I feared
And the course our love would chart.

Promises broken, 
Words unspoken,
Deep wounds opened,
Eyes that cried.

Wrongs not righting,
Constant fighting,
Unrequiting,
Love soon died.

It's cold here where a flame once burned,
It's empty where for you I yearned,
It's dead and life will not return
To the cinders of my heart.



Written for "A Flame Once Burned" Contest
December 1, 2012
By: Daniel Beus


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Ocean of Memories

countless...
that's how she perceives them to be
treasured in a bottle,
crystal clear
afraid one day they'd disappear
or get clouded...

but they do not...
for it is kept in the heart,
protected by the spirit

a smile...
...laughter
teardrops,
a sob
a kiss
a sigh
a whisper
...a scream
a touch
a look
...candles
hearts stopping...
words spoken
and unspoken
trips...
falling,
rising, climbing
darkness---shadows--
Light.
Lessons
learned
in life

each one
aggregating
to form a whole

As waves
come and go,
so do these memories
but 
they always return
some faded,
but still there

regrets, triumphs
luck and fate
unlocked faith.

apologies as fickleness speaks,
hard to choose
just a single memory
so she chooses sand...

...countless...
that's how she perceives them to be
treasured in a bottle
that's now opened

to be released 
to roam freely
in the Ocean of Memories





dec 8 2010, for Frank's Fondest memories contest :)







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Bite Me


Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out

Now several years passed
And I see you again
You all smiles
You offer me the chance
(Again)
To help you out
“Come on
Don’t you wanna be my friend?”

I say,
“Nope”

Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out


I say,
“Thanks for the lesson
I now pay attention
And no longer work for momentary smiles
And long-lasting sneers

Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out
So I say, Nope
I don’t care what you want”
And I smile back

But you’re not upset
(At least you don’t show it)
Your eyes glaze over a second
And you’re instantly off
Looking for another ‘friend to help you out’

And I wonder
Do you ever get the chance
To brush your teeth
Between victims?


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A Jealous Heart

Yes,
you figured me out.

My smile has become crooked,
hammered down upon guillotine pedestal.

Her strands of tormented wishes,
now caressed by singer’s ebb & flow.

Baritone lyrics glide out in wanton scope.

Hope
no longer choked by charred rope,
double-knotted sadness.

Mercury skies rain down.
White satin mystery, solved.

Or so it’s proclaimed…

Joy’s declaration made upon Paper-Mache falsities,
placing reservations on matters of the heart.

True happiness thrives on sunrise currency,
not clouded futures.

…

Yeah, you figured me out. 

This smile has become crooked.
No toothpick can hold this up high.

I guess this tear knew all along.

But, I walk on.

As I continue to pay my price,
writing out reality checks.

I know I’ll always be your friend.

Just
not today.

© Drake J. Eszes


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heiroshima enemies in your homeless shelters making fun off the war torn

its all for you right


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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


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and Woody Herman played

Blues in the Night.

A malignant moon
shines his metallic claws -
combs my hair and brushes me forward.
I am alone in the shadowy crooks 
of a poisoned metropolis.

A clandestine garbage chute -
where waifs and strays burn
within the fetid bowels 
of a cavernous concrete underbelly.

The orphanage awaits my arrival,
as muted outcries are crushed 
beneath my footsteps. 
A parentless prison
teeters atop Utopia's dreaded brim;
the hamlet where Orwell slew Hilton.

St. Peter has been released
and no longer tends the kitchen.
Agony and angel wings reneged
a redundant brotherhood of sorts.
His recipe for remorse shall be missed. 

Blues in the Night.

In the distance, 
feigned epileptic outbursts
placates a patron's fears.
Caffeine injections

stimulates another's venial sins
as it magnifies their cardinal options.
An insomnious woman converses
with a napkin holder. The surface

is dull and unreflective, like she.
Banter never-to-be heard
by her never-to-be gentleman caller.
I am home –
amongst the dead I adore.

