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The farm
     and the porch light hums 
the sound of another 
orange dawn.

Burnt up – crisp
      aching new reaches 
of the imagination turn 
from corn
      to wheat
to the pungent shade
of dried blood on hands –
kissing corners of a mouth
never kissed.

Sweeping ‘cross in whispers 
two thousand years
      and more, come
words on the flat-line horizon,
dripping sideways,
like a red cat's eye marble 
on a circular seesaw
that knows no bounds;
rolling infinitely back
     and forth - 
ringing through ears that were once
in that ago (can you hear it?)
hearing the coming of a storm 
     being heard 
by another set of ears,
in some other when –

     some other marble.

When, speaks the unspoken.
When, treads where none may tread.
When, grips the barren outcroppings of space –
playing the unending moments –
where no other question hence forth

can grip.

Night sounds come in floods
of mauve,
      and quiet apricot;
slicing through oceans,
      where no ears hear.

The farm: echoing, lowing and fawning –
Trying to stay true 
      to form,
bleeds into the fibers of a dream
once lived –
recognizing its existence
through the act of a moment, 

The girl turns to face 
the enormity
of all she has yet to hear upon 
      the brazen, blazing horizon;
she strips down to goose bumps 
on the skin
that God gave her; 
opening her mouth to hear all
that she is –
      breathing in the dawn 
as it breaks.

The farm notes this coming.

The sky knows;

The wind knows.

The earth knows - relaxing
at her feet
through her soles,
resounding through the mouth
of the un-kissed,

breathing through this land; 
humming through porch lights,
spinning through atoms,
sifting though heavens,
recorded through lifetimes,
      and through into another’s
open mouth.

© Kristin Reynolds 1/9/09

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Buttercups and laughter

She sings in soft tones,
her magic exists beyond the obvious.
Listen closely to her wanting,
She is wrapped in a trancendent light.

A dreamer,
chasing white rabbits.
Grasping for the infinite,
with delicate hands.

A moth, 
Dances within her luminosity.
Flying on yesterday's wings,
carrying smiles that are meant for tommorow.
Witness her as she waits to exhale.

A daisy chain,
tied around her wrist.
A future promise to be kept.
For within her spirit,
exists a burning passion! 
She awaits one who is worthy,
of her consuming flame

Although she is unaware,
hers is a temporary sadness.
Happiness flirts at the edge of her dreaming,
waiting for an open window.
His shadow hidden behind frosted glass.

Shades of green,
turn brilliant yellow!
Buttercups dance around her feet.
Her laughter floats across the meadow.
Happiness runs to her open arms.

Together they skip, to her apple tree.
For hers is a faith that trancends the temple.
Her spirit sought and found salvation.
He had been with her all along,
I can see it in her smile.
The rain has passed and sunshine resides in her eyes!

For Catie Lindsey's contest. 
I hope she sees beyond her shadows to her field of buttercups.

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Color Me

Color me white, or color me black. Color
me brown, or color me red. Color me 
yellow, but color me to be just me.

Color me anyway you want. You are the 
artist, you know what to do, just capture 
my beauty and let it show through.

My beauty is not on the outside for everyone 
to see. My beauty comes from within and 
few people have seen.

Color me with the colors that you so much
love to use and when people see this painting,
they will see themselves in me.

The people will ask you - why did you put so
many colors on me and you will tell them - because
the beauty I did see.

The painting is now finished, the artist has done 
his job. A painting of many colors, that he is very 
proud of.

The colors bring beauty to the painting on the 
wall, but if we were all colored blind - we wouldn't
see any colors at all...

Copyright: written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo


I wrote this poem because through out life 
I have seen a lot of injustice done, because
of who we are , or where we came from. We
did not choose to be who we are, or where
we came from. God chose that for us. I don't
think God made a mistake when He made us.
He had His reasons. We are who we are, that
can never be changed. We live in this world.
We are God's Race...

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In The Moment

i wanted God i wanted it

...but how do you do that...



the second you touch it...

                                                                                it's gone.

it's the curse of being alive.                  After all...what are we?

                   a bundle of thin blue wires...some red tubing

our largest organ is our skin...What are we?

           our brains are unreliable...our emotions uncontrollable.

you want to grab it...hold it...

good luck!        it's a lubricated bar of soap, you can't hold 

i've life has been nothing but trying to hold on to it.

how can you be in it?   how? if you can't even hold it...

i feel like an astronaut 

                      moving aimlessly in space with no tether!

love would be my first choice.

                   when i delivered both my daughters at home

pulled them out carefully from their mothers womb...Gone!

                           their lives from one second old to now...Gone!

women...oh how i have loved...made love

                                        i have several doctorates in love making

i hold women more carefully 
             than i do an over bloomed flower
                                       as to  not lose a single petal.
i refuse to breathe 
                  just to hold their scent 
                                                 as long i can.
treasure their face...
                 die in the act of a single kiss
                                                                  dress myself in their skin.

   it can't be done
          as soon as it happens
                                                it is gone

you can't live there        
                 it is like Brigadoon.     
                               you'll never find it again.

you can't really live in the moment              

not really

it is gone as you live it...

the present, is immediately...the past

it is fleeting             

never to be held

                         i know...
                               i want so many moments back...
                                                                       just to live in them.
                                                                                      you can' don't.

we live what was...

dream of what might be.

live in the moment? 

as my words hit the page...the moments passed.  

in the moment? 

yes! i know i've been there

i just can't hold it. 

                      the smell of the ocean...
                                it's loud heavy metal music...
                                               the meandering haze in the air
                                                              that "i am invincible" feeling

the first time you held her...

your one true love now gone.

                     the chiseled pillow look of clouds 
                                                          looking down at you
                                                                     as if you were the one.

that huge neon moon...

sits low in its living room.

a baby breeze 

touches lightly your breath.

                                 a gripping moment 
                                                 of unconscious union
                                                                     moments galore...

in the moment?

 i've tried!

it's always left as it happens. 

gone quicker than lived

and than 

only imagined.

Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: In The Moment 

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When Cities Yell

what grows from these petri dishes? when will these hives with their metal monsters their deceiving smiles their artistic like visages stop breeding, stop growing, like a virus? what of the fertile land they cover, the resources they consume? what of their ravenous appetite? and barely a forest untouched. 17~12~2014 Maurice Yvonne

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The Circles

Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!

Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor.

Waiting for the light in the window 
Dark vision comes down into my eyes by cycle-weariness
Down from one circle to another circle in time-blindness

Who stands here, the Islamic old man!
Frustrated vision!
History of terrorism was carved on his burnt body
He wants to say something!

A white-complexioned Christian young man stands into the neighbor circle,
Surprised eyes! 
White-skinned history was printed on his blood-stained body 
He wants to know something!

A dark-colored Hindu boy stands into the third circle, 
Illusive vision!
History of third world is awakened on his envenomed body
He wants a little smile!

The old man, young man and boy are coming forward from the circles
Great distance... Near front the room... 
Who are you? No reply
They disappear into the tuberose equipped black and white photo of my father
Dad is smiling, I am senseless! 

Tears are dropping from the eyes of our cat on the corridor.


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Movements of Beginnings

                                                                   written on time’s page
                                                        with finite syllables of dust
                                                  he spelled my heritage
                                           from earth to sky
                                     along an umbilical line of faith 

                                 we fluttered from the lips of fingers
                           fully form for purpose
                       written on an invisible calculus
                that bring monarchs where birth mark lingers
            and salmons somersaulting sluice and streams
      turtles, penguins, and herons white wings
netted in design with nested tabula rasa  mind 

I have an argument
   against the beginning begotten from a bang 
      before atom or element
         I have an argument against force and natural laws
             at work without mass or embodiment
                 for embryonic gravity or forces weak or strong
                    I have an argument
                        that the singularity could not become more than fragment
                           of energy again if a single atom explode 
                              its forces flocking away from fusion
                                 for energy fission to explode

                                  a theory 
                         flimsy as spiders web
                  dethroning my majesty gulped 
          in primeval slime unlinked history from love
  minimizing the particular time of our becoming on ships 
that met the stagnant eyes of swampy thoughts … shuddering 
                                    in vain
                     the whip cracks louder than pain -
             and on our black blistered backs … crumbling 
soils in desertification threw some syllables skywards for mercy
                               starvation winds with sickle clouds of rain  
                                 they lie again ... leaving us without inheritance
                                    for all our labors, lost, and grievance
                                      what bang can buck the strain 
                                          and bring us broken souls to glory again?

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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,
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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                   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.

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

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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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The Butterfly

I pursued a butterfly through the woods.
It fluttered, just always beyond my reach.
The more I pursued, the more it teased.
Stalking it, like prey, it just fluttered away.
I found  a moss covered log to rest,
Sitting in a serene, secluded spot.
A butterfly came ,sat upon the log.
I caught it in the palm of my hands.
It's wings became a rapid flutter,
Trying to escape my grasp.
I opened my hands , freeing it.
If we pursued things in life,
They become unattainable.
If we sit quietly and reflect,
they become attainable.
Chasing our dreams may be
as allusive as the butterfly.
Finding them as beautiful as the butterfly.

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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 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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Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God

Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Kanpur India     13th June 2006

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The Pain

A true poet knows
What is the pain of another poet!

Poem-writers don't understand the gravity.

They make a noise.


(The poem is dedicated to the honorable administrators of Poetry Soup)

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Sunshine Eats Its Armor

Sunshine Eats Its Armor

Night is an old fish
deep in a dark sea
racing ever upward,
emerging into light

slow to eat more
yet steady as she goes
ever changing its tails,

seeking life anew
a future never known,

breaking against all
speeding into a mist
longed for by many,
desires on every list

Night is a new fish
racing down to flee
sunshine eats its armor
deep, dark it wants to be

Robert J. Lindley

note: A little free verse tonight. Even as I try, poetic  rhyme still sneaks in..
like a dog chasing a juicy 

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Walk a Mile

I put on your shoes
Tried to walk a mile
Sadly they were way to tight
I felt an old nail digging into my soul
I tried loosening the laces
However the knots were way too tight
Pain coursed through my body with each step
I walked through a puddle
Water poured through the holes
I became chilled to the bone

I stared at my sore feet
These had been lovely shoes at one time
Shining with such possibility
Now they have been scuffed 
Walked through the mud
Left out in the cold
The protection they offered
Has long gone away

So I wonder
Is it not time
For a new pair of shoes

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You Man

-a request by Mam Aiyah

You as a man can fill up this world
With the love of your heart,
Let them flow into your veins
As the oxygen of your spirit
Goes into the lungs of your kindness

You as a man can share the thoughts of your brain,
Even though your memory is not that enough to complete the story
Let your axon abound and connect to the spinal cord of your dreams

You as a man can smile with your lips
Let there be a good quotes for every word
Of your mouth as they slip,
Swallow all the sorrows, 
Cut the sadness of your teeth, make them fly away

You as a man can show your eyes with happiness,
Mix this with inspirations
As they blink in with visionaries

You as a man can smell the fragrance of nice posture
Strain the bad from good using your cilia,
As your thumb and index made it concrete
And threw them at a distance

You as a man can hear solutions,
Can fight all the negative pictures
With your muscles in your skeleton,
You can build a problem killer device
Energy is your emotions,

You as a man can face all of your knotty points
You can hold the sky,
As your feet stay on the ground…
Because you as a MAN,
Is H U M A N…

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Who is the reader of poetry

Are you educated?
Have you injured heart?
Have you purified brain?
Do you believe in truth?
Are you alone?
Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic?
Are you a secular person?
Do you believe in democracy?

If your answers are YES...

You have poetic mind.
You are the reader of poetry.
You are the real minority in the world. 

Keep patience.
The earth is moving.
It is proved that new history is created by the minorities. 


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-- and there are proverbs

Weak, weary and thirsty
from turning the other cheek,
I knowingly drink from a well 
made virulent by his animosity; 
a hatred spawned by insecurities.

My blood turns venomous,
seeps into my pen -- 
then commences a purging
in hope of not corroding from within.

With veins cleansed of his bane,
I witness ink evaporate,
and the well is replenished
by clouds unleashing acid rain.

As the epidemic spreads through town,
I fold the blade in a septic forge
while chanting the cliche
about what happens to those
who choose to wield the sword.

April 5th, 2014


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King Vlad

King Vlad is anything but Democracy’s man of the hour.
Rather, à coup sûr, he’s really Stalin’s nasty little boy
who ironically parades "svoboda" and "glasnost" like 
he really means them—actually he means them not.

King Vlad’s political traditions and pronouncements 
are well-known among those who are sadly aware
of his tapestry of treachery and deceit—oh so slovenly woven
for all to see, just like some of his fellow-gangster favorites:
Lenin, Stalin, Beria, Molotov, Brezhnev, and Andropov.

King Vlad is anything but a real world leader . . .
His "Kind" are an open book for all to see and understand
what they are and what they mean for all who strive
for openness, decency, and real compassion in the
twenty-first century world order.

King Vlad—just like his Dracula name sake,
is a man without a soul, without a conscience,
who shall never shudder, wince or cry
at the piercing death rattle of a Kalashnikov.

King Vlad is truly no friend of Democracy, 
sounding even at times not unlike Hitler;
he’s a demon leader with innocent blood on his hands,
always quick with the old Soviet reply:
Lie . . . Deny . . . Accuse . . . Reject . . . Criticize . . . 
all tools of this redoubtable master of prevarication.

King Vlad should know that the Heavenly Souls 
of flight MH17 know the "bitter truth," gorkaya pravda, 
surrounding his lies, treachery, and deceit—all pejorative 
attributes to a man with the mask of a real monster who 
had the very best Soviet teachers.

And so Generalissimo Stalin . . . 
How do you like your nasty little boy now???
He’s right up your alley, right???

“Putin” has five letters just like “Devil.”

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 9, 2014)
(Free Verse)

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The Final Say

As our world spins into this blatant madness Family units like dead leaves, fading fast! Our children lost, good values tossed Idols abound, keeps us in a choke! Excesses, extreme shape our lives The Golden Rule, now a corny joke! A simple guide to can heal our earth-disregarded Yet, in spite of all these, God will have the final say When wars and storms sweep across our earth Leaders ignore the hour at hand Perhaps, the last to stand as men To right the wrongs of history past And re enact laws to seal the cracks! Potent winds arising, already on track Remember, love for man and nature will heal this earth Yes, I believe, in spite of all these, My God will have the final say So let the politicians, argue, fight and scheme Let the liars, deceivers, play their games!” Let death merchants chant their evil anthem “It’s not a child, but a piece of flesh”! While the years like pages torn from a book All blowing away like dust in the wind Gone forever beyond eternity's veil! 'Too simplistic', some claim, that love's the remedy Yet, in spite of all these, I will fear no end, for My God will have the final say! ~*~

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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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The Toilet Of Our Existence

It was what it was A stunning photograph of a toilet Ironically it was in the end a microcosm of life today Creative and positive in its composition Limited and depressing in its stark reality No matter how you paint it we are in the toilet of our existence No matter how you condemn it it's how you deal with it what you make of it and in the end even a shit house serves its purpose

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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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Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of  distant gulls,
your only friend. And 
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.

And beneath,
by the dangling sway, 
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.

Then the wind 
arousing your sail and
it swells into life
and draws you towards home.

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to dream without a conscience
is for the weak and vulnerable
it gives them a chance to break free
from familiar prisons

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Twirling Revelations

Warmth, surrounded me…always
My lips, my eyes, closed… 
Mesmerized by the darkness that brought me consolation
I remember there were colors under those lids,
Green, spurts of purple…and sporadic yellows and reds
They danced and flashed
Whenever your voice rumbled and vibrated my abode
I remember the earthquakes of laughter 
That pushed me against the soft, supported side…
I merely bounced back to the middle again
My legs, bending, and then kicking off against it
My body twirling in the lavish liquid
Natural twists and turns that were later underappreciated
Twists and turns that were who I was
I didn’t realize they would always shape who I am

Deep voice—music—surrounded me always
My ears opened to the muffled marvel
Curious of the outside world that birthed the mysteries of who I am
I recall frustration, kicking against your soft insides….
Colors of black, gray tints, and calming browns…
That left me gurgling for more of those outside sounds
Because that first day I heard the lightning yells
The hot swells of your insides boiled
My body twirled and twirled as I heard you wail
My heart beat faster—wanting more to leave this vessel
Wanting to be a separate thing
Wanting all to hear me scream
To feel the cold, rubbery hands of a stranger
Lift me—and to your breast—gift me

It was always the warmth of the liquid
And the comfort of our bond
That always remained 

Bonds and beliefs never dry 
Blood is blood
Color is color
It is living to be separate that makes us gods

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The world is perfect – 
That’s what everyone says.
The world has no faults – 
That’s what everyone says.
“Everyone belongs;
Everyone fits in. 
There will be no mismatched piece.”
That’s what everyone says, that’s what everyone believes.
Everyone except me. 
I am not perfect;
I have an infinite number of faults.
I don’t belong;
I don’t fit in.
I am the mismatched piece.
Always on the fringe, never able to join in on the big picture;
Always on the outside looking in.
Still, “Everyone belongs;
Everyone fits in. 
There will be no mismatched piece.” is what everyone continues to say,
And that’s what everyone believes. 
Everyone except me. 
No one notices, but I guess that’s because I’m always on the outside looking in. 