A haggard waitress serves me a menu.
A laminated journal stained 
with melancholy and mustard.
Desolation and demi-tasse
are tonight’s midnight special.
Ten cents additional, if you order deluxe.

Blues in the Night.

I twiddle my thumbs 
for I have no other’s to borrow.
I catch my rugged reflection 
in the asylum’s window.
I espy my counterpart again

in a twisted spoon -
realizing I’m three utensils short 
from a grievous quartet salted
with Mack Sennett misfits.

A collection of dishes clatter
above the sanatorium’s jukebox. 
I place my spoon on the counter
and pick up a lifeless knife.
I envy its potential and possibilities

as Woody Herman croons 
in the background.


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The Conformity of Non-Conformity

There are those who heedlessly follow the crowd
There are also a few who singularly continually do not
Some of these do it to be different, while some just are
They dance to their own voice, hear a different drummer
It is not at all easy to be different, it has its price
Some think the journey worth it, others soon capitulate
Now when you are different, if you are a deep thinker
Then sometimes you may even question your own reasoning
For some through life, it is a continual questioning why
Why am I so different, why do I always have to do what I do
Others don’t not give a stuff, they simply do what they want 
For some, life makes them different, without even asking
Some different in looks, in circumstance, mind or body
Others so unique, making discoveries conquering the unknown
Some even take their difference and turn them into sheer evil
They take our world and fill it with non- conforming haters
They are people who believe that all must sing to their tune
They want to sway the populace to their ways of non-conformity
And in their non -conformity to the norm, it turns into conformity
Sub-cultures are formed to get away from the traditional values
Goth, Metal head, pieced tongues, shaven heads, and dread hawks
All eventually without even realizing it living in total compliance
The non- conformist therefore has to be a loner not a group culture
To be different is to be true to oneself and stand there out on a limb
This is a hard road to travel, and certainly not one that is easy to tread.
					


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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


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The moral road of combat

They stood amongst the ghostly white powder-
As it sloped around them casting that of a dusty spell 
There was a pure peacefulness left lingering-
So evident in the footprints gone by
And those empty matchsticks that waved in the winter breeze 
Such a lonely place in a state of hibernation 
It was hard for me to remember the landscape as it was 
Now the still coldness captured that once frisky green meadow-
Now a thing of the past faded into an auburn retreat 
And somehow I enjoyed the solitary of its splendor and change 
My breath blew a tracer of the warmth from inside me 
As my biting nibble fingers praised the caress of my gloves 
I felt the movement inside my boots as my feet pushed me forth deeper into the snow 
A time to think, and maybe approve the uncertainty of loss 
Past the fallen limbs that were once a thing of strength and refuge to some 
A part of me fell from my eyes onto the ground into a frozen icicle-  
Till they could find the nothingness once paved with the rocks that divided the land
Now I sleep with a secret of yesterday and confess my failure to no one 
The roots of my broken heart will again floorage and cultivate greatness 
And I will become a land of abundance and determination and be born-again 


 


 



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Imane

It is from my thoughts you have come
It is from within sensation that you have become
Yet…It is I who feels brought, it is I who is befalling,
Transpiring into what is beyond sentiment

Grasped in your presence, that in form is
 A cloverleaf, an intersection of all
Realities and chimeras
Yet…In feeling, it is the winter, summer, autumn
And spring that season my years

Imane… afar the distances I yearn to reach, upon
The horizons of your outlying skies…
Shall we meet one day? 
Or is it only the tip of my pen that foresees?

I shall only linger…upon these many pages


-Imane: An Arabic female given name which means Faith; Pronounced (E.man).

-Imane is the main character of a novel I happen to be writing. I have never been in such 
marvelous experience before :)


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The Cost of Water

Flight of stillness;
idle,
ditch-wise.

Ladders point up
but they say the ground is greater;
sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks.
They crestfall and
buckle at the knee.

Hear guts clap thunder off somewhere else
but no storm in sight to maitre d' this mesa;

got to rot the mud lest 
an urge to ripen ripens.

But hear now
the locusts flood this rut,
hunt for want,
         impelled to eat each lunch of your decay.

         Earth uncorks her pores.
you drift upon the grass, lift the damp from the sod
like a pillow of cloud sopping Earth's steam-
       
         to be made the steward of this land;
lightning
flash! ladders
shatter!
 
Pay in full the cost of water,
less labors not yet lost.


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The Journey of Love

The Journey of Love
                               Authored by Chuck Keys    

Reading a poem of love I wonder,
what does a warm summer day feel, 
when it has no memory of the loss of
how its heat faded in time, ever so slow,
one tiny silent drip at a time, like a leaky faucet.
 
It comes to pass eventually,
knowing that time has digested the differences 
from what it was, 
to what it is and to what it will be. 
It is forever lost at this time.

A lonely somberness soon fills the void of the wonder and warmth, 
daylight ebbs and flows into darkness and soon loses its distinction. 
Loneliness follows and the love is non-retrievable,
without love, life is never the same ...
an endless emptiness follows and stays, lingering.


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Elegy for the summer that's gone

It's fall
the end
winter it's just 
days away
last leaves
fall around and die
sending wet invitations
for their melancholic funeral
calling all the angels
to come
but they're gone
maintaining a low profile
waiting
for the next spring
late may
when the little bird will born
again
and again will sing
through tearful eyes
the song
of the new summer...


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Beauty, Love and Peace

Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti’s poem
NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.


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Pneumonia in Duffy's Yard

Rabid amber leaves
scuffed the callous stone flags
in a symbolic melee of defiance,
December’s mist embraced
the noon of the day
summoned the arctic wind
to wilfully wail within the alley
howl heinously encircling the yard.
The long dark night that ensued
lingers still in one’s memory,
where bedside candles flicker
and rampant draught ooze beneath
the worm infested door
to provoke dancing flames,
before anxious hands bathe
a forehead ablaze with
winter’s corruption!


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Explain to Me

Upon these half-empty seats
And coffee-warmed retreats 
Where morning birds chirp
And smaller ones tweet
Like the mere shadow floating
‘Neath my two own feet
I float in this inconceivable time,
In poetic-like conceits…

Oh! How quickly I have grown
Within myself I observe, as if 
Jotting these observations upon
Third-person narrated sheets
I comprehend not even this rhyme
Abstractly absorbed into a world 
I cannot deem concrete
Explain to me what it means to be
Layered by this raw flesh and meat

How do I begin to fathom the tacit meanings
Of the world’s happenings and feats?
Not so long ago a child
Now awaiting the moments 
When it is time for youth to fleet
Recollection like these changing seasons
Of fallen leaves and sleet 
Time like the turning of pages
Of these memory-filled sheets
I sometimes feel liberated 
From all these earthly deceits…

Explain to me what it means to be
Layered by this raw flesh and meat


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Inside Blind Eyes

I have taken judicious steps
revised and revisited
       retraced and 
                               reborn

beneath a hollowed out  moon
(giving birth to psychic sounds)
      her face holds pale eyes 
painted a haunted yellow
wrenching…the weep 
I perceive there

a darting glance about me
    (scattered in the wild)
 confirms the fear 
 I fail at concealing 

etched in static lines
    with no denial 
                   just and only I

the song birds sing …
it sounds so desolate
         and forlorn

my solitude a draped shawl
contrived of heavy wool
on feminine shoulders

this heart….a benevolent heart
(still a bit cracked 
            and yes…a little raw)
amiss in the reticence

solitary is defined 
not in being only one
but the plethora that never see
blinded by their lack 
of true consciousness

so in cautious steps
(shrewd and vigilant)
I tread with bare woman’s feet
among those that never see

while watching the willows
bending in the breeze….





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The Lockless Door

Ever had those moments when you were convinced--
no, make that Definite,
that everything was going your way?

Map in hand, destination in sight
then only to be horrified
that you suddenly 
didn't know how to read the map?
That the compass doesn't work,
that you misinterpreted the signs?