Notes: This just came to me when I was thinking about the topic "propaganda" and I literally just penned this down in about 5-10 minutes. Sometimes I get on a high and this just happens. Same thing for my first submission, "Acceptance". I was so groggy at 6.50 in the morning but I had to write something out for some random Literature thingamajig and hence ensued the birth of "Acceptance". :)

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Sliding is the twilight

Sliding is the twilight
into the silence of the sea. 
A multi paged book
calling for me
to milk its poetry
verse by verse.

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Poetry Won't Hold Her Tongue

Poetry won't hold her tongue
When desperate times
And the little men they breed
Would counsel silence.

     She bursts instead Athenalike
     From out the wearied brain
     Or grows painfully from every vein
     Like ivy's tiny tendrils
     Pulling monuments to ground
     Inch by inch
     To let in the light and rain
     From which newer monuments may grow.

She cares not at all 
For their inconvenience.

     She shows herself so many ways:
     As the boldly topless Priestess,
     Snakes coiled about her outstreatched arms

     As the nun in golden sunlight
     Falling through cathedral stone

 This lady is a child
 All innocence of face
 And Ageless eyes
 She knows all that remains of purity,
 And every excess she also calls her own.

She woos the soul with its own music;
Her skin of sunsets draws her devotees
Towards her embrace
Her sweetcool breath like snowind calling
She comes again unbidden
Whispering her sweet nothings,
Bearing words to work

     Creation     Destruction     Change

Upon her restless,

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

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Moments In Time

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

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

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

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

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Interalphabetnet sex stew

Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intracacises that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie 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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Things Fall Apart

Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders  hardened the 
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which 
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue. 
Our agricultural and peaceful 
"green white green", they've turned to 
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.

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As Utopia Sleeps

We have taken all anxiety
into our dreams
cruel, unfathomable acts 
lodge into our fascia, as pain

Part of a raging beast, 
oozing out of control
helpless cells, imbued with a wisdom
overcome by cancerous greed.

 We chase frothy bubbles
lose concerns in selfish
pursuits-far be it from us to be
the conduit that delivers peace

Our earth
seen from a moon flight
has a fragile beauty well known to us
Its oceans of miracles, clear water
pure air, be-mucked by enterprise
and murder, murder everywhere.

Silly minds twisted beyond Nature's purity
Dragon's teeth sprouted eons ago
Death hangs over us-the years too brief
Two and fro we leap from history to history
Blood and mayhem and un-numbered griefs.

The world, full of troubles,  as Utopia sleeps

Suzanne Delaney

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Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.

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The Old Man In The Mirror

The Old Man In The Mirror

Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning?
When I shave and shower he is there living in a pane of glass
Grey hairs replacing the dark walnut brown
More and more each day, each hour
Eyes looking tired from ages of struggles
Each reflecting a soul which was once so full of life
Now it lays stagnant and lost
It has the memories of its youth
Doing this that that man can only now remember
Wrinkles took so long to show
Even fooling that old man into thinking he was younger than he is
Every grey hair, every wrinkle has been earned
They are the wages of stress, pain and anxiety of aging
Some called them badges of honor
I look in the mirror and see that old man looking back at me
I don’t see honor, pain, stress or anxiety
That old man looking back at me has lived a full life
Successes and mistakes of the past are reflected in the mirror
Lost loves and loves found are hidden in his spirit
I look at the old man in the mirror 
I look at the grey hair and the sad eyes
I see each and every wrinkle
I look at the old man in the mirror and I see life

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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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smitten with raincoats

Low and behold the hypothetical child… 
smitten with raincoats and anorexic amber… 
silently imbued with a spiritual vocation;
the pension led phonographs of silver split denial… 
passively fathered by motherless harlots
… castrated by the wire… 
low and behold the hypothetical child…

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The Jungle Book

This misty sky
a reflection of our misty life
in its sucked up, clouded vision
without any sense of perception, 
its hopes, its desperation, its life,
clinging, slipping, dropping away
from view, from all of us,
droids and prefects alike, 
too numerous
to see through the mess, 
too brain dead to think aloud,
 to escape from this sick world 
of profits in money not in hope 
or dreams or love or life,
created by our bosses to protect
 and huddle us from the harsh
realities of unknown centuries
and create our own 'civil'isation,
our life our hopes hanging on their walls

The misty sky is all in our sight
I want to be on the star shining bright

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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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Sanguine Sky

Sanguine blush, outreaching its origin,
Roses bloom across the painting.
The sky extends its insubstantial limb,
Spreading its fingers- in gesture towards you.
A great fan, coral but crimson,
Shifting,  yet still- tumbling across eternity.
The horizon appears, in a flash of pink rainbow,
Love, of the universe, of humanity,
Of life, appears… and evaporates; a gradual decline, 
of colour; but so sudden too,
And we are left once more,
In solitude.

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Human Frailty

...Apologies to Heraclitus and W. H. Auden...

We, defeated by the merest things,
in defeat, endure...for now.

No abiding truth in "faith":
origins and destinations
we cannot differentiate,
all random, unguided
by any prescient power;
but, not illogical (there is no illogic.)

We impose all "universal order,"
influence what subsequently occurs,
to learn, or not, through endless repetition,
endless failure...and we are
but a current iteration,
here for now -- like all,
in constant flux,
defeated by the merest things.

Courage and nobility derived
from continued confrontation,
continued endless struggle,
let us "show an affirming flame."

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A moment of happiness

The pursuit of happiness is…
…mining each moment for something that feels good.
Moments are all about savoring, appreciating…
…and taking in without resistance whatever it is that shows up.

A moment is not about justifying your existence. It's justified. You exist. 
It isn’t about proving your worthiness. It's done. You are worthy. 
It isn't about achieving success. You never fully get it done. 
It is about "How much joy can this moment deliver to me?" 

And some of you like them fast, some of you like them slow. 
Neither is better or best. Neither is right or wrong.
You get to choose. No one is keeping score.

All that is, is all that is.
The only measurement is between your desire and your allowing. 
And your emotions tell you everything there is about that.

Inspired by an Abraham-Hicks quote from April, 2002.

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Lust versus LOVE

We forget lessons learnt in moments of bliss. 
Our minds wiped clean with a passionate kiss. 
To attain something called love we take a risk.
You indulged in lust and lost your focus. 

I fell into a trap with out even knowing. 
I accepted dark glazed with 
light ,tempted by the glowing.
Lust never helped my 
heart and its growing.  
The juices of your genital was
the only thing flowing.

You see lust and love are to different things. 
Lust unfurls the condoms ring. 
Love unfurls a wedding ring. 
I want more than lust. 
I needed your love loyalty and trust. 
Thus that's were the fuss started with us...
You wanted my flesh,I wanted your soul.
I guess that's why two different stories were told

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TheShe,The Shrew

Sinew torqued and bowed as he pressed the weight Of drudge claimed goods to be stacked and stowed. The lady claimed that his omnipresent proclivities Would neither build strength of character nor stature. Laugh, she did, as she knew the wolverine has left the den, To build his muscle with more willing obstructions. The starving dog follows the master who feeds him: And she, the mistress, always leaves flesh on the bone

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Dearest Universe

Dearest Universe,

May I call you dearest?
Though sorrow has shadowed
Our years together for I soon learned
The lamb does fall to the lion,
A lizard’s poison can kill a calf,
And often men in prayer are swept by 
Fear into a whirlpool's darkness.
Still I long to touch; to be touched
By a presence that I sense in the beauty
Of the velvet night. My head bows before 
The grandeur of morning's golden lights,
The vibrant glow of living colors
Bursting into verdant springs,
Light that flows from a great 
Painter’s hands--ribbons of such light.
I have seen a legion of men 
Gone into the chaos of dirt and blood
To ease  suffering
The arc of a rainbow; 
The last fragrance of a warmed
Rose in spring,  Light and darkness.

My dearest Universe,
To the images of light I cling.

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The Toilet Dream Speaks The Truth

I had a dream
Where all my clothes
Were in my toilet bowl
Clogging it.

Apparently this means that
I am drenched in emotions
Which need to be released
And expressed,

So I wrote
This poem.

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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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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

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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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Cry for the human race
Cherubs borne equal; loving, we look the other way

Cry for the human race
As we reach for mistrust, envy and greed

Cry for the human race
For we are one; brothers; sisters. One family 

Cry for the human race
For trust is gone.

Cry for the human race
For twisted tongues; false wars; fallen heroes 

Cry for the human race
Our humanity diminished; saviours forgotten; roots trodden

Cry for the human race
For the learned are lost; politicians thwarted

Cry for the human race
Centuries of apprenticeship; lessons unlearned

Cry for the human race
As Mother gives up her bounty; her tears run dry

Cry for the human race
As whales breach and cliffs stand in glory

Cry for the human race
For we cannot see our reflection

Cry for the Cherubs, for they are lost to mankind.

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Stems - A Greater Harvest

The tags are labels placed on a table.
Beginning with A and ending with Z, the labels placed on the table enables me to readings.
I defeated being judgmental and did not become analytic.
My mind is a schema.

The stems are roots ending.
Argumentative are the colors exploding.
White becomes mixed and black is a misted.
Meaning is that both are within an element.

The bags that I carry appear to be heavy but they are not.
They are held many ways so that my arms will not tire.
I walk with a slight lean to my shoulder because my purse must strap.
I arch upright like a cat.

The stems rooted and garlic is scape.
The railroad track is the shortcut we take.
The blood is enriched and the heart strengthens.
Once grown, he knows life ascertains.

Pulling back the curtains, he views the beautiful garden planted by his beloved mother.
The clothes in this bag I will wash completing my chores for today.
Once done, I will leave to find something to enhance my life.
I feel agitated and I must relax.

Tomorrow will be one of the best days in time.
The stem is a broken root.
It uses or loses its route to new growth.
The knowledge it provides is wisdom to the planter.

                                   The stem asks the question of why did this happen.

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The truth in time

Time is the most precious possession the universe holds.
It is powerful beyond all measure.
It is loyal but also very unforgiving.

Time will test our strength and will power.
It will expose our weakness.
Time will challenge our thoughts and emotions.
It will be relentless in its endeavor to prove love unstable and lacking.
Time will push boundaries.
It will surpass limitations and barriers. 
Time will change you...
Time will possibly break you...
Time may even heal you...

Time is not to be undervalued or assessed.
Time can not be exacted, it is a gift, an allowance.
We are given time so that we may discover who we were, who we are, and who we long to be...
We are given time to uncover the endless possibilities that lie before us.
We are given time to gain enlightenment, to learn, and to teach.
We are given time to be free, to be liberated, to be alive!!!

But, in time, you will always find a profound truth...

Time is borrowed, only a certain amount allotted.
It is owed all of your energy and spirit. 
You have to explode every day.
Only slow down for those magical moments.
To absorb all the character needed to become a philanthropic warrior.
A guardian and a leader to those who do not understand the true concept of time.

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A Touch Of Class

A Touch Of Class A touch of class, I wish I had, but what is that? To some people - it means to be rich. Others just say that they have class, for reasons that only they know. If you have money - you got class. If you don't you are considered trash, or so they say. Class I think comes in different forms. Some people marry into class. Some people gain class and some people are born with class. To have class is to never brag about your exploits. Let others do it for you. A touch of class is like a touch of MINK. You see it but you can't catch it. To have class is to respect others and to respect yourself. That's what I think is CLASS...
02/03/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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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.

Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure

I want 
I must 
Have this.

I sink
The brink
Of madness.

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No Pain.

Help me…

To stand ever resolute
Amongst perpetual ambiguity
That slowly expends me
When I am not vigilant
If I have firmly decided
To walk that razors edge
Where the vile assail me
Allow me the shield
Of His name
Where I will ever feel

No pain…

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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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A star has fallen

A star has fallen
a brush of light
that painted
a little corner deep
in the firmament
before it turns 
into dark.

A dream that vanished
before it even became
a glisten of wish
a bud that withered away
before I study it

or it was just a breath
which sacrificed itself
for other breaths
and shone like a Sun
before it unites itself
with the Infinite Being
the 'Ancient of Days'.

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Speaking Of Michael Brown

Through the mist ...
vision blurred by the bias of our views
clouding our reason
unable to walk in another men's shoes.
Blinded by the fog ... 
thoughts offered by signs in hand
daring others to cross
convinced we are right, our dissenters lost.

War is declared ...
the air thick with opinion.
Battles commence ... 
destruction of all that is held dear.
Guns blowing smoke
Swords red hot metal forged
Wrapped in the rising haze of heat
Voices raised dirty the streets.

Nowhere  in sight ...  clear rationale
no time to hear; no effort to see.
Air, a toxic mist, release the inner pain that i feel
eyes blinded by tears - no more chances, my friend.

Through the mist ... 
no one hears.
This our reality when ideas supersede our fellow beings.
Through the mist ...
I see no love - hate guised as ideas.

Oh if they could see through the mist...
That is us on both sides of the street.

Maurice Yvonne

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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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The Prophesy of Me

These Hallowed halls
Frequented by myth and griffin
Whose presence Guards these priceless minds
 Protecting the unwritten novels
M C Squared and ingenious thoughts
The prophesy of zero one

This gluttony of ideas thirsting on capitalisms juice
Summoning their messiahs to walk among us
The commodities of life, this treasured bible
Children the future and Capitalism dissects,
 Yet Another batch of disciples

So what care I for prophets of doom
Population before climate 
Religion over peace
Vanity before reason
Pride over poverty
Cap and gown before that which created me
For I live high above these ghetto streets

Yet my peace is drowned by Evening chorus
Screams from the gutter
Another tattoo and the rush of heroin 
Another type of messiah 
Something for the poor to believe in
Just another nickel and dime resource to me

Yet to hear this is a damnation of me
This arrogance over nature
To control that thing
That shackles our existence
That jails our thoughts
Prostitutes our freedom
And lets us die without reason

This way of life
Of poverty and desperation
Of concrete and aborted foetus
Of welfare cheques and sex for sale

Of unhappy beings behind
Unhappy doors 
Protecting their own portals of betrayal
In a private subjugated hell
For Compassion has left these mortal beings 
And my mind is closed, for there is no profit for me

But conscience is my jury
And nailed to this holy cross
The verdict is written
Vermin under the butterfly
For compassion was never my thing?
And Human nature can be,
A most desperate thing.

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To Snow and Angel Dust

                She bounced right off the inkling
                             . . . . . . . . .   golden rings and tinker bells winking
                                                                on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
                through the galaxies spinning
                             . . . . . . . . .  aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
                                                                atwist amidst anticipating ...
                on Halley’s comet tail she flew
                             . . . . . . . . .  in the genius of a snowflake parade
                                                                 in search ... in search
                                                       . . . . . of something he once said
                to the atmosphere on a cloudy
                             . . . . . . . . .  day
                                                      over rooftops flurried in December snow
                in a glance of her cosmic smile, 
                             . . . . . . . . .  she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
                                                                 sang songs of fields of poppies soon
                budding beneath the snow,
                             . . . . . . . . .  and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
                                                                  upon the world
                and the earth shimmered in many colors
                                                                  and gave praise
                             . . . . . . . . .  and the angels came and fetched her up ~
                                                                  and He smiled.

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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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The Glass

Thrice I was asked the age old question
Was the glass half full or half empty
Always afraid of a trick, I could not make sense of the axiom
The possibility of either did make me think plenty.

One day two friends came and filled a glass to the brim
I took my own, curious, I filled mine halfway
Not to boast, but I smiled, and made a grin
I asked of them the same question to let them say.

Both were concerned and afraid of my disorder
I drank, drained the glass, and put back in the sink
I finally made a decision & my mind was in order
I saw it as both, neither, and a tool from which to drink!

You see, I always saw optimism naïve as half full
Pessimism it is always half empty and no fun
Realism it is just a glass and the question is null
Opportunism is to use the glass first so my thirst is undone.

the Opportunist

Copyright 3/11/14

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Imaginary Universe

does exist?
is there any proof?

do we hope to discover,
anything beyond what we think we can see?
in the end we are figments of imagination

without imagination this entire world will fall to pieces!
none of us will ever know because we never really were here, or were we?

Suzette Prime:
Prime number & Philosophy contest

i used increasing prime numbers to explore and challenge my own thinking.

every line is prime including contest name.

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

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

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

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

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

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

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

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

Eric (and sometimes not)

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All The Toys Are Broken

Teddy bears on the bed, 
a little red fire engine on the floor.
Even though the batteries are missing,
a childs heart should see the lights flashing 
and hear the sirens roar.

The hand made rocket ships never take off to Mars.
The model airplanes that hang from the ceiling
never have a background full of stars.

The imagination should have been filled with dreams 
and allowed to run wild.
Some things never happen 
when the heart is stolen from a child.

A childs heart must not be allowed 
to grow all on its own.
The evils left behind will show their faces, 
even when the child has grown.

The heart of a child should be smothered with hugs,
and many loving words spoken.
If a child's heart never comes to life,
the toys will always seem broken.

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White Tulips

Verses, full of the obvious.
Natural observations,
made from the inner core, of an outer mind set.

Standing strong, on a blended stem.
White petals, folded gently together.
Closed, in a semblance of peace.

A simple illusion of bursting newness,
longing to open and receive,
the warmth of the sun.

The revelations of possibility,
flow like neon bravery,
through the roots of the garden circle.

Lighting the way.
Never ceasing.
To stop, would mean the demise of faith.

Flowers, taken for granted by subconscious choice.
Fearing to bloom fully,
lest the white petals fall like tears.
Detached forever,
from the blended stem.

Take time to smell the flowers.
Maybe hold them tightly,
with an equality of understanding.

Touching each and every one,
with the comfort and love,
that is their destined role...
on this ride.

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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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Life is full of trials and pain, yet with each one strength is gained. 
Character is not built from ease, but from hard things like death and disease.
This I've learned in my life, to have peace even in strife!

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What Is It To Be A Tree

What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the time or do they like me long 
............................................................for autonomy

Do their branches reach for another’s touch? 
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?

When a tree falls does another one grieve?

Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free 
as he does....... from me?

Does life always include such serious stuff? 
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?

Do they ever 
to find
the sea?
To fly 
to fly?
like me?
What on earth is it like be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely? 
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?

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The minstrel and the rubbish

The minstrel and the rubbish
	To a homeless in N.Y., who had a guitar to keep him company
                                      But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant. 
                                                                                                   (Matthew, 23, 11)
The rubbish was blown aside
by the arid marching of the wind
leaving the whole street clear
for the minstrel who was crooning
his latest composition
to the street’s dream-recipients,

while the voltage of the wind
was going down at intervals
under the burden 
of the unexpected stave.

The night was watchful 
- you’d say she dreaded –
lest she bumped into the chords
and crush their solitary waving.
Breastfeeding music the minstrel
was opening up new pathways
to the question marks
of his melodies.

Me, what was I then
I still haven’t found.
Wind, rubbish, onlooker
or something else?

The minstrel ’s mute audience,
the rubbish, transcended its nature
at Time’s attendance register

and, after all, it would not
have always been rubbish
and some of it would have had
its own illustrious past, too,
and it must have known
what it means to have
eyes that leave Love
as a map to find them back
and warmth that has left,
as a memorial,
its fleeting past,
with Hope
as its one and only stamp.

All alone the minstrel,
homeless with his homeless guitar
housed his trivial dreams,
under the yoke 
of the obese city’s wind,

in his Heavenly Melodies. 
(translated by the original ‘O ???a??d?? ?a? ta s???p?da’, by the poet,  from his book of the same title.)

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Melancholy Mists

I gaze at pregnant clouds outside my window
Overcast to match my inner darkness
Wind howls through trees like sadness through my soul
Melancholy mists cloak me in their soft caress.

Raindrops like chandelier prisms
Illusive rainbows reflect off crystal panes
Lazy daydreams of drifting recollections
Water color tapestries of tie dyed stains.

What went before cannot be changed
Dust motes dancing on stagnant air
Aspiration surrendered to forgotten needs
A past littered with dreams stripped bare.

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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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I Am Ghost

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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His Wait

I move along my path in cosmic silence, a boulder to those shiny stones, the stars I keep in sight. The many times I curve around the radiating fountain of my force seems everlasting. The space I travel through is vast, and yet. . . . to the eye of my Creator, this voyage I make is but a jaunt. His wait for me to cease will have been a pittance of a pause.

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In My Prime

I stand
in my prime
sure of my identity
but oblivious to my place in the world
you cannot change me into what you want me to be
but if you would accept me for the wonder that I already am
you may find yourself start to change into something more wonderful than us both

For SUZETTE PRIME contest – 11th November 2012

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Life's Model Role Is To Be A Good Role Model

While I may never be remembered as a trail maker, I most assuredly mark the trails I follow. Even when void of conscious effort, As footprints indent wetted ground, I leave tell tale signs of having been there. The innocent may follow me because I'm trusted, Some may follow out of love or respect, Others, like gulls following a trawler, Await some tidbit that I might cast aside. But whatever the reason, It behooves me to acknowledge, That many are the eyes that scrutinize my every move And perhaps, even though uninvited, Unfamiliar names and faces, Have taken temporary refuge in my shadow?

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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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A long, long time ago
Chivalry was wearing silver armour
Travelling the countryside it rode a white horse
Championed the weak, fought for all that was right
It taught men of honour how to treat the fairer sex
It was the force of good in the medieval world
The world changed in a thousand years
Chivalry disappeared as time went by
The politeness and honour of that time was never meant to last
Rudeness grew as the cities blossomed
Even please and thank you are hardly ever heard
There is more and more violence against innocents
Women, once worshipped by the men who knew them
Now they are beaten by men who never learned to care
Even children, the most innocent of all, are abused
Humans forgot how to act with each other
The chivalrous are gone along with their morals
The world needs one white knight riding on his white horse
One who remembers what was taught so long ago
One who will live the simple rules as so to teach our children
Chivalry will one day return
It takes is one person to care about politeness
One knight to ride in on a white horse and say please
Just one word said by the right person
Then everyone will have the respect they deserve
And we will bring the chivalry back to civilization

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The Artifice Of Desire.

In those unconscious moments
When midnight sweeps in on you
Surrounded by a sweet contempt
Offering the taste of cool dark water
With essences of serene moonlight
Desires fruit peaked and ripened
Hangs just over you waiting
You reach out only to realize
Within those few feet to desire
Eternity lies in wait for its prey
Leaving only a silvery and pallid 
Reflection that undulates and drips
From the touch of your fingers

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not all is lost

Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
creatures plunder 
fallen treasures. 
Under the garden chair, 
a pair 
of summer shoes lie - 
Not all roses die 
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still, 
waiting to be found.

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Words on The Wall

It’s like you stuck in a cell When you want to be heard But there’s no medium to express yourself The wall is the only thing that you got You put your heart on it And make it salty when tears from your eyes drop You engrave heroics on it And when you trip, you scribble failure on it When life smiles you make a mark on it Your past can’t be erased, so try and embrace it. And if it’s bad, it should never show up again Maybe when someone finds this dusty wall The words on the wall can feed them Maybe they can relate. Maybe they can smile where you smiled And feel the scribbles of the pain that you felt Maybe these words can teach them a truth They could be soothing enough to heal more than an aching tooth These words on the wall are what the world sees And since words form pictures, hopefully your life is a beautiful piece You don’t need to be rich to have a masterpiece You need courage to realise what’s wrong and change it You need faith to believe and see the beauty inside Through our lives we can help cause change today You just have to show them the words on the wall.

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The Blessings Of A Writer

Language, my revered lifelong companion,
Read and write and  therefore be enlightened and intelligent,
A memory of favorite poems and authors,
Chosen to write by the Lord, God,
 Honoured to be , and humble,
All the while learned,
To experience the beauty of nature,
The dawning of another beautiful day,
To continue to learn about God's kingdom,,
The blessings of a writer.

copyright Gwen Schutz

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If I had a choice, to be anyone in life
I would choose this life that I have,
because this life of mine
has given me the ability to choose!

© Harry J Horsman 2012   

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To Be Or Not To Be

To Be Or Not To Be To be or not to be is what you want to be. If you are not, than don't be - but be all that you want to be. If you see only what you want to see, than you don't see what you need to see. Don't cry later, because you didn't see. To be like someone else - you never will be. You are different you see. If you don't try to be, what you want to be - than you never will be. 06/23/2013 written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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Seven hundred wives

Here I am,

From where,
the soul reading
did ask 

Trace me...
this pinkish soul,
and twisted blotch
of hair;

from Adam
fool !

Then Solomon did love,
at the least,
seven hundred wives

From about this,
condemned world,
I did come

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  i cannot count enough stars 
   to tell how many shine in your eyes 
     nor can i gather into one 
     the brilliance of the sun 
      that your warmth brings 
       though the sun and stars pass 
        beyond and beyond 
         all things that last 
          i'll meet you in that discovery

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My Awakening

When the world is fast asleep not me, I think and think and think how can I be more unique more I think, and think and think how will they remember me? how can I change it, more differently? how can I push and challenge me? now that my mind is unlocked and free the new sun rises and startles me my trance is broken, my awakening The new dawn rises, surprises surprises thankful to the twin gods, Isis and Osiris for removing all the sins of my past lies that was bringing me down to my demise The balance, my chalice, now undisturbed its order is hanging by my good word I do not wish to go unheard but who is there to hear me when my thoughts are stirred? In a sense of peace drop to my knees look up to the heavens they're smiling down on me how can I repay them? what is my creed? I rise now awakened revived in my belief.

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Words To Remember

Words To Remember Don't worry about what people think. Worry - if you are doing the right thing. Don't try to get where you are going too fast - just make sure you get there. Remember - it is not the same to see the bull in the ring , than to be in the ring with the bull. If your sun didn't come out today - you might see it shine tomorrow. Don't get ready if you have nowhere to go. If you choose to live on the edge - you might, one day go over. Don't live your life in a dream. wake up to reality sometime. If you live to be old - you will have many stories to tell. Don't let others make all your choices. Sometimes you have to choose for yourself...
06/29/2013 Written by Lucilla M. carrillo ,/center>

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The Sun Goes to Meet the Moon

When moonbeam was poured over the earth,
Wings adorn your heart,
Smoothed you away more than 
The yellows and pinks of the sunrays.

Same the light though,
As the sun enlightens the moon ,
It’s the best light
For it’s the light of giving.

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The Unkindness of Ravens

The rye fields’ response to the torrent was upheaval.
Hummocks rose like nubile breasts.
Worms wiggle upward toward death.
a murders of crows and an group of ravens
host the sparrows that dine.
Strewn like licorice bites from a bag,
onto the ripening spring soil, they blindly writhe.
A clamour of rooks and larks roil.
Poverties diners displayed in a murder of crows.

So must, the courtyard 
before London Tower have appeared.
So must, the cobbles before Madame Guillotine
have been sown.

And, so will the mighty fall
to the unkindness of ravens. 

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dark thoughts

darkened moon
filthy room

five fast bullets
locked and loaded

perilous inches
from my head

fate is held
by my true loves' hand

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the art of persuasion.

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

But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy 

after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for 

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

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, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish
tinge....then blackish...


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

The room darkened from his moonly mind.

"My dear, the other yours."

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If time heals all, what heals time?
For it cannot be changed, its burned into history, burned into the fabric of time like a scratch on a track.

Time can make us feel regret that we did not use it the best we could or it can make us rejoice remembering that good moment in time.

It is a fickle thing that most will not appreciate until it’s gone.

I myself have had more pain than good, but does that count as bad time as it made my character and is the reason I have this strength and insight on life. 

So I don’t believe in or good or bad moments in time, its all on how we look at it and use it going forward. 

The most important thing to remember and learn from the past is that we ALL make mistakes . .  but only a fool repeats them.

Yours Fraternally 


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Close your eyes to see the world . .  and open your heart to feel it.

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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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I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured
Greed envelopes all into stout fingers
Lust embraces passionate youth
Envy breathes in the minds of the conceited
Gluttony resides in those who are unfit
Sloth exists in those who are uninspired
Wrath remains rabid in the permanently livid
Pride sits within the excessively bold
I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured.

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Mined Mind

Surprise ties to realization binds me to lies and the truth of who I am and where I've 
been. The slim chance that I might be is whimsicle at best but the rest of the story is 
told in storey by storey by molding life into what makes sense. Intense. I can't blend 
the cold oil and water, just watch it pretend to get along. Prince's prints on my soul just 
hint of stature but not of purpose, not of plan. Not damnation or salvation but salvaging 
what can be, for whatever will be, sera. Merlin is not pleased by this pattern of 
discussion, so the percussion must change tempo and timber. The brass should ask the 
opposite. Three foot strides in the ebb-tide can't subside or I'll be crucified as well. Are 
you beside yourself as well? It's the way of my Suessesque rhetoric to make sensible 
nonsense. Thence the mined mind is twice mine and I leave you entwined, or 
undermined, as you prefer.

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My eyes wander across the lush and subtle valleys that embrace the creases in her smiling eyes. 

Illuminated with a connecting glance, 
fires of eternal genetics can not easily be subdued by reason...nor put a far by persecution.

The nervous tension could not possibly be a figment of my own anxiety.

Based off of thoughts about failure from inherit design,
I have broken too many promises already.

The folding pedals of silk embraces have withered in my attention,
My care and desire to place delicate offerings of faith,
replaced by a greed and desire for self gratification.

I have been stricken 
Stricken down by the idea of who I am,
And the promises I can keep.

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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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The Transient

I rise when time beckons,
plying along my destined course
as time doth ever blow by
to me the clock calls,
saying "On! On!! never stop"

My route I ply with time,
meeting faces along my tracks
smiling ones, grumpy ones too.
Some I touch, some I don't,
but every step draws me home.

The days, they pass me by,
even the flashing scenery too.
I laugh, I smile, I play,
I cry, I frown, I work,
sailing by on time swift wings.

But when time signals red,
who'd say otherwise?
Then know I 'tis my journey's end,
and reports would I give
at Zion's holy gates!

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Jesus in a Hat

I can only seem to watch over the world,
as it sleeps.

With my eyes closed tightly and a motion of minds' breath,
I can see brief glimpses of where I need to be,
to find my rest.

It's so beautifully odd....
like seeing Jesus in a hat.

I've taken many a circle walk, at night.

I've stopped and kissed Lestat,
while stealing lilacs in the comfort of the dark.

I suck on the candied faith,
that somehow grows from the pores of the peaceful.

I do all this, while sitting on the curb.

Standing, may cause my balance to drip,
but I will learn to dance,
inside the timesteps.

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just listening

I'm only happy when I'm sad, she said.
When people say their glad,
I get mad because,
they used the word glad, she said, we laughed.
The sings she said, I guess, 
wouldn't seem important.
If you asked if she knew Shakespeare, she'd say,
when I was born he was already dead.
She liked autobiographies because, she said,
they were books about history,
written by people who were there.
She loved the new testament,
because of what a mess it is, she said,
how great it was that Jesus gave,
gave such a big storytelling gig,
to his four buddies who couldn't write a lick.
That Jesus must have been a piss,
to hang out with, she said.

Important or not,
I didn't want to miss a word,
whatever she said,
I never waited to talk, with her,
I was happy to be,
just listening.

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Cannibals gather,
for the feast of knowledge,
devouring themselves,
in games of fire & instinct.
In desperation,
lost kings search for the King,
anointed in love.
Shepard’s forked tongues,
breed wounded warriors.
Share me not in the
bounty of bitter roots,
and darkened dreams.
Cleanse me in Lamb’s blood.
Set me free. . .

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night visions




          in clarity.

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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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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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                                        Broken hearts, but fixed faces.
                                        No scares on outer appearance.
                                           scares and dim stars within.
                                              Peace on the outside,
                                                   but war within.
                             You never truly seen the home,until you walk in.
                                 Glass broken in every room,while pretty
                                decorations outside,leaving you to assume.
                                      Any home might need a good broom.
                                      Until you walk in please don't assume. 

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I Do

Baby, I love the way our inner minds intertwine
Like the vines that drip lust-laden wine down the sides of Love’s temple
Where our thoughts become engaged
With a princess-cut diamond metaphor
Binding our minds together.
Your tongue is a ball-point pen and I am a blank page
And I want you to write all over me.
Scribble above me, below me, love me, draw in the margins -
Do you take this diary to be your spiritually wedded emotional supporter
Throughout this circle of eternity?
I do.

I do love, always have loved, and I always will love the way I can hear the 
unspoken thoughts that haven’t left your lips yet.

When I look into your eyes I don’t even see your eyes; I see my eye’s reflection 
Because we’re both doing the same thing -
Whenever we step in a separate direction we always end up at the same place - 
each other.
The temperature of our love rises in radial degrees until it reaches heat’s 
Culminating in an explosion of mental ecstasy.
I do.

I do wear those rose-colored, diamond-studded glasses meaning
That I view you without flaws.
The laws of physics cannot deny our physical dictions
Eight-lettered mandates comprising of more emotion
Than grains of salt that reside in the ocean
Only to surround your body and soul, lifting you
The three syllables that fall from the sky
Brighter than meteorites that fly by Venus
A meaningful message sent by Aphrodite directly into your spine.
Allowing Kundalini’s warmth to open your mind
Relaxing the spirit, delivering an ethereal massage.

Baby, allow me to astral project into your third eye
Only to blind you with the raw, unadulterated, shining emotion I have that
Glistens, listen
Not with your ears, but listen with the belief that you can fall backwards
On a mattress made of the fibers of my heart
And roll over on a pillow woven with the notes of singing doves
And have your insecurites evaporate as you pull a blanket of unrequited love
Up and over your body.

A body that is nothing but a mere vessel through which an angel
Lives and dies to synchronize the rhythmic beating of our hearts
Beating of our hearts

Beating of our hearts.

The only sound I’ve ever heard
The only metronome that matters.

The beating of our hearts.

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Moving Forward into Expansion....


How is it...gifted with
abilities to reason
we can all remain so unaware...

How is it...gifted with
mental ability of logic
yet,what do we really know....