So you are left with nothing.
Stuck in a place
between the now and the future--

Which is basically nowhere at all.

Asking for directions is pointless,
because the people you ask 
are as clueless as you are--
wandering in their own vicious circles;
of rings getting tangled, untangled,
clashing then finally collapsing
into unlinkable chains

A conundrum, really.

Imagine this map as a perfect puzzle image,
shattered into a million jagged pieces in midair--
and they lie suspended there,
floating, painstakingly taking forever 
to fall--- to--- the......... ground
You try to catch them, but are hesitant,
because the pieces are so sharp, angry
leaving you with bleeding cuts all over
and yet if you fail to do so, and they hit the ground
they shatter once again,
as dust

Impossible task, really.

Crying does you no good,
since tears mixed with that dust--
well, you are only left with mud

So what's one left with?

Instinct.

Sheer gut.

And you can only hope and pray 
that you don't make a wrong turn this time.

Completely thrown off course,
you follow what you think is right.

Collect yourself,
read the signs again

and walk on.

Might take you days, even years
but at least you still tried,
refusing to just stand still,
waiting for the paths to show you the way.

You pave those paths yourself,
without trampling on ants
and maybe one day
you'd suddenly find yourself
in front of that lockless door
that was meant for you alone.

It is clamped shut though,
and will only open when it sees you.

This is that door that actually leads to the 
place you've been searching for all along.

It doesn't have any locks at all
simply because
You are the key.





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Within Blue Eyes

She sings sweetly a song borne of love She is a child of God and the mother of doubt she'll push and shove then hide as she dances all about lost in the wane of soft moonlight A powerful beauty contained within blue eyes, a golden stare of burning fire raging on starry night She's an essence of what cannot be restrained a shadow flirting deep into the foggy mist She's been waiting for a long slow kiss to set her free not realizing she's already there


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One More Day

Another new day has begun
and I've been given one more day
to feel the pain I always feel
from knowing that I don't belong
and that I should have never been

Another chance to mourn my dreams
as I watch them laid to rest
and wait for death to come and trade
this earthly hell for one that's earned
with the sins that are my own

Yet one more day that I may cry
though countless tears I've cried before
again examining the faults
that I regretfully possess
within this useless bag of flesh

Another day for me to swim
in the pool of my self hate
though I've been hated all my life
no one could ever hate me more
than I already hate myself

I've gained more time so I can think
about that which is wrong with me
and everything thing I cannot change
for I have tried and always fail
to change what is just meant to be

Then again it's one more day
that brings me closer to the end
of my pain and worthlessness
when I'll no longer have to face
the darkness that consumes my mind


Inspired by Sami Al-Khaliti's  The Cynical Heart contest


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Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.


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My Seaons of Change

                                                  My Seasons of Change 

1. All the world’s a sky of faded virtue, 

2. Though major events have shaped my life,  

3. they are constantly replaced with new memories, most soon to be forgotten. 

4. One day’s triumph is another’s past glory. 

5. Like clouds, people have floated into my life and portrayed themselves in a way to form my character.  

6. Some have stayed and some have gone each leaving their distinctive steps in my path. 

7. The stars which illuminate the night are like the reflection of my past decisions. 

8. Like constellations show the history of people’s lives, mine is not yet run its course, but only begun.  

9. Just as God has blessed nature with its four seasons: summer, fall, winter and spring;  

10. He has also provided me with seasons that have developed my intricate character.  

11. The first is independence.  

12. Independence had arrived at the threshold of my future around the time of my late middle school years. 

13. Independence came from situations that pushed me to the edge of change. 

14. Change was not only a shift in my surroundings but a total alteration in my world view. 

15. The perplexing opportunities challenged me to make my own decisions. 

16. With my own decisions came discernment. 

17.  My whole eighth grade year I felt the daunting shadow of high school nudging at my side. 

18. After all, my success in high school could set the course for the rest of my life 

19.  and is it not my obligation to take the gifts God has given me and use them to change the world? 