Even with our limited sense
of language and words to communicate
how do you describe in uncertain terms
the unknown...yet,not completely unknown

If your regular 5 senses move beyond the norm
you hear things different
you see things different
you feel things different
again...because of our lack of impression
where do you find the tools neccesary
to convey such an inner feeling...
as you also struggle with heighten perception.....


As we continue forward into the unknown
with our continued lack of knowledge
we inadvertently create wider gaps 
furthering ourselves from the truth
energy being spent uselessly
creating further chaos and disorder....

The ancient stone builders left us a clue
in their placement of the cornerstone....
any deviation in angled positioning
would lead to a deformed structure
like the leaning tower of Pisa.....


The evolution of the mental age
requires such attention,as to rid
ourselves of the ignorant state of mind
which only furthers entropy within the self
but,also within our global community
which,if not mindful...
we continue in a deformed state of being......

HAYA....." to be...or not to be "
is not the question
it's our true quest......

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i smile now

i think of the
i crossed
to bump into you
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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In The Now

tomorrow will make the difference
while today becomes
doing and thinking and being for
is not a road until
the rut is made.
Life does not become a way of
until tomorrows become misty
and yesterdays no longer exist.
to this moment of
you want to hold onto.
drives you mad
the next moment of life
this too shall
into now.
to never have known no other time
but Now
this part of then
when is the time
Was that then Life?
plain filling
life =

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Seasons of the Bhodi

"Mahakavi...tell me, what is the body?"

'It is: the candle desiring flame;
    it is:  the universe self-contained;
       it is:  the realization of love,
          through the gratitude of pain.'


"Mahakavi...will you let me know,
   what is the nature of the soul?"


             'It is: the unwritten page;
         it is: the empty picture frame;
    it is: the absence of the self,
through the charity of change.'

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Just a sniff or a whiff 
soothes the soul,
a kiss of the syringe
fills with peace and joy
so great alas! Temporary.

Oh! what many'd give
to soar on wings eagle's
and to the highest peaks climb
amidst tunes angelic.

But many a soul oft shatter
under its grip inexorable,
bound in chains and iron fetters
to a sniff, whiff and
oh! A kiss of the syringe.

They sit back and fantasize,
but the Peace they seek
is naught but an illusion,
a dream they chase and ne'er get
till they bid the world goodbye!

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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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Steep rock formations....

Ponder this...
infinity indeed exists...
Irrelevant to human life
it circles...

Capture for an instant instant...
you have sand 
drifting from your hands....

Silver stretched across
pages of memories
that stand the test of
As time continues on...


Phantasms of capturing
       its eternal essence
always knowing
            it cannot be...
It grows wild 
upon the gardens of
our yesterdays and
         our tomorrows
and our never days....

Cliff tops of deep... is
           a sphere
Content within its drift
    always taking
               never giving

We stand
upon a worship of
                  an entity
we misunderstand
the contemplation
           is beyond our realm

like the wind
it cannot be held....

Tick tock...goes the clock
as our life just whispers by
ripples left in our wake.....

And even they will fade.....

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The Scar

 They told me..forget it..! 
 They confused me.. 
 They ordered me... 
 "Control your thoughts.."  

 Whenever I see flowers...
 My heart leaps with joy..
 But when I reach near... 
 They wither.............  

 Whenever I see babies... 
 My heart leaps with joy.. 
 But when I reach near... 
 They cry....... 
Whenever I look in mirror, 
It frightens me......... 

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Speak to me
Nimble word-master,
Construct the images
You wish me to possess.
Be fluent in your authority
To command my thoughts,
Motivate this mortal
With your perpetual souvenirs.

Present deliberate challenges,
Enticing and fascinating,
So I may be authored
By your wisdom.
Expose your riches
In stirring tones;
No matter the cost,
I will pay.

Such is your ability
To heighten my experience,
Dear poet,
Dismaying in tremendous form
And awful honesty,
Until I have become
Your slave,
Spent, replete, and supplied.

I would be forever grateful
If you’d only lend me
A breadth of your time,
Ripening my observations.
Speak to me
Sweet word-master,
And I’ll be the resolution
To your question.

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Joy in the Morning (Seven-by-Seven)

Tempest of the raging storm
Bellowing clouds up ahead
Ocean waves jumping like rope
Shattering lighting striking
Thunder roaring like boulders
Peace unto the wind be still
Joy cometh in the morning

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

Comments:  Seven by Seven has seven syllables in each line, seven lines, and 
the title is in last line. David J Shrewsbury invented the form.  

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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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We cling to things,
weighing ourselves down with them,
defining ourselves with them, 
and forgetting that our essential selves
are not bound by 
or our emotional responses to them.

Releasing these attachments,
we float like a balloon, 
rising ever closer to
the divine.

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Crawling Out From Under You

Description:  This piece deals with lies and deception...really....I am actually
                        quite serious here.

You are twenty years older than me, yet so captivating, but yesterday is too close 
and tomorrow...


as I am caught between your deception and the warmth between your thighs.

You know that I am a creature of the wind...


But honest.

Your playground is a battlefield where you conquer...defeat...destroy self-respect
with shattered glass and discontent.

I say goodbye with a straight face, although I feel as a ghost; no one will know 
about the gashes that will long remain on my spine, or the muddy secrets 
concealed within the lines of my hand.

My black eyes silently scream from your indifference, especially when I lie in bed 
at night...


After all, if you don't want me; then, please...

stop climbing on top of me.

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Felo-De-Se Dream

I just drank a fifth of vodka
A lot on my mind
I start crying
But not because I'm sad or scared
It just feels like I'm supposed to
Razor blade in my hand
Ready to cut my flesh
First I slit my neck
Then both wrists
See the blood drip
Feel it running down my skin
Hear it hit the floor
Smells great
One taste & reality hits
Blood is gone
No cuts
Or tears
A voice says,
"This is your future"
Then I wake up

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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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Arjuna Meets Krishna

On the edge
Slightly out of vision

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

It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is

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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
Made me throw it all way
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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Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound 
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.

So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil. 

Measurements of love.

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Heaven Break Every Breath

o heaven
every breath
i take
the soul
not made of flesh
o heaven
every breath
i take

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All That We Make

all that is good
all of thine
in our hearts
in the air
that we beathe
the work
that we do
things that we make
the sweet laughter and
the warm smiles
the friendships
that we cherish
the hellos and
the goodbyes
that we foretake
all of the
dreams that we share
to give and to recieve
without question
without reason
all that is fare
all that is good
all that we make

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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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Seek Ye His Face

You! – Put the gun down!!!
Take it away from your head
Erase the thought from your mind
Overcome that worried state of mind
Get on your knees and raise your head
Call on God for help and salvation
Build up your faith and your strength
Seek help from the tip of your tongue
Rejuvenate and elevate into His flock
Seek, ask, and He shall grace you
Say it, believe, and He will touch you
Now walk with me and let’s fellowship!

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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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Sweet Sweet Emily

I was born in Amhurst Massachuetts
on Decenber 10  1830 
and had died May 15  1886

My hair is bold like the chestnut burr
and my eyes like the sherry in the glass
that the guest leaves behind

I cannot write about the world without
first backing away from it and then
comtemplating it from a distance

A word is dead when it is said
Some say I say it just begins
To live that day 

Who Am I ?

My Poetess Sweet
Emily Dickinson

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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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Sensitive Mad

Being sensitive,
meant all my senses were alive,vibrant and kicking,
perhaps more than anybody else,
I could see more,
perceive more,
hear more,
and think and correlate more,
what I did not know was that I could turn a toy,
a toy to play with and pass time,
soon enough I turned that,
a set of insensitive souls,
fed my senses more and more,
they let me think and correlate,
on all that they had fed more,
soon my systems cracked,
and my sensesss broke,
they correlated garbage in garble,
and finally broke down,
a sensitive soul had lost all senses,
and now was branded "mad" by those insensitive souls.

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The Heart of a Thousand Souls

We are-
The heart of a thousand souls
Therefore, no one knows
The stories that go untold 
As our lives unfold
And as the tale goes
Our lives are being froze
In the scheme of our every dream
Must command, must control
What occurs inside
Where we sometimes hide 
Our pride
And of our face and name
We are often ashamed
Shall we remain 
A slave of our own blame?-
Where as, let us refrain
From this game
But let us roll life’s dice
Once more
Let us take a stand for 
The emotional being 
In that which you are now seeing
The love
The hate
The shame
The blame
The joy 
The pain
Through every romance
Through every circumstance
Through our souls, we advance
The heart of the soul 
We express  
How we are cursed
And how we are blessed:
So we’re taking you on a journey
To the bottom of our pits
And you just might find light
In the shadows of our abyss

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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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Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
     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 

   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 

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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Seasons come and seasons go.
Life changes for better and sometimes worst.
Strength comes from storms.
The best is appreciated by suffering the worst.
Never change as Seasons do.
Follow your dreams never lose sight of you.
Don't forget who you are.
Don't let life's disappointments leave a scar.
On your emotions and eat away at you.
Until the pain is so strong it overwhelms you.
Don't be blinded by dream realization.
After each storm there is sunshine.
And you can endure good and bad times.
Never let go of your ability to reason.
Perservere learn from all Seasons.

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These Days

You have to be real careful these days,
things that seem natural,
you better keep to yourself.
Remember, they will kill you if they can.

Got to run loose and free these days,
no telling who it was,
that wouldn’t be good.
Remember, they would kill you if they could.

I started thinking about things these days.
Like being a flawed swine,
but still being a respectable chap.
Remembering, that they will kill me if at all possible.

Better keep things down low and tight these days.
Got to be ready for it,
when everything finally hits the fan.
Remembering this, if nothing else, they're going to kill me one of 
these days. 

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everything is peaceful and calm just like always
but then suddenly something is different
I wake up and realize yet again that it was just a dream
just one more dream that will never come true
for my life is far from peaceful and calm
I wake up yet again to a world gone wrong
a world as scary as any nightmare
maybe we're all just dreaming this world
and without dreams it wouldn't exist
maybe we're all just someones dream
someone like me dreaming their life away
hoping that things will get better some day
isn't that why we all dream?
to escape from our fears and problems
if only for a few hours
dreams are a never ending addiction
the almost perfect drug
and we all do it
we sleep everyday to escape our lives
only if we sleep will our dreams come true
but they're only an illusion
maybe the only way to make a dream happen
is to die and dream an eternal dream

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Dear Child

Today is a brand new day.
A bright new morning
May the lord God guide your way.
May he be with you in all you do and say.
His love is vast as deep as the wide wide space.
Hold on Dear Child and you will soon see his face.
No one can love you as God almighty can.
Just believe in Jesus and take his hand.
Don't let go when he is in your heart.
He was there when you were born.
From you he will never part.
Through life's trials and tribulations,
God is with you with his true love and dedication
Wherever you go or whatever path you take
Remember God is with you and he will guide your way.
Keep your faith
Don't let stumbling blocks make it waiver.
God loves you and will be there forever and ever

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Plant Tale

That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.

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Quiet Reflections

In my mind, thousands of memories swim around.
Funny how we store them up,sort and stack them,are them.
I'm so glad sometimes,
glad nobody can see....
all the memory storehouses
that live and breath deep down inside of me.

Every wonderful sunset, 
and flowers that were picked just for me.
Faces that became my past,
sweet nothings, and broken dreams,
good intentions and many promises 
they should have known wouldn't last.
times I've spent with my family,
my sister and two dads.
A bus-ride with my brother they'll never let me forget!
The laughter of my childhood, 
and the moment I heard my daughter cry for the first time,  
sweet bliss.
So many, many others, 
but I think I'll let those be.
It still amazes the moments we chose to keep.
A reflection of what makes us so unique.

I guess i'm gonna close the vault,
it seems I found some peace,
and yes it's okay, I've come to learn
some of those dancing memories will never cease.

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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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Look from inside yourself and you will see.
All the splendor of God's creativity.
Flowers mountains bird bees
Animals and plants of all species.
Beautiful sights to please the eyes.
All people of every color shape and size.
Look at yourself your are God's prize.
Built by his hands so healthy and strong.
Given the strength to always carry on.
The beauty of life is open like a book.
In every little cranny and nook.
God's love is always there 
All you have to do is look.
Everything is within your grasp
All you have to do is ask.
Look to God to complete all tasks.
See the bird fly and see his grace.
The beauty of God is in every Human's face.
Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays.
Look to God and you will be happy all your days.

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Eternal Solitude

There some who prefer loneliness
And there are some who just put up with it
There are some who say they aren't lonely
But in fact, there are many
However, I prefer to be by myself
For there are many things to be done
Only I can reflect on many ideas
And only I can discover myself
Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who learns the most alone…

Being alone in solitude
Isn't wrong nor is it bad for you
We need to be alone
Because we don't know ourselves…
We deserve to live in solitude
Until we are reborn again
And when that day in fact comes
Then you'll see the world change for good…

Now there is a choice to be made
But it doesn't seem like it’s the right moment
Are we all ready to change our lives?
To tell the truth, I don't think so
Everyday it is the same exact thing
People harming and fighting each other
Now is humanity ready to be free?
To tell the truth, I don't think so
Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who realizes the most alone…

We deserve eternal solitude
For we're all a danger to everything living
And we must stay this way
Until we all know the truth…
We deserve nothing but solitude
Until we realize that we're full of deceit and malice
And that goes for everyone
That is called a human being…

Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who knows the most alone…

Being alone in solitude
Isn't wrong nor is it bad for you
We need to be alone
Because we don't know ourselves…
We deserve to live in solitude
Until we are reborn again
And when that day in fact comes
Then you'll see the world change for good…

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A True Friend

one that doesn't
spread rumors
unorthadox comments
a person that enjoys
respects the company
of a true companion
love can partake a soul
to change
the completion of a friend
that is true is God
another time of thoughts
a complex emotion
in deed one true friend
is difficult to find

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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


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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Master Hands

bricks lay scattered,
cement piled up bad,
the mason was ill trained,
and was a new lad,
he knew nothing,
and could not begin anything,
came the master craftsmen,
and the bricks themselves walked to places,
cement gelled with water,
and leaped to seal,
the building shaped,
and no longer was a dream.

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Could you see behind the obstruction,
a flat and wide obstruction,
which was a door,
I nudged it and saw more,
what I saw interested me a little more,
I walked ahead the space and there was another door,
in curiosity I nudged it ajar,
what I saw shone better for my stars,
I roamed that space again,
till I began getting insane,
and soon enough saw another door,
I pushed it open,
and there was the sight I was pining for,
all of a sudden,
I liked it so good that I decided to stay,
I was also tired of opening and pushing doors,
I loved the people and things,
that lay inside that door,
it was my lifetime,
that I spent behind that door,
quite unmindful,
that there was more,
and more and not yet shore.

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A Prayer for Vengeance

Bloodstained mother earth hear her children crying!
Homicide,Genocide,Ethnic cleansing people dying.
Too much time is being spent on war and hate.
Bullets hateful words and deeds causing pain.
Grown men beg for life bombs fall like rain.
Women and children families become refugees.
Because of others hate filled policies.
Original tribes of many lands destroyed.
Our living past rendered null and void.
Deeds beyond forgivance mass murders rapes and such.
Dear lord heal them with your touch.
Protect the downtrodden as you protect me.
Our children of the world should die no more.
Dear father creator of all I say NO More!
If it be your will then let revenge be taken.
But let us not take action over a necessity mistaken

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Spiritual Warfare

Spiritual warfare
Is not always out there
At times it’s within our sphere
He sits on the throne with an open ear
Waiting for you to meet him there
Spiritual warfare
Some may fear
Seek ye His face 
Be blessed with His loving care
Believe in his love…none can compare
Meditate on His words
Develop wisdom in His kingdom
Cleanse the soul, thus—
Making one whole
He fills the least with untold gold
Ten thousand angels
Lifting one by the hands
Always believe in His plans 
Spiritual warfare
Against God’s saints
Shall not stand!

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A View on Love

How do you know that you’re in love…?
How do you know when you feel love…?
How can you say that you’re in love…?
How do you know if you’ve never felt love…?

Though there may be times when you smile
Thinking about your sweetheart
But even you must know that deep down inside
It won’t last for too long
You shouldn’t be foolish
Especially if you’ve never felt love
But who is the one to say or judge
What love really is?
It’s nothing more than a fairy tale
That a few experience now
True love is a very complicated matter…

How do you know that you’re in love?
How can you say, “You’re in love”
When you know that love is
A mysterious feeling
Nothing but confusion comes
From a feeling anticipated
However, not many get
What it is that they’re
Looking for…

How do you know that you’re in love…?
How do you know when you feel love…?
How can you say that you’re in love…?
How do you know if you’ve never felt love…?

Do you know how many times that
One has been hurt because of love?
And do you know how many are still
Together because of love?
If love really is something we all seek
Then why does it hurt?

Very few ever find love
Very few receive true love
If the numbers are so small
Then why work for it?
Enough damage has been done
And it’s time to just move on
Love is too complicated
For most of us to handle
How do you know that you’re in love?
(How do you know that you’re in love?)
How can you say, “You’re in love”
(How do you know when you feel love?)
When you know that love is
A mysterious feeling
Nothing but confusion comes
(How can you say that you’re in love?)
From a feeling anticipated
(How do you know if you’ve never felt love?)
However, not many get
What it is that they’re
Looking for…

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Mother Earth

Your vast stores feed the entire human race.
Yet we slap you in the face.
We destroy your beauty with our dumping and toxic waste.
We destroy the ozone protecting us from the 
harmful rays of the sun.
If we keep this up we will cause our own destruction.
We were made from you with God's own hands.
Yet we destroy your precious trees and lands.
We have enough weapons to kill all life twice.
To destroy you would be the end to all human life.
Why must we be so blind?
Our lust for power and greed
Has made us oblivious to your needs.
We must take care of you as you take care of us.
Or we will all die return to dust.
The healing of you start with each of us.
We must all do our share as rulers over you.
Our future and survival depends on how we use you.
Implement programs to clean up our mistakes.
Do what is necessary whatever it takes.

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Forced Blind

My eyes are sore,
Bleary and tearful,
Not from any ailment,
But from the mere fact,
That they have been seeing,
What they should not have,
A lot of bad, ugly and unjust,
And more of it,
Day in and day out,
Here, there and everywhere,
I am exhausted,
And do not want to see,
I would prefer,
To shut eyes down,
And remain blind.

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All I Want Is Sleep

when morning comes to me
something I truely hate to see
I have to struggle for one more day
and though death I do not seek
I'd never turn away to seek
escape from the touch of death's cold lips
on my life-battered cheek

sleep is far more real to me,
so far superior to being awake...
when sunrise calls to me
it is a call I would gladly shake

It's a taste, somehow, I suspect
of the death we have to face,
If so, I fear death no more
and in fact I do embrace

in dreams I soar about,
no place is closed to me,
imagine then, what death...
has for us to open up to see

and if this belief is wrong
and I'm merely food for worms,
I've feelings very strong,
it won't be among my concerns.

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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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Desert the Desert

Dunes draining just sands,
merciless sun playing waltz,
dry winds rasping body parts,
clothes were clasped,
to perspiring body,
and appeared as such,
tounge hung out with thirst,
which occurred every second at first,
shoe soles felt like popcorns,
roasting and flowering fast,
legs were drained of energy,
that was dwindling past,
stomach felt vacant,
as difficult terrain,
turned tougher,
he wondered why he had chosen the tour,
now rather he should take detour,
and desert the desert real fast.

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Draw from pain,stress and strife.
It will help you find better ways to better your life.
You will run into obstacles along the way.
Trust in God you will grow stronger and wiser each day.
Strength comes from struggle and God keeps you strong.
Don't let disappointments make you give up.
Sometimes things are hard, bitter is the tea in the cup.
God puts nothing on us that we cannot handle.
All sadness of loss he can dismantle.
Stay strong through adversity like a soldier at war.
Survive stay strong and heal life's scars.
Do not let anything in this world break your spirit.
If you have love to give give it.
Let others be inspired by your spirit.
Remember they are in a better place when you lose those dearest.
If you have noone remember God is always there.
Strength is knowing someone will always be there.

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To Be

is it as questioned; 
to be or not to be, or
is it just being without a true
contribution or effort and thought?
I say, to exist,
one must give up their
existence for the good of another,
sacrificing who they are in order to become
who they were meant to be.
to exist, you
must die unto the world,
not to be recognized, but to become
part of the existence of all, part of the
human family.

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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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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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One self

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My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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One Love, A Tribute to Bob Marley

“One love…one heart, let’s get together and feel alright…
As it was in the beginning (one love), so shall it be in the end (one heart); give thanks and 
praise to the Lord, and I will feel alright…” Bob Marley, Prophet.

I and I, 
and together, we,
are one.

We are, but before we can be, we must realize,
that the only way TO be, is I and I – the trinity;
the I and I makes the one that was, is, and ever
shall be – 
the one yearning to be set free 
unto its brothers and sisters to its beginnings 
and endings, 
and on and on and on, and led into infinity
by its singers.

It is the one that does not seek, 
and can only be found; rediscovered 
like the greatest treasure the earth ever buried, 
and the heavens ever knew –
                                the reason for all things…

So dance as one voice; sing as two feet 
the earth with your glory; 
free the one rhythm that has been vibrating between toes 
for all of time –
dance beneath and above all things,
and sing the songs of freedom!

Rise up, rise up, rise up and dance!
Free the chains from your bound feet,
And feel the weight released –
A trinity of I and I;
One love, one heart, let’s get together
And feel alright…

I and I, 
and together, we,
are one.

*Inspired by Michele's Music to your Pen, contest and my brother in vision, the man himself, 
Mr. Bob Marley who as soon as I put him on, I'm smiling and filled with great light. :)

From ONE LOVE, by: Bob Marley

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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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Sticky Fingers

I can only write on the computer.
And I suppose that that’s not really the right thing to say, because people are going to say that I really am part of the next generation who survives solely by technology.

	I really do try to write on paper, but I can only use pen because pencil smudges too easily and the end gets so dull, 
	So when people say that they can’t send me a link to one of their favorite poems because it’s on paper, my respect for them goes up by about sixty percent.

	The part of writing on paper that scares me the most, 
	the part of speaking in real life that scares me the most 

	is that I can’t delete words.

	On Microsoft Word, I can go back and add words into the middle of my poem, I can look at it as a whole and as a half and everywhere in between, 

	I can delete half of it and forget about, and that half will be lost forever.

	But the way my fingers sometimes stick to the keyboard reminds me, I think, that the words that I’ve deleted stick with me forever, no matter how lost they are.

	They’re not in some vast, infinite vacuum of the internet-

but stuck to my fingers because that was the only physical presence of those words at the time they were given life.

(Baby ducks follow the first moving thing they see when they hatch,)

	And it’s some weird, modern folk tale, how the words got life, and how the words died.

	So maybe if I’m the only one who can’t write on paper, then this word carrying curse is the punishment? 

	It’s a special flaw that makes the protagonist unique but relatable, (along with making her not able to spell anything and not able to talk to people)

And if poetry is just rambling and writing is ranting, then what are words. 

The cancerous cells in a slice of bone marrow?

More likely some hellish creature that comes out of everyone only at two in the morning,

	or the sticky stuff that I feel sometimes on my keyboard (or is it my fingers?)

	Because my sticky fingers are a word’s physical form, 

and if you think about it, you really can’t ever touch a word. They’re either soundwaves or dried ink on a dead tree, or pixels on a screen.

(or on your fingertips or your tongue.)

	And I carry them with me everywhere, on my tongue and on my sticky fingers.

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Growing up

A kid goes from
lower kindergarten to
upper kindergarten...
but he's still a cute li'l

a student finishes
first year of high school
and moves on to the next
but he's still a student
with academic pressures only

again, in college
there isn't much difference between
sophomores and seniors

why is it that once you
finish college
and move on to further
qualify yourself academically
the world suddenly looks at you
as a 'grown-up' individual...

and expects you to be a
block of stone
of infinite stability
and responsibility levels ?

why are we 'old' ?
does it seem stupid
if I now want to stop to
stare at lovely looking
flowers or colourful
candies in a supermarket ?

why does it seem intolerable
if I throw tantrums for
eating and sleeping ?
why should i do
only the right thing ?

has life decided to give me
no more chances ?
no more wrong steps now ?

why is the word 'decisive'
killing me ?

i want to walk the path of life
as it comes
why is there this thought
"its time decide
where you want to go...
what you want to do...
who you want to
be with..."

why should i
not behave like a
new student to
a foreign school
who's unable to
forget her old friends
and doesn't want to make
new friends ?

what is so 'sinful' about this ?

why can't i NOT 'not listen to'
"everyone manages fine...
your seniors did
your peers are
and most of your juniors will..."

there are times when i myself
why i can't seem to move on
there are other times when i
do make conscious efforts to move on
succeed, externally

but the heart can't be deluded...
can it ?
mine can't be..its too smart...
to make up for that soft head...!

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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

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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

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Some Words Of Wisdom

                                             Thoughts of justice
                                         is difficult to understand
                                              I prefer the truth


                                            Thoughts and reason
                                             are rarely the same
                                              Reason disappears
                                               with the thought


                                                  Did you do
                                                 a good thing
                                                  Did you do
                                                your very best


A-L Andresen

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- Is It Fair -

           I have heard: Women burn fat almost 10% slower than men
           It's does not feel justified
           I have heard: Women live on average 3 years longer than men
           Women have a better durability date (used before: .. - ... - .....)
           Men: (must be used within: .. - .. - ....)
           Why is it only women who are thinking about calories and diets
           I bake delicious cakes .... that can only be eaten by my husband
           ..... I think I'll try one more piece :)

A-L  Andresen :)

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Ripples In A Pond

Ripples In A Pond

A small stone
Tossed by a child in a still pond
The water splashes
Ripples move outward touching the shore
The rock falls to the bottom
It joins a million others just like it
The water smoothes to what it was
Did the child change the pond?
Did the stone make any difference?
Is everything just as it was before?
Even the smallest thing can make a change
That pond will never be exactly the same
Even if they cannot be seen there are changes
The water is a little bit deeper
There is a new piece of stone to join the others
Even the fish have less area to swim
Absolutely nothing is the same
If a single stone can change an entire ecosystem
What do you think a single idea could do
Once it makes its own ripples

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A Perspective of Time

A Future uncertain
 A Past now lacking experience
 A Present living, moving towards both
One of hope
 One of dread
 One contains both
One holds dreams
 One holds memories
 One holds both
The uncertain
 The lie
 The truth
Fate cannot control
 Free Will already failed
 One recognizes both exist
Time is measured then as perception and reality

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Ones Upon All Numbers

        Ones Upon All Numbers

There are numbers out there counted
Six of them speak clear arithmetic  
The others use fingers to communicate
Use fractions to escape their masters
Education is required to survive today
And six reasons why that is

Five of them are excuses
Some whole numbers have alibies 
Figures are another story though
Sure, numbers will never lie
The truth is; ones grow

There are four things
I just don’t understand
Science, algebra and calculus 
Why digits even exist

Three is best
Time for home
No more counting

Two truths
Logic, Math 


Created on 10/14/14 for The “I Do Not Know”-Poetry Form Contest 

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Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt

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The flower

The flower is
the stem's cry 
of beauty 
to the universe.

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I Opened My Bible Today

I opened my Bible today.
The first thing I noticed was how yellow the pages seemed -
then the odor of it rose to my nostrils,
my head filled with images.

At first I thought how sad -
I should be ashamed of myself.
Has it been so long since I opened my Bible
that it smells of a book lost in the dark recesses of a library?

One pushed, little by little,
to the back,
as if it was set aside for newer and more exciting volumes -
possibly soon for the discard pile?

Gradually my perception evolved,
realizing the book had taken on the life of the ancients.
Now it not only was the words of men explaining the word of God,
but it had the atmosphere of the ages.

Speaking in sync with its historical time
the words made a greater sense.
They weren't at all the same words that I had to memorize in Sunday school -
But the hearts of men singing.

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The Fall

Tic, tac, I’m waiting to hear
Ti, ta, my hands shake with the beat
A relapse of this self-produced Parkinson.
------I finally hear something beautiful
My toes curl up and down and dance to the music.
I float away and see my shoes from above
My hair dances to the beat and the room grows smaller
As I fly away into space
I see the same things over and over and over and over
Little, burning, british styled cottages
What is it I’m waiting to see?
I dive into a cloud in search of what I know I will not find
My back aches as I reach for that I don’t know what;
I think I’m getting closer.
Over over here the air seems to be sweater
That, I think, is a sign I’m near.
It’s grimy, I’m flying on my tiptoes now. Tiptoes.
A ghost of sugar approaches me, with the sun as a head
I follow its finger and its mysterious direction and swim away
There! I’ve seen it! My heart takes the melody over
It is me who commands the tune! Pom-pom, pom-pom…..
As I grasp it I wait and wait and linger and remain
For the explosion.
I don’t know what to expect, its wrapping so beautiful!
From here, I Jazz my way down and fall back into this painful black shoes
But all is better now;
I Samba the day with a smile smudged on my features
I know there is Salsa in this world!
Then I walk down the street, moving my body
The Polkaing fingers won’t stop
They’ve been accelerated:
Tra la la la.

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I am practicing with my intent at hand
Past the clouds of confusion that try to engulf my thoughts
Sensible to the moral of the insensible
Gathering the gladiators of the intellect 
They’re boundless in spiritual nature
I have fought back in the foggy fields and never truly faltered
This intractable ascent beckons my drive further
The nature of understanding the minds voices
They call to reach at times with a melodious character
Keeping at pace this time so measured that I occupy
Knowingly If I should hear its doubt cast its calling
My focus shall be wasted and bewildered
So I autodidact my philological mind in the lesson of will
Reaching the steps of change within reason 
Never to forsaking the trip  

(Inspired by “In search of the human mind contest” )
 By The rambling poet 


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I am a mythological being.
I did not obtain any distinction during the Vedic period.
Benevolence is my trait.
A supernatural being is my faith.
What Am I?

Juxtaposed I stand.
I must maintain my realm.
I am often warring to my counterparts that are equally powerful.
We are ordain by our God.
What Am I?

This is the last clue.
I am celestial as the day-lit sky.
To you, I am a female deity that is the essential nature of a god.
I am from PIE.
What Am I?

One more theme is that I can represent the forces of nature and I can represent moral values as well.
Never both I am.
I have enumerated thirty-three forms.
That is all.
What Am I?

Sponsor:                          Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name:	                WHAT AM I? 
Entry Date:                      March 08, 2014
Motif:                               Identity

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Love I Looked For Thee Inside

love i looked in every corner through every tide both far and wide but where to look for love again o love i looked for thee inside

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The Devil Walks

The devil walks 
gets tired
and sits,
and while the devil sits
the devil picks up a tired fruit
rotting, and with jagged nails he peals
slowly, the tender fruit bruising
and he tastes it, smacking his dried lips
and the devil eats
decayed fruit and sour wine	                 nothing lush and sating
then the devil rests
and resumes his walk,
and later the devil sits again
rubs his feat
and goes to bed
and in the morning
he breaks his fast on curses and lies           nothing so filling as figs and nuts
and begin the devil’s walk again,

his walk
on the road our thoughts paved
where all that grows is bad and unwell
to the cross our words built
where flames dance and all is unwell
and he is condemned
upon christening
upon the hearing of his name
and the wobbling of his first steps
to walk a road less traveled,
to be the leader
of our very own crusade
armed with words
against himself
to see him burn,

our crusade of one
and many
on roads first paved upon his birth
to bring the devil down.

The devil walks
The devil eats
and pelted by our stones
He does but sleep
For what we sow
The devil reaps

and there is justice in punishment
there is reward in reckoning
there is bitterness in my mouth
as I say these words
and pity
              the devil
his due.

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Fana: The Falling Away of the Falling Away

So much of life
Is like walking a beach all alone;
Where you began is lost in the white distance behind
Where you are headed a mystery as well.

We carry along two small bags of pretty pebbles
We gather along the way,
One for the joys
One for the troubles.

Both bags get a little heavier
The further we go.

Mostly it's a long silent walk
With a boundless sea whispering by our side
In a tongue too ancient for the rational mind.

     But here and there we stop
     And turn to gaze out over that sea,
     Fingering pebbles as we do.

     And sometimes, if we're very lucky,
     And we wait and listen long enough,
     The whisperings begin to make sense
     And we become aware that 
     An unseen Someone,
     A special Beloved,
     Has been pacing us all along;
     That we have never been truly alone.

One must be careful not to turn too fast,
To try to see this Beloved,
Or they will vanish like a snowflake on the tongue.

The trick is to cast one's gaze deep into oneself;
Then the Beloved will appear, laughing at our cleverness,
And we shall see that our silent companion 
Looks exactly like ourselves
As we appear in others' eyes.

And if we can bear to match the Beloved's gaze long enough,
They will vanish before us
And we will find ourselves gazing out over that sea with their eyes,
And see it as it truly is: dancing, infinite,eternal, perfect.

     If we can do this but once,
     We can open our bags and toss the pebbles into the sea,
     Even as we realize that sea as well is but a part of us;
     We will understand its language of  song and laughter,
     And disappear into everything joyfully
     To the sound of our own
     Perfect and infinite


As the great whirling dance
Begins again.

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All this hatred, what good does it do us? What desires does it please? What paths does it carve? And regardless, regardless of the nuisance it causes us to bear, we still own it, enclose it, and keep it buried in our feeble hearts.

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To Be, or Not To Be: That is the Question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good!
Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love
Of a willing beauty; higher than the unknown
Depths of stars on a black hole journey; richer than
Humus long unturned by the spade of time – to be
Unmarked and bare - unknowing of what is, truly, is
The forethought of a hindsight never claimed.

Yet, to be known and to know, is the means of
The seeker, the listener, and the master of blood!
To be is within and without, the stars and the earth,
The state of no mind, and the keeper of no time;
The light in the darkest dark – unbound is this
Striving, from a heart meant to endure! But alas,
A torment follows the lit up singular, the gold
Amongst flesh, for all the world wishes to possess
Its worth; to know it intimately – to siphon its essence
From its stock piled earned, and spit each transmuted 
Cell into the dust of a desperate house;
To dust beneath the feet, of unwavering laws.