20. That doesn’t happen overnight. 

21. The rough bark of an oak tree presented itself as a symbol for the following weeks of transition. 

22. High school brought discernment. 

23. I acquired the knowledge of why things are right or wrong. 

24. Responsibility was the next season in my life. 

25. Responsibility is not only gained through trust but opposition.  

26. Now that these three seasons have come to pass, they have matured my mind and soul. 

27. The last to follow is inevitably, struggle. 

28. Seamless struggle has lingered behind mankind since the begining of time. 

29. Struggle can be neither ignored nor avoided. 

30. As lighting strikes from the sky and thunder roars so is the ever presence of daily trials. 

31. Each season represents a pillar which will withstand not only the icy winds of fear, but 

32.  provide peace and security in my spirit that can never be driven out. 


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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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My personality

Trousers and tights shirts
Tights and baggy blouses
Buff boots and converse
Heelys without wheels I do
Is what I wear 
Is what I am 
Is what I be 
Under that dress and flats
Behind that hair style and makeup
Is what I pretend to be
Is what people want me to be
Is what they want from me
It’s a switch in personality 
From boy to girl 
Or that is what they say?
I act boyish?
I am being me 
But they just won’t accept me 
It’s not like I committed a crime against nature 
I was just being me
Acting to be myself
And that is my nature
But what people also say 
What I also noticed about myself 
I intend to succeed in having
Two personalities
Tough? Soft? 
Wild, sensitive?
Adventurous, poetic?
Athletic, lazy
Singer, screamer 
Dancer, deep?
Fighter, surrender?
Strong, weak…
Is that what they say?
Or is it just mixed up? 
I’m glad I do…


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Take me to Duck Heaven

In that glistening azure pond
I had a favorite
A duck
I called
Tawnablu

A quacker kind of 
Bird
Recognizable by the 
Aquamarine 
Feathers
Atop her bobbing head
She swam aloof from
The rest

And refused all bread
Crumbs
Thrown her way
Even the finest bits
Collected from week old 
French bread

Leftovers from the
Bakery 
Down the road
The one managed by a
Croatian
Kick boxer from the Bronx
The one that
Refused entry to
Shirtless
Skateboarding
Teens
But kindly gave me
All the crusty crumbs I 
Could bag
For my 
Duck feeding 
Addiction

And I am not embarrassed 
Not so macho
To say
I loved that duck
My Tawnablu
In ways I can never
Describe

But let me try
To put my affection
Into words

Just this once:

Tawnablu,  my pretty Canard
Quacking so hard
I want to ride your back
Down a stream 
Without end

Tawnablu, my epic Canard
Quacking so hard
Take me, wild beauty
All the way to 
Duck Heaven


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Love is like a Hoagie Sandwich

He told me love was like a hoagie sandwich
He said, “You start with the bread.
It has to be the perfect bread because it is you and it is what you know you like
You add some mayonnaise and some mustard 
You know you want that
Then you try a little ham
By itself it is good but something seems to be missing
You try a little cheese and that adds a little spunk
Then you decide that maybe this is just not exactly the sandwich you want
You like it but you are not in love with it
So you try something new
This time you add a little turkey, just for fun 
Maybe some roast beef, strong and stable
Oh, and a few jalapeno’s for spice
You decide you need something bold so you add some pepperoni
More cheese because you still enjoy the mellow type
You really want perfect balance
Top it off with an extra large helping of the bread you crave
And you find that this sandwich is perfect for you
Then you realize that you can’t truly enjoy it 
You want the perfect someone to share it with
So...You have to find someone that enjoys the same things as you
Then you offer them the chance to partake in this wonderful sandwich 
Freely sharing the life you have created
If they are inclined they partake and you share in the magic
Of all the love you added into it
For yourself and for them

Life, friendship, spice, spunk, laughter, balance
And the other half (a partner to share it with)
Not too much or you end up with a party sub
Just a perfect Hoagie sandwich”

Yes, words of wisdom in disguise

My best friend taught me 
Not to take life or love too seriously
To share it with the ones we trust and love
To put in it what you want out of it
To live, laugh, love and make beautiful memories
And to enjoy every bite! 


Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend


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The Swimming Pool

The scene is a bit too bright, and the
Water is a bit too tart. Slightly acidic,
But mostly enticing, it feels good to him.

With measured step 
He walks up - jumps - 
And falls in.

Plunging deeper he tries to see 
But the chlorine burns his eyes,
A rhythmic exhale eases the pressure on his ears
But he can’t breathe and is afraid his heart
Will beat out of his chest.

Acquiescing to his pain, he faintly hears a voice beckoning him towards the wall, 
Finally reaching the bottom he pushes off the floor,
Frantically kicking towards the surface.

Swallowing his first gulp of air, his back stings as the wind renders an aftershock of motion,
But he happily pulls toward the ladder;
Eager to climb up and plunge again. 



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Islay

Dark clouds mingle with light
Above the sandy windswept shore.
In solitude I ponder the 
Gentle restless waves--
I regulate my breathing to the 
Rhythm of their ebb and flow.
I surrender my soul
To serene surroundings
As I let its beauty enter
To restore my shattered soul.
The deeper I breathe in,
Then slowly exhale—
The greater swells my soul
With sweet serenity
Until I feel my spirit rise
Above the clouds to embrace
The welcome warmth of the sun.


*Islay, is in Scotland. My poem is about
Lossit Bay, on the West coast of the Rhinns of Islay

For Carol Brown's contest "What's Your Pleasure"


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White Night

O sleepless dawn
These streets spread along
Jump jump jump
This rope of sleep
I want to stay awake
And smile at the sun
As it hurts my eyes
Why leave on me 
When the rest are asleep
O sleepless dawn

Your moisture crawls 
On my head and feet
And damps my clothes
And licks my cheeks
Why leave on me
O sleepless dawn
When the rest are asleep

I want to wander aimlessly
In the morning light
Like a moth would roam
Around a neon light
I want to sit on cars
And catch some sight
Of slumbering eyes
O sleepless dawn
I want to stay awake
When the rest are asleep

I want to scratch my
Ears and sit on dirt
Perhaps walk barefoot
On this sullen earth
I want to sprint and sweat
And break and flee 
O sleepless dawn
Why leave on me


As I watch your rays
In the sky break free
With shadows dancing
Inside of me 
I want to be alone
In this secluded delight
O sleepless dawn
Why not hide your light
From all the rest that
Are asleep


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oddly proportioned

The idly wild emotion 
of a wind-worked wailing wall, 
four-wards high 
and five feet thick, 
impenetrable they say, 
impregnable by design, 
as lugubrious as any ocean, 
if the seas are as melancholic 
as their brininess suggests. 
He would scale this wall. 
He would walk to freedom, 
for walking had served him well. 
Frail of thought 
and free of features, 
an oddly proportioned 
practitioner 
of the practical and plain, 
his form belied his fate, 
for he would 
meet with beauty, 
and to beauty 
he would sing.


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GROUSED

                                
                                    If you decide to
                               dig up your lush green grass to
                                    Plant on my side, you~

                               Are more than welcome;
                                    Otherwise keep to your side
                               And stop complaining.~

                                    Always remember 
                               when it rains, it pours down on
                                    All God's creation.


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
08-21-2012


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Phony

A wet coin on the mall floor
of sanity's foolish hope

Lies next to others
thrown away by desperate measures
with limited dreams

As they sip on frappucinos;
non-fat coated sin.

Their broken backs
walking with stolen canes
off broke back mountains;
in God we doubt

Another exodus with no occupational hazards,
just dramatizations of puncturing joy on tongue

Torment cry the cries of soliloquy lunacy

Lunar eclipse of the heart;
crater meltdowns into stratospheric limitations

Libation,
poured into impurity perfection

Hollowed certainty,
sharp tongued cryptic verbiage 
not claiming emotion

The crippled, run
their mouth

Silent conundrums
running towards field of dreams,
they never came

Faking it
to make it

Once again

© Drake J. Eszes


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