To be is death - a dying into blindness, reborn
Without a stage; unseen by hands that widdle away
Their time on precarious planks, not knowing
A thing about those who see their folly,
Nor the consequence of their unending ignorance.

To be, or not to be: there is no question.

The first line here is from the Grand Master, Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 3, scene 1...To be or 
not to be:that is the line ever.

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Good Luck Meal

I pounded, pounded, pounded, not in that rock 
on pop gun sort of way, with a tinge of smoke 
after the sudden spark, keeping me well amused,
but in that bam, bam, bam, meat squishing
and flying in tiny bits so you wonder if everything 
remains sterile way that the Flintstones would have liked
And the Italians, too, dousing it with lemon
And wine until you see stars as you wobble
And pucker up for the kiss, that comes or not,
And that is always the way it begins, with elbow
Grease, tastes offered to any taker, welcome smiles
 and songs and company, and then the luck 
shows up, smelling faintly of singed cabbage, turn-about elbow 
noodles dangle from their lip and the heady sense
that you were there that day, all aware. And life made good 
your meal of effort by offering a swallow of champagne.

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The Egg Eaters Hallow


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No More Breakfast

I gave up breakfast
Not because I needed
To lose girth
Nor any extra

Nor because the time wasted
In feeding
Could have been better 
To solve the problems of the

Not because the eggs 
Are high cholesterol
And the chicken sausage
Created from
Hapless victims in their 
Sharp metal cages
Who never knew a
Better life

I gave up breakfast
Not because 
I hold any grudge
Against sunny beaming faces
Babbling cheery “g’morning” 
In the dark  demented winter of 
An empire in decline

Nor because 
The aroma of fresh cooked
Serves up wistful memories of 
Childhood innocence 
Raped by the scam of
And insatiable adult

Not because the grapefruit
Citric acid 
Contributes to gout
That precipitates
Kidney stones
And leaves  a grown man
Crying in a simulacrum of 
Childbirth pain

Not because
Nor because

No more need for morning meals
When your awakening kisses are 
For my soul

And your warm perfume
Sprayed upon my lips
Transcends any butter roll

No more need for a morning beverage
Nothing orange, tomato, nor lemon

And your golden breasts are my 
Made from flesh
Made from Heaven 

I've got all of you in the morning
It’s a feast of your skin and hair
And the breath of your love 
In my open mouth
And the taste of your love
In my open mouth
No croissant could ever compare.

I gave up breakfast
To make love

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Virus of evil injustice and war

Virus of evil injustice
and war
infected our land.
It took harmony of peace
from the people.
Our land is terribly ill.
She is asking for help,
and wants to be cured
by heavenly love
of perfection.

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Poetic Robbery

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Giving new life

Boxes and cupboards, closets and drawers

I am retrieving everything from my past

And freeing them to a world of usage

Even old wine will be opened

And that set of china too expensive to use

Except on special occasions will be used again

Because today is my special occasion

Just as will be everyday in my new beginning


Those rose-shaped candles will become

Puddles of wax and the silverware 

Brought out only to laboriously clean

Will be used on hotcakes and omelets

I will resurrect all the things that were preserved

Bottles of cologne and after shave 

From Christmases long past will find the bathroom shelf

Where they will be used until exhausted


What has passed the fashion or current vogue

Will be given to the poor and photos

Once too painful to see will find walls to live upon

And jigsaw puzzles will be joined into their rightful image

And old records played with a tinny remembrance

As I bring life again to my somber world of aloneness

Where memories thrive without validation

And need the reference of old things long forgotten

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The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.

*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.

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To be a part of landscape

 You can travel the four thousand miles of the Nile
to its source and never find it.
You can climb the five highest peaks of the Himalayas
and never recognize it.
You can gaze through the largest telescope
and never see it.

 To be a part of landscape

From a distance landscape has a
recognizable outline. 
A skin mite, grazing fleshy meadows 
grotesque microscopic cow,
has no concept of the human form it feeds from.

Just as a mountain in close proximity
is no longer symbolic of its form,
romance and the imagination of it
is reduced to a frozen, physical obstruction
that is a challenge to survival.

The skin mite tumbles, a huge force
has torn it's clawlike hooves from
living apertures, it falls
with flakes of dead turf into a 
depthless void, unoticed 
by the scratcher,

and the mountain climber sees the
blinding wall of snow that
flashes by him as he falls,

unoticed by the mountain.

 Suzanne Delaney
 For Giorgio's Impress Me 111 Contest

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A Mistake of Time and Structure

    A Mistake of Time and Structure

It was forty by the formometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded

It was thirty by the hidrometer
The sun fell out
It was a full end
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped

It was twenty by the timeometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought I had
That evaporated

It was ten by the elderometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to sleep
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of time
And it had passed

It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there

It was zero by the outometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was a poem I wrote
And there it was in the dark

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And on the cusp 
of the existential meaning behind 
lush gateway lips,
      and secret whispers through trees -
from the opening of the human throat;
      and up 
into the symbiotic 
                                               raining low
      from beyond the touch of rudimentary digits;
equations born of tenure minds
      distilling concoctions of swirling smoke,
alive between sums, brought in
      through the inhale, and out
through the exhale;
      and each monumental thread 
from streaming off 
                                              the tongue between
      two defining lips;
reverberating between the kiss (a raspberry ready
      to puncture the filmy skin of sugar) 
dying before 
      the next Universe can be born…

And then, there was light      
      as she opened
                             her mouth;
and there on the cusp 
      lay the tendril thought lost.

                                         (they like to slip away)

*For Sami's contest, from the throat, and through the lips...

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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman

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The Power in Perspective

at your own burial
maybe there will be tears
but maybe what is living in those tears
are galaxies of stars
moons and space and the always present
that we can never grasp
what is so eternally bigger than ourselves
that it breaks our hearts to love
and that time is created 
yet somehow exists, entirely on it's own
we will cry at the small shape of our lives
that we could only mold if we realized that it was putty
we are infinitely big
and we are infinitely small
we must look from one
with hopes for the other

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What youth doesn't know or care to know

Oh, how we keep
the level of our
as, age, sickness, and
loss of dreams
take their toll.
You ask what it matters,
if you do not graduate.
Truth to tell, little,
in these times,
in this society.
School is only one 
small measure of success,
imperfect at that.

But for a mother,
whose life has been 
a weary negotiation
between poverty
and expectations,
the apparent success 
of her children
becomes the last measure
of a life's value.

You, in your determination
not to have anyone
judge the value 
of your young life
until you hit your
high expectations
refuse to give
one small gift
to one that has lost hers

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spread your love

Where their is darkness
let their be light
Where there is injustice
let us put it right
where there is pain and suffering
let us heal it with love
and bless God the creator up above.

When someone is down
reach out your hand
and pick them up
when someone is thirsty
give them your cup
when someone is lost
show them the way
and bring joy and love
by spreading your love each day.

Peter Dome, copyright. 2012.

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Let there be Light

And God said let there be light and there was! Light so bright, Eve's hair shone and Adam's teeth twinkled! Light in the darkness of eternity lightening up trails never fully imagined (imagination having not yet been invented). Yep, ol' God he lit that fire 'neath Eve and Adam. And Adam got mad 'cause he thought that God had him in an impossible situation. “Who is this God who makes me feel like when a good lookin' woman offers me fruit off a tree I can't take it??” Adam got all rebellious. His bowels felt eerily jello-ish. He acted impulsively, set the course for humanity... too bad Adam didn't have a mother.

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The Reality Of

I have problems seeing the Christian God as the Alpha and Omega
All phases of life depending on Him
No matter what decision's made, he has the ball in his court-

He plays games in spite our feelings such as asking  Abraham to murder 
his only son- if that God knew what we think and what we feel-
how could he do that- then to reneg on it just to show He's real.

His followers know- they claim, God knows the universe and our hearts-
then why did he need proof from Abraham  to show boat his love for him?
Why did he hurt him so bad- with the close death of his only son for an Angel to come down and say “Stop!”
Why did God need that masochistic proof when he already know?

And supply our needs, no matter how large or small? What about all the 
millions of children who die everyday from starvation? From abuse and rape?
Is that just a “different way” for the almighty giver?”

He knows the weight of our burden yet never tries to lighten it.
He know when we are trying, he knows we care
Monitors each stumble, beneath weight too heavily given us.
Monitors but does not help- 
God's mercy to our sufferings is like a butcher's empathy to a cow he
bled for money....

“God shall never leave us,” I believe he enjoys the masochistic sights- perhaps that is why
he never leaves our side.

Praise and adoration to Him, as we live in *****and are forced into survival by sin?
Bend MY knee to him, I think not.

I'd rather a Man act as a God than a God act worse than a man.

Heaven has no turmoil- heartache or desperation, Policemen or judges,
murderers or convicts. Why we ask- Cause' God wants that masochistic play.

He says to forget about worldly pleasures- that is the only way into Heaven
Before it is too late- He wishes to corrupt those who have yet to be corrupted.
A jealous God, yes he is.

And they say upon the Lord-”They shall raise up upon the wings of eagles, shall
run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” All that means to me is you are more a slave in heaven than in life.
“He made many waters, not all streams will run dry”, yet he killed the entire world just to have fun playing with his big boat full of animals he could manipulate.

“But without faith it is impossible to please him” Do, if one can communicate God we wouldn't need faith.  And  faith alone-
For” God so loved the world  he gave his only begotten son” Mayhap He did, but so far as I see it was the Romans who held him captured and and crucified him.

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Enslaved By Darkened Feminine Race

Enslaved by dominance and shackles,

Submissively obedient in silence,

Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,

Man kneels and then bows,

Yielding to remain in servitude,

Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.

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A Different Look at Freedom

One way's happiness, the other gloom.
One way life, the other doom.
Straight ahead a bordem lurks,
Unseeable through lifes murk.
Look one way and then the other.
Consult with Father and with Mother.

Slavery is far behind.
Through the days that pass you'll find
In slavery you do not choose,
The jobs you do the tools you use.

If only slaves wern't worked so hard,
Their tired faces whipped and scarred.
If only master would give a break.
And not threaten like a snake.

Then slavery would be the life.
Without fighting, choices or strife.
But without Freedom there are no slaves,
So we need some people brave.
To be free, to be in command,
But no work others to the sand.

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Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee

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Final Option

Suicide is always an option.
You're depressed, they tell me.
Be patient. You'll feel better tomorrow.
For more than thirty years I've been waiting,
And tomorrow never comes. Every morning it's today.
Sometimes I know I should have called a halt,
With a noose or pill or razor; perhaps a bullet-
An infinite choice of methods, leading to..
The never yet exercised final option.
So each dawn I add the weight of another day,
To the tonnage I already carry.
Sometimes I think, Perhaps a shrink?
But no, insanity is only a state of mind,
And suicide is always an option.

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Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013

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Sea of Tranquility

Deep inside my soul
There lies deep peace
I have not one worry,
Thought or despair

I just want to lie here
And zone out all
The realities and the issues
That life can sometimes bring

I choose to try something new
Something that I admit is
Not totally new at all
I choose to be something

That can be considered
As a type of stoicism
But the other part is
A philosophy I came up with

I just enjoy sitting in this bed,
Taking breaths with my eyes closed
And enjoying my time 
In this sea of tranquility I am in

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White Rose Sophie Scholl

It haunts me to think

that you would die for your ideals

at such a tender age

thinking you are

intellectually superior

and in many ways you were,

but Sophie,

it is such a waste to die so young

for what?

Your offspring could have

carried the flame

continued 'the white rose'

in all its purity and

ideological splendor

but you are right, off course,

even in death and thereafter

Mitt Gott kannst Du alles.

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Part I of Indian Summer

The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.

The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.

I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.

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Good AND Evil

To the darker side is the human inclination adherant 
To the evil impulse it is strongly adamant
But what  vile part of anatomy urges it to be so delinquent
What abets his innerself 
to disembark from the lane of good
The fulcrum of his conscience
weighs heavier on the evil side
There are dark shadows on 
the inner realm of the soul
Yet there are stronger lights 
And a mightier force to balance the rusted fulcrum
What divine part of anatomy
urges it to the lane of right 
It is 'Him'  who resides in every being
In the good and the evil 
In the saint and the devil

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The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored

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Pandora's Box

Pandora's Box

The skies rip apart
Filling with a hot white fire
The winds blow both hot and cold
Burning and freezing
Birds are replaced by black dragons
Smoking cinders fall like rain
Covering the ground below
Burying people as they run
The ancient gods rise up from the ashes
Full of vengeance and hate
Desiring peace they fight for humanity
What has caused the world such pain?
Pandora's Box has been opened
Hope has died a violent death
The last chance was taken from man
Rains will wash away the ash
The sky will heal
Man will survive
He always has
The gods will return from whence they came
But Pandora's Box will remain empty
Devoid of all hope

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Oscillation in a static realm

Oscillation in a static realm. Stalking desolation, a haunting reminder of 
transcendence. Sporadic fractures paint a decadence flourishing confined mortal. 
Omnipresent the triumvirate, yet fallow diversity feigns a collapsing periphery. 
Malleable beings vivisect the strings of eternity for clarity divine.

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Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within

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The first step to gaining knowledge is to 
one's own ignorance
to take a stance against stupidity even if it
means standing alone.
The second step to gaining knowledge is 
inhale a whirlwind of knowledge and
exhale understanding to fly on the winds 
of wisdom.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr 
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet

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No Man's Islands

Like cold marble statues
stiff as vague mixtures
of alcohol that stings of spirits,
cheap as famished souls.
Once were unique and proud,
now the vanishing isles!

A struggle to keep adrift 
to face the blue sky vast
and unyielding, matching 
that deep Pacific Ocean.
Hear us now gagging on
driftwood and rising waters.

Peaceful seas of dreams
where dancing bonitos circle
canoes,surfing freely cruising
with yellow fins in oceans of fun.
Now hear chokes of sinking feelings
and sirens lamenting restless souls.

As sea sprays watered eyes in contrition 
someone changed the climate in Iceland 
and desert storms rampaged our islands.
Rumblings of constipated volcanoes
longing for release but now stifled by
solar shields torn by man's greed.

As I float amongst the beaches of ghostly
Polynesian islands, the reefs cry out in 
protest as  navigation comes full circle,
back to 'hawaiki' our 'once was seen'
home of origin, a failed quest reiterating
the original theme of a people that "once 
upon a time" existed now once again 
A no man's islands.

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Many civilizations have risen
and fallen; many big bangs 
and big crunch have happened;
unmoved, space reigns supreme,
leaving the definition and use of time
to us.........

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If Thought

If (all) thoughts are words
To (easily) come by exactly
As internally initiate,
Believe me, no word thinks,
Will go un-remind.

- Abdulhafeez Oyewole.

For: Giorgio Veneto's 
"Laconic Verse I" 

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Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes

                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines

                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free

                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 

                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme

Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
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Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one

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My Angel

I kiss her goodnight, two months to the day, and prepare the van, for an overnight stay.
The plan is, a family trip to the shore No thought of regret, can't open that door
Hours had passed, when I heard my wife's cry, I rushed to that cry, so to nullify
The fear in her eye's, I saw from the door, directing me toward, the horror she saw
Then I'm inside, on my baby's right side, I see she's blue, and I know what to do
The soldier inside, is trained to save lives I pumped her chest, and gave her my breath
I got on the line, all while keeping time, rescue arrives and, I hear SHE'S ALIVE!
We fly outside, to follow her ride, lights flash emergency, on the outside
There is no time to spare, when we arrived, we rush through the door, to be by her side
I Pray that my daughter, fought and survived, no words spoken, I can see from Doc's eye's
My heart hits the floor, and breaks deep inside, facing my wife, I can tell her no lies
We dropped at the door, our daughters no more, for she didn't survive, this ambulance ride
Now she's our Angel, we know this inside My family now four, will have to abide For picture frame contest

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Solidness of another kind

Imaginary equivocates 
Inquiring all along the states 
In a silenced unreal fullness of Time 
Necessity and Space, for a while 
Forever unconsciuous of her mind 
Inexistent demonstration of  her exile 
Our world, our dimension, our style 
Decided all in one only night 
Before the announced wreckship of mankind 
Unnatural and delight 
of our notes, dreams and lines  
 that were simple vovels of an infant cry 
Above the sheet of shyness 
And over the street of soleness 
The tremble of a while 
An electrified dumb image of dismay 
As it looks from behind 
It’s a simple algorithm 
But with no way to retourn back again 
For the eternal stage of fearless Fate 

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Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.

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The Flood

How little the clouds think when they glow white
forming shapes tossing about
when filled with moisture oh how grey they will be
until they shed themselves of this heaviness
like a heart in love skips a beat
but when broken you can literally drown you see

Then those tears oh how they flow
how is it possible to love someone so
and they think of you as the lowest of low
others say they have loved many and the feeling soon goes
I want to ask them;
are you sure you were truly in love
because I would have no time in my life 
to do this over and over again

It is there trapped inside of me
no matter what they do or how little they show
I still love them with everything I am and know
oh sure I have loved and do love
they come and they go
but I find it impossible for someone to move on
if they have been in love with their true soul
it is different and as those heavy grey clouds
fills so full and sometimes it has to just explode
shedding tears of what it has found
oceans, lakes, streams, and creeks were formed
all because a cloud was filled with all that is moist

My heart is full of love and when they need me I come forth
but all through the day it is that one I think of
if only they could see this or that joy
how I wish they were here for more than myself
I would love to give them all of this love
until then I am a heavy cloud waiting to explode
knowing they will never come
but even though they let me go
it is them I love
my five senses I wait to share in joy
to grow old loving life in their arms
instead of always patching up this arc in my flood

Bear with me, I am having a life change and caught up in it. Thank you to whomever helped get my other poem featured. I was very excited to see my name. lol The poem was an emotional one however. lol The truth but very emotional, as you see I am emotional on everything. lol So thanks, and please don't be too hard on me. :D

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Proximity of Choice

The night air crisply flows Brushing past my sill with a caress The final blooms of the magnolia's Upon her skin, fragrantly confess Autumn’s wildflowers Sit upon the boudoir ledge Handpicked this morning To their beauty she makes her pledge Chiffon sheers move With a sultry waltz in the breeze Moonlight glows as a flickering candle gliding across the wall as if on a trapeze Her lover, submerged in the elements of her boudoir Is mesmerized and aroused by its sights and smells He finds great pleasure where femininity dwells Scented perfume causes his love to swell The flickers cease to be Their sighs belong To the rhythms that Waltzed upon the Wall Carole Cookie Arnold 2010

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Thoughts of The Day

"In these seems
 politicians without a decent vision
 are on their right track.."


"If you leave your morals and ethics back home`ll face a great career in your life"

Inspired by the news of a politician over here which "unfortunately" has handed out
money under the table.Im SO happy that the taxes we pay are in `good-hands`...

March 10th 2012

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The End of the World

In this world we seek wealth and that better life 
Finding lies, debt, plague and fear, in this forest of strife 

Spirit weak, hopeless, afraid to answer when any query is raised 
behind apathy and delusion hide, thinking earth will be unfazed 

See the deadly dregs of destructive waste, defiled sea and sand
With our befouling of the heavens, mutating plant and man

Creating wealth is the priority, of humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, to seed arrogance not mirth

The people's voice was muted, for way to many years 
Unanswered questions persist, we can't afford to fear 

Still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate
To save our world and all humanity from their present fate

Is it possible to correct our mistakes and save this great land 
Seems ironic to say but, "Our fate is in the Peoples Hands".

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Developing Negatives

Developing Negatives

When life appears gloomy
Patiently wait for the picture
Unfolding in the dark room

Amidst the developing medium
The negative transforms to ...
A gift of indescribable beauty.

Diana Dalton
25 Sept 12

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To Be Sorry

To Be Sorry To say that we are sorry - it is never easy, for we all have pride. If you say that you are sorry, when you are not, than don't say it. Don't betray your heart. If you say that you are sorry and don't mean it, when you do - no one will believe in you, when you are saying the truth. It is better to be true to ourselves than to lie and cheat our way through life. Whenever we make a mistake, or hurt someone, than let us say we are sorry all the way from the heart. Remember it takes a special person to admit when they are wrong. Let us be careful in all that we say and all that we do.Always think twice before you do or say anything, than maybe you won't regret it one day. Remember my friend - to say that you are sorry - it's all up to you...
09/10/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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it is complete -- 
protestations of the existentialists notwithstanding --
the end of history.
Science is here. 
slammed over me.

and everywhere
the necessity of Standardization.
in my labor 
and in my thought
Capitalism dictates.

efficiency is the new God,
except for the God-people themselves of course
who experience choice
and embrace the Absurd
as i spectate.

now, hidden by a lifetime of fantasy
or tortured by enlightenment
either way, bound by survival to succumb:
i release my mind to the Average.
where is Meaning?

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A Gray Matter - Quite

Wrong...Right... Black and White... Do imps 'n'angels fight in light of day...dark of night? The evil to hell...the rest - heaven's delight... is all cut and dried or are there shades of gray in sight? Sunday school's doctrine belief: follow the rules to receive Jesus' light, but there's a serpent opportuning "the world's your apple...reach out...take a bite..." and it's ever so easy to live thinking "carpe diem" and to live our lives for tonight. Will I bow to society's demands? Will I embrace a hedonist life? Th'answer to both is tentatively, "I might".
Suzette Prime Written for Suzette Prime: Philosophy Contest

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                                            Dear God, If you're here God
                                            Make the fire disappear when they stare God
                                            Take away my fear when they interfere God
                                            Do you fear God? Cause I feel God

                                                             Nicki Minaj, Girl on Fire, Remix


God on the tongue and God within iris,
God knotting the throb of umbilical cords, 
God of new giggle, God of old death rattle,
God grieving the beast that has become man.

Millions of inked pages printed in the script of God,
The bow of viola lifted by the will of God,
Watercolours bled thru the schemes of God,
Beatbox, God. Hip hop, God. Rock and Roll, God.

Each empty cell, rusting, God in Alcatraz, 
God weeping down an IV that spills chemotherapy,
Woven in the rough threads of shelter blankets: God,
The coins in a can: God; clean needles: God,
God putting out fires and searching rubble.
God in amber alerts, God greening sod.

God the prosthetic, the glass eye, sign language.
Some wheel down the ramps of God,
The girl with Down’s syndrome speaks the gospel of God,
The boy with autism rocks to God.

God in cradle, God in grave,
God prodding the overly-fed, God pleading,
God nodding, God waiting,
God here, God there, 
God watching over the odd, the jaded, whores and barhops,
God fading scars, God shooting stars,
God fighting to end the blight of wars.

Seen as spirit guide, Brother Wolf, Sister Moon: God,
Seen as Mohammed,: God ,
Seen as Christ, Seen as YHVH, Seen as Para Brahman,
Tao God, Zen God, Mami Wata God.

God in apologies and God saying, I am an alcoholic,
God mixing marriages, God coupling same sexes,
God marching peacefully, God on hunger strikes,
God surrounding, God internalizing. 

God is as real as breath.
The myth is Godlessness.  


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What Happened To Our Once Great Country?

I hear your pleas...
Amen Brothers and Sisters!
I mean we don't want anything more
than a society which we can respect... 
lotteries... crooked politicians... 
debt to foreign nations
who consider us an enemy... 
it's just getting to be a bit much. 
Sure we have had to do much
to become a more perfect nation... 
but we used to try... 
now its open season
on everyone in the name of fairness
while they twist and turn
the blade of corruption
in our gut. 
...Now its just wistful poetry...

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Dancing Ballerinas on a Pile of Steaming Alien Shi,t

f*ck justin bieber 
f*ck harold and kumar 
f*ck huey lewis 
f*ck star trek 
f*ck everything that isn't classical music 
f*ck art that doesn't make sense who the f*ck would pay 
5 billion dollars for splotches 
f*ck mariah carey 
f*ck reading books 
get a kindle god dammit 
it's 2012 
and people still read books 
and listen to the beatles 
what the f*ck is wrong with you troglodytes

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Welcome Pluto

I’ve no knack for hasty hesitance
In truth, I positively press-
Do you realize how aligned the planets are?
How the stars—they shine brighter,
Yes, I know it to be so!

Why do you think my pupils enlarge at the sight of you?
Can it be that when I look into your eyes, 
That I know,
I know it to be so!
That the planets have aligned long ago

And they welcomed Pluto into their family again
Kiss me, hold me tight! 
Don’t let the moon-dust frighten you…
I carry them on my back, you see
The remnants of the guardian’s tears
They dispel my hallowed hesitancy

You orbit around me
A wasp, tempted by sweet, supple bloom
And my shady colors have beckoned all but one
If it is your sting I will receive, 
Then give it all, Sun! 

For many a time have I been welcomed to spheres no longer categorized as the norm
Still I find the farther I go, the warmer I become
Pluto, take your eyes out of dreamland
Kiss me, hold me tight! 
Be my moon shining in your dim-admired light

Posh are your assumptions, oh privileged planet
Welcomed to your family, I took mystery for granted
And pressed hard on my hesitancy to accept

Into pupil-filled eyes that have long since….

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The Essence of Being

Out of nothing you were called Molded by Love’s unseen hand Spirit and flesh intertwined For a purpose you are made and uniquely named Though a minute piece of the universe, you are Yet, more essential is your being
With all you are: you breathe, live and love Climb mountains, dream dreams and yes, you fall Tears flow when your heart’s broken or sad And a bright smile breaks through when Nature’s incredible beauty tugs at your heart These mark the essence of your being ~*~
6/21/13 For: Debbie's "Being" Contest

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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Personal freedom

Stepping on the edge and ready to fly
Up side down right to hell
Ive answered to all questions except - why?
Being free in my own personal cell

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Sahara winds

Oil  and reach minerals
Reign in dictatorship
Fight with a  group of gang
Dress in sahara  reverse   its  winds
Interest  in  reign  call all  be in peace

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The Eternal Chess Game

Down the narrow unending hallway of my keep, 
To the last door on the left, 
I rest my head for a moment of sleep. 
As I fade to dream I see a tunnel of light, 
A small space of illuminated madness, 
Where demons cringe and angels delight. 

A place long ago hidden and known by few, 
Where the sands of time have come to a still, 
A maze of light and darkness is what I have come to. 
I realize I am not in heaven, nor in hell, 
But rather in a impermeable shell. 
Surrounding the purity of the light, 
Lies the beast of the night. 

An unyielding guardian of incredible might 
Displaying unholy darkness, 
Taunting and teasing the light. 
"Come on out .." he would seem to say. 
Away from its shell, 
The light did dare not stray. 

For within the virginity of heaven's keep, 
The angel of light finds his peaceful haven, 
A place so pure even the horrid beast dares not to creep. 
He knows his limitations, 
Regardless of the how strong his power has become, 
Forever shall he cower at the grace of revelations. 

Yet revelations alone are not to contain the beast, 
No not in the least. 
Limitations like rules are meant to be broken, 
Bountiful evil incantations are repeatedly spoken. 
The spell of light that feels the need to control, 
Becomes undone, 
All from the darkness of one evil soul. 

Yet there in the heart of the darkness the light remains to be free, 
No matter how hard to darkness tries to invade, 
The purity of the light holds the key. 
A never ending struggle within the mind of one, 
Light upon the darkness, a balance never to be won, 
Forever shall the chess game continue, 
Neither one to give an inch, 
Neither one to be outdone...

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The Bookworm

Words Bound Together Thoughts Formed Between Lines Knowledge To Absorb Learns The Bookworm Wishes Expressed By Letters Ideas For All To Share Building Blocks For Peace Believes The Bookworm Fact or Fiction Penned Expressions of Desire Mystery Exposed, Secrets Veiled Hunted By The Bookworm

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Elephant Song

Back in 1950 things were very different
the plains of Africa teemed with life
vast herds of elephants some 80 years or more
once a hunters paradise no thought to the future

This land was raped by people time and again
harsh years of drought cause great suffering
as the temperatures soar up in the 120's
land barren and dying parched for rain

These days we are far more enlightened
now shooting mainly done with camera
but still the damage is done numbers depleted
few elephants of even 40 years to led the herds

Now we are aware and try to conserve
their plight well known now through media
maybe in years to come the 80-90 year olds
will freely roam the African savannah again

Sadly due to man crowding the plains
we never again will see the vast herds
they say an elephant never ever forgets
what a wealth of knowledge they have

Each week now we hear news of births
of some of the rarest animals on earth
working together in conservation
we can live side by side in harmony

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The party line

One long ring; that is for me
One long and one short, Mrs. McGee

Two long rings for the farmer Scholl
As the phone would ring a distinctive toll

Down the road on a line of eight
As the bell would ring we all would wait

One would answer; three would listen in
That is the way it was on a party line back then

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Happy Cloud, Smoke Clouded Guy Vs Voice of Truth

My Friend Tom Logic was The Smoke-Clouded Guy and i was The Voice of Truth :D 

Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Nicotine to make me high.. Emotions that can fly.. Pain about to die.. 
Voice of truth says:
A free-way pass to a venom which gives you a lack in living? Tell me why?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Tell you why? When from childhood life waved goodbye.. I had this numbing pain in my vein.. Living for vain
I had to
Smoke trouble away
Voice of truth says:
And risk Living? Risk a body that was gifted& pure, risk health? That others would die for? 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Why favor my life? Why live on the edge of the knife? Is happiness just another sad cloud? Can't u hear my screams that are loud?
If wounds wont mend.. Now with nicotine I will blend
Till they heal and lose the sense to feel
Voice of truth says:
To deny a blessing is nobler then? To deprive your health will numb the pain of this so-called Happy Cloud? Then this so-called Delight is just a fraud to make you feel better, to steal away the minutes while you would've got years
A lack of beauty you will gain, a reek of bad odor it will cause, your teeth no longer the blazing white? Why take instead of care? To your own shell? 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
I feel my soul is down low
The sun.. Is your truth you state?
Voice of truth says:
A Message to God you have sent, "my Soul you grant, i will play" 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Now, after you.. I have smoking to hate
And.. I wish.. A better fate
Words crumble and blush by your power
Your words are the drug that is.. Truth
Voice of truth says:
Turn back you say? It is never late? For God has his arms open wide for another Fate 
And you know what I say? It’s your own good that we display?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
I for one.. Turn my face, to what's bright.. This cloud circulating me.. Will fade away
Voice of truth says:
Welcome to this beautiful place, a ticket of health you will once regain :D 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
And it's you I thank... To my page.. I begin blank
Voice of truth says:
My regards, my awaits to all of your mistakes ;)

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Word Impression Poem 2: Airling

Oh how fine it might be,
But for a day or two,
To be an airling again;
Clean of conscience
And innocent of what hurts
I may have caused,
For I'd never yet then
Intended any of them.

Age is wisdom, true.
But it's also a tapestry of little guilts,
Amid still littler expiations.

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                                          Life Is Like A Poem
                                You Never Know What You Get
                                   Before Last Line Is Written

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Grandmother Moon

Grandmother Moon cherishes me, 
kisses my forehead with her light. 
She reigns supreme over her kingdom, 
smiling down upon this humble spirit. 

I whisper to her of my dreams, hopes 
prevailing in spite of the odds. 
A tear forms in the corner of my eye 
as I challenge her to answer my prayers. 

I extend my hand, longing to touch her, 
to soak up her ancient wisdom and beauty. 
I can feel her gentle smile, she embraces me, 
bringing me comfort, her radiance guiding. 

She has been witness to the cruelties 
of man, more than I could ever imagine. 
Broken dreams scattered into the night 
her children gather around her, wink at me. 

Nissa, Nissa, I cry out to her. Is all lost? 
Is there no more hope for my people? 
A voice softly answers in my mind, 
there is always a glimmer of hope. 

Grandmother Moon watches over me, 
ruling the tides of my heart, my spirit. 
She is listening to me, tasting my tears, 
caressing the delicate tendrils of my soul.

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i wonder

i wonder when the vultures feast,
do they hope for their next meal?

i wonder when lions feed on
what their harem provide,
do they feel proud,or just loved?

i wonder when frogs
gave up swimming
and try leaping for better ponds:
do they look inside the water
to see their new green skin?

i wonder what we have
that animals don't.
we have nothing,friends,
nothing new.
we have old things in new images,
and communicated in such a way
we forget the ways silence connect.

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Turtle and Elephant World

The Native American Indians believe that the world
was created on the back of a giant elephant,
that steps the back of a giant turtle;
by supernatural beings.

Today, the descendants of England
have brought with them their architecture and culture
to the Turtle and Elephant World,
making the Turtle's and Elephant's load heavier.

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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will

so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.

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                                             TWISTED MINDS

                                           Life is like a puzzle, 
                              those who think they know everything, 
                       belives that everything should be within a frame, 
                 if you are not within this frame, you have a twisted mind. 
     Who gives others the right to judge you, whether within or outside the frame. 
                          First, one must look at the cover of the puzzle, 
                   some are studying it for a long time, others not at all. 
                                    You squirms puzzle pieces, 
               some use longer time than others, ranging from hours to years. 
             Some put the puzzle upside down. Are you twisted minded for that. 
                               Who has the twisted mind in the end?

Entered JOE FLACH's contest TWISTED MINDS 18/02/2012

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Ship Ahoy Divorce Style

<                                              Haiku

                                          sea's tranquility
                                   bestows harmonic balance
                                      amidst  tides rising


                          aye ye matey walking its own plank
                          let not ye other take thee to bank
                                raise thy anchors set sail
                              give heeve hoe to those failed
                         find ye other sailor's who's yet sank  


                    shivery timbers captain bow is about to break
                    toss overboard it's ye baggage holding thee dam weight 

Entry For
{Destroyer { Poet's
Divorce Club
Haiku /Limerick/Couplet Contest
G.L. All

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A grain of sand to the universe

A tiny, concrete-covered sphere,
floating in an infinity of nothing,
thinking it’s something.

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the meals we share

remedies are made from words
as tears, falling from frightful beings…
whisper broken syllables of outreach

bestowing a common awakening 
in the eyes of the vulnerable
regurgitate past meals of rotten misery
despite of repetition, the fork is still in hand

breathless from the sour slime lingering in our esophagus.
many seek no more nourishment in our daily-felt sorrow
of the everyday, rather numb

to speak
to express
to share realities.

dive deep within and voice with vim
the darkness you entreat daily

as the peppermint deliverance hastens
the remedy of contagious mind-made insanities;
continuously stocking and restocking effects
of misery as a mirage of emotional tendencies.

hypertensive reactions –
like the sensation of rushing vomit
imprisoned due to the suffocation
of truth, of speech, of expression 

a drop of words rippling in the echo of many
as faint as snow drizzling on pavement
buzzing in and out like bees’ nest 

the remedy for change

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Roll Call

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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The World is too much with us

We have no time to stand ,look and observe
How the Trinity runs the affairs of the Universe
Hinduism accepts both male and female
Aspects of nature and worship the Supreme.
If we have the Holy Father, why not Holy Mother
In Hinduism man and woman are viewed
As the two wings of the same bird
A man is incomplete without a woman
As a bird cannot fly only on one wing.

Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh with one head
And are aligned – Shiva, the transcendent God
Vishnu, the cosmic lord, Brahma, the cosmic mind.
Like Christian Trinity-the Father, Son and Holy Ghost

Brahma is the Lord of creation and birth
Vishnu is the Lord of sustenance or preserver
And Mahesh is the Lord of Death or destruction.
Constitute the Trinity of Hinduism as much as
Christian trinity the Father, son & Holy Ghost.

*I am inspired by Wordsworth for the title of my poem

Male Trinity assisted by female Trinity respectively
Sarswati  - is the Goddess of speech and knowledge
Lakshmi - is the Goddess of wealth
Parvati    - is the mother Goddess


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In between deserts
Ocean there I lie
As  high as elimino tide
In dream in one piece

Palm heart cactuses
Tides echo  pacific  whales
Land of accasias in treasures
Pachamama fly my soul in whale

The wound grow ashes in tears
Desert to pacific gate to open forbiden
Meet Kurosho collides Oyashio
Pachama will comeback all in one piece

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Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?



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God loves everybody NO DISCRIMINATION
INCLUDING Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered HUMANS
These people are SHUNNED 
Told by DISCRIMINATING Bible dwellers 
“You will NEVER see the gates of Heaven”
“Adam and Eve” 
Some ARE born this way
What makes any natural LOVE for another HUMAN Evil??
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered people 
Are persistent in their prayers and FIGHT so hard to be somebody they aren’t
There are sociopaths, manic-depressives, mentally handicap, DEAF people, BLIND people, DUMB people 
All-of-the-above people
Are these HUMANS condemned at birth?
“Profess your love for the Lord Christ OUR Savior”
How will the special blind, deaf and dumb people EVER know the “Lord Christ OUR Savior”?
Oh, they die and go to Hell to find out?
Or will the “Lord Christ OUR Savior” give these HUMANS an exclusive chat?
WHY are they born with these ailments in the first place?
To FIGHT so hard to be UNnatural?
“Just pray”
“God knows your heart”
“Don’t doubt Him, just pray”
Why is God a Him? 
Why do we place a gender on our God?
God is God 
That is the only way to describe God
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered HUMANS 
Are DISGUSTED with themselves
Self-loathing and self-destructive
Because they are not accepted because of WHO THEY ARE
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered HUMANS
FORCE themselves into an unhappy relationship 
FORCE themselves into seclusion
Unhappy or numb 
BOTH very dangerous
Inconsiderate are those who SHUN other HUMANS
Pressing their beliefs as FACTS on another HUMAN
But these DISCRIMINATING HUMANS don’t base their beliefs on FACTS
Just on FAITH
“I have faith”
“The Bible is the word of God”
“But the Bible says –”
And the Qur’an says!
And the Torah says!
And the Talmud says!
Choose your OWN lives 
Believe in WHATEVER it is that YOU choose to believe in 
Peace be with all animals, vegetation and HUMANS on Earth and in the Universe

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Metaphorically Speaking

This is the story of who I am
I give all I can and then some.
I, a bee, will sting if you wrong
If nice, an help mate I will be.

Many are the roads to one’s heart
The main road, truthfulness, is a very good start."
You will get caught if you fool around 
You are unfaithful you're out the door.

They say Tom's drunk but Tom’s no fool
I don’t drink no more so I am super wise
I, the carpenter’s tool you use 
despise liars, and heart users I hate.

I am me…super special me
A carbon copy I am not
So here I am, a pure clean heart,
True love to give, only to him that’s worthy.

Written on Sept. 8 2012
For Catie's Contest: Metaphorically Speaking

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Love,Life and Death

Life and death
Are mysterious things
You love a living one
in your Heart, 
By your heart 
You also  love a dead one
But in your Mind, in your memory
When your beloved is no more 
When she is dead
Your love shifts places
From Heart to Mind 
You want her corpse to be removed
as soon as possible 
and buried, burnt in fire
Or left to the vultures
depending on what last ceremonial plan
 you believed in 
and chose to perform
Living ones are loved 
Dead ones too 
but death is so scary 
that whenever someone dies
one tries to get rid of him atonce!

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A Jading

the smell wafted like a dream.
charred wood and red smoke. 
“benjie!” she yelled
as i ran away down the hall 
raising my arm against the flickering heat.
“benjie, come back!” she pleaded. “leave him alone!”
i stopped 
and coughed.
hot air rushed across my face.
hearing nothing but the roaring smoke 
i froze-up --
torn for the first time
between Comfort and Knowledge.

then slowly 
out of the choking haze
came a whimper 
and a scrape.
and a punch shook the wall.
i peeked inside the sizzling arch.
hot pitch oozed 
from an overhead beam
caught fire 
and dripped tiny flamelets 
onto the hardwood floor.
he was there alright. 
and sitting on the floor in the corner.
i whispered:
“what’s the matter daddy?”
he looked up 
through crazed eyes of fire and hate.
“go away boy”.
then he cried
and hugged his knees.

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Now when I was a young man 
I didn’t need pills everything worked
I wasn’t a fan 

But now that I'm old 
I need pills everyday 
One to lower my blood pressure 
Another to keep the cholesterol away 

Now I have a new one 
To keep my mind straight 
And because of this 
I can’t ejaculate 

It’s good for an old man to stay hard for so long 
But even for that 
I need a pill for that schlong

I wonder whats next in the pill world for me 
Maybe a pill 
So I can pee 

They gave me holder to keep my pills all arranged 
But keeping them straight 
Is making me deranged 

I need a pill to tell me what pill and when 
Because for the life of me 
I forget now and then 

I can’t tell the difference between the colors of each  
If I take the wrong one 
I have a hard on and no speech 

Now all these little pills 
Cost a pile of bills 
Which causes me 
Lots of stress and ill 

No more pills thank you 
I’ve had my fill 

Eric (and always will be)  

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Human Vessel, Daily 14

14:Passages plot themselves on maps
To get you somewhere.
Pour your soul into a hollow vessel
For the archaeologist to find.
To replicate each moment’s sound
Will never bring satisfaction
perhaps exaggerate boredom
Definitely annoy reactions
Because the vessel's form is unnecessary
There is no catch-all for past rains.

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Yakar da Oldurur

Duzenin girdabinda
Kurulan yeni duzenler
Oyun icinde oyun kuranlar

Her aninda gunun yazda oyna
Her oyunda yonet  inani 
Gelecek yazilmis tohum ellerinde

O eller yakar da oldurur
Oyunu oynamak icin  kuralina
O eller hep ellerimizde biz istedikce
Yakar yikar  dostlarini  sessizce
O eller  kavurur yarinlari sen dur demedikce

Duzenin girdabinda koca bir cop yigini 
Oyunu oynayanlar ve oynatanlar kul yigini
Umit edersin  kufte  yasam gelecege tohum dusecek

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God Over Us

God over us 
like hard rock covering land mollusks,
shielding them 
from tropic sun
 (like hell raging on Gomorrah)
and velvety ocean breeze 
carrying salt to season coconut water.
Zebra type, like a leopard’s stubborn spots,
Shun the selfless offering 
for the small of a hard back; 
the product is beheld on hot concrete.

If we as March hares, fast, 
hippity hop 
in green pastures 
his Spirit pulled from a top hat, 
but when rain clouds change complexion 
screening the eye of sun, 
we set off along crooked burrows 
to escape morning shower.
At home we are mostly wet.

Joseph in colored coat; 
his reading of Pharaoh’s memory 
is for his days 
(the vision still stands).
Meager bulls swigging loaded cows 
and Lot galloping hard 
with back against Sodom.
How damaged are we 
when children bear no children?

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The winter is balancing
on tense ropes.
I cant and I am getting older,
To years of sharpness I owe
My pulse's rhyme,
My blood's red.
In a world's thunder
I tasted the salt
-my memory's trail-
Suddenly alone I begun,
Inexcusably alone I march
Serving the sentence of my freedom.
Few tears
Few patience
With empty hands
I am grooving the rock of a Fate
-a masterpiece of stone and silence-
And I pray
In a sun beamy 
To shed light and fire on my worn mask.
If the sum of my life 
Reaches the infinity,
Proliferous by expextations divine
Divided by each wave I dared to dash
And extended to the choice of a breath,
I will be human between humans
Counting the numbers of my steps,
Loud and steady,
I will lead my soul outside,
To the open air.

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3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…


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taking a step

This life's journey is like climbing the stairs
each step, year by year. moving up in the air
the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe
My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede

loss of passion to climb and no will to explore
filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door
having desire and need, for a warm body to hold
Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll

thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide
it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide 
filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth
letting the darkness, decide what it is worth

Is this journey over and do I need to lay down
joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down
I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine
It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine

"My body gets nourishment from  Mother Earth,
sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"

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In Search of a Proper Attitude

The summer sky, awash with ghostly clouds
Seems open to imaginings tonight
The likes of which those of the common clay
Deem it folly to conceive.

Clothed in possibilities
This world we move through mutes my mind
With dull amazement when presented with its simple glory.

Of this, No-Mind names the attitude
That grants the gift to see with eyes
From which the scales have briefly fallen.

No frame of reference is adoptable
No meaning save what can be felt
At rest behind the wispy veils.

A Truth exists which can be understood,
But never grasped and held.

Real simplicity seems to lie beyond the ways 
Of ever-clever Man.
Nature and Her Universe have it of themselves,
While we can only feel its breath in passing,
Its reflection filling the world, unseen.

I can feel the edges of the Something
That brings me peace at times
When I run out of cluttered thoughts,
But in the end it eludes me still,
Denying me a fullness which might sate ever after.

To catch it and to hold it is as vain as chasing sunlight
Scattering over still, deep pools.
With what sort of attitude can one approach 
These things so pure they surpass
Our hearts' ability to encompass them,
Our minds' ability to force the secret into view?

Like squeezing dust into diamonds.

And still the universe and all within it
Shines on just as clearly all the while,
And one fundamental Fact remains:

Nothing changes, except that everything changes.  

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is ignorance
a lack of understanding
is not for everyone

humans speak
and do things 
different than you
or your faction
or untrue
or stretch truth

what's the worry?
over someone else's beliefs 
takes you away 
from your own routine

is a waste of energy
needed for nothing
causing dangerous sparks
within one's mind
one's heart
one's soul
becomes contaminated
with preoccupations

vengeance breeds furious
often unexpected actions
of ill-will occur 
or changes for the worse 
in the shadows of good
taking over
"spiritual kudzoo"
none could tame

extinguish your dealings
with petty rage
of another imperfect being's mouth
cancer vanishes easier
with early detection
or at least learn
from your polar opposite 

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Too Desperate For My Blood

Coming up with this poem was difficult for me
I even nodded off dreaming of Grandma Juanita’s cinnamon rolls
Now I’ve returned to continue with pen
How alive is this new venue I’m in
Outside my bedroom

Loot as a tool -
Too desperate for my blood
Foul eyes dismiss the true you within

“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on” 
Says the USA’s sixteenth president
Many guys and their lies deceive with surprise and when we see it with our eyes a piece of us dies
That’s if they’re close to us

Wake up everybody!
Why are you asleep? You shouldn’t be slumbering!

So you’re not desperate or fraught, just anxious and distressed?
Numerous phonetics but in spite of everything they’re synonymous

When only using your eyes, you’ll assume that having what somebody else has will make you happy
This is when you no longer trust in yourself, are desperate and are running on empty
This turns our souls into rust

In my survival I need not be reliant	but dependent upon myself

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Robert Frost

What does he do that I don’t?
Oh, he writes on and on
Occasionally uses too much paper;
Then the spellbinding lines

“Part of the moon was falling down
West, dragging the whole sky with it.
Its light poured softly in her lap,
She spread her apron to it.”

Pure soft magic fills the room,
I slowly learn to breathe again.
Everything unnecessary stripped away,
The soul burnished till it glows.

These words joyously fit as no other
Where did he learn to do that?
I’d gladly go to Vermont and farm
If the secret were whispered in my ear.
A build up, slowly, carefully crafted story
Beguiling with its simplicity, takes unaware.
Captures the heart, won’t let go.
Not till later we know of the gift.
Softness, gentleness, moving reverence
Unfolding events, each in its own ordered time.
His spirit shared by intuitive words.
No Shakespearean courtliness here
Although that’s another story.
What need has a Vermont farmer
For pantaloons and sword
When he has the whole world.

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An eloquent stutterer he was,
whose anecdotes were luscious and true
he lived in the days of aesthetics,
but had no comeliness in size or stature;

His teachings were unadulterated and void of fallacy
Ipso facto he was condemned to the gallows,
he tasted of the legendary hemlock potion
And died before he lived.

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Prayers upon prayers
In ceaseless array  prayers 
More than enough
If counting rain drops
How many prayers
To help those below
Overwhelmed with disaster
Man made, machine made
Natural disasters, too many
For earth to bear
Prayer upon prayer
Heaping platters of prayers
Beaches of scattered sand
Needing much much more
Seems to be evermore
Prayers upon prayer
Please preach evermore
Who hears the prayers                                                                                               
of those below

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Spiraling, scorching, sweltering,
The anger pierces my soul
Burns, smolders, boils
Flames into rage; raw, intense
Then fades into despair
Helplessness, powerlessness
Seeping in, reeking of
Prejudice, injustice, hatefullness.
What can I do to stop
The slithering obsidian snake
Of hatred creeping into the very core of me?

I can forgive, pardon the ones
Attempting to extinguish my spark.
I can remember that their animosity
In the end, will destroy them,
Not me.

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Know that you can't bend
the date palm down on knees
and crouching meekness like
supliant pines bent low by 
brazen hands and bronze 
wires wound on 

Know it will 
with straight trunk,
task your patience, will
and power, ere it lays
down on the sun-scorched
sands its straight-ribbed,
lethal-bladed leaves.

Know for sure, 
there's grace and beauty
in a bonsai-ed tree 
to quench your thirsting
heart. Alas! for dates,
for always, you will scale
the heights to harvest 
sweetness hungered for, 
or be just there content
with dust-caked windfall
strewn on desert dunes.

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Not Defined

Not defined,
by the man that is lacking from my arm,
the nights I sleep alone,
the lack of two kids,
a home with a picketed fence,
there is something more to all of this.

Not controlled,
by the number of men I knew,
the life that drew me in,
that tore my soul,
let go,
helped me soar.

Not alone,
even when the wind howls in the night,
and the cold chills my bones,
when tears fall down my cheeks,
no one to wipe them away,
there is still a comfort holding me.

Not afraid,
when my past tries to attack my face,
make me look like a disgrace,
try to cut me deep within,
make me bleed from the core,
but the wounds do not spill anymore.

Not valued,
by the number on the scale,
the length of my hair, 
the milkiness in my skin,
the brightness of my smile,
I am worth so much more.

Built to fight,
I stand against the norm,
live without regret,
know there is always someone here,
that the scars are truly healed,
created priceless with a purpose.

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with each moment we 
start a New Year
best to leave the old behind

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Is This Me

I look at myself in the puddle
That laid just below my feet
Yet when I look at the watery mirror
I see a different reflection of myself.

The person in the reflection
Is a different person of confidence
Someone that is brave and bold
With a bright smile on her face.

She has her head held high
Ready to take on the world
Looking toward a bright future
As she leaves tomorrow behind.

When I look down at her,
Is she looking up at me?
Am I just the tails of the coin,
While she is the head?

Am I just a figment
Of what I was before
That this reflection
Is the aftermath of growth?

Could this be who I am?
Is this woman the real me?
The me I am meant to be?
Or a possible me?

Yet when I looked closely
I could see that the one
Staring back at me
With a confidence smile
Was me...I am that woman.

The reflection in the puddle
Is the me that I am
The one with a smile on her face
Filled with bravery and confidence.

The real me, a figment
I am one and the same
In reality and in the puddle
This is the real me.

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Due Date

The search for a due date never stops 
We seem to live in the shadow of our existence 
Tell us when the apocalypse will be, and we will set our watches
Seeking and stumbling in vein 
We want answers! 
We may know when our first breath was drawn
But when will be our last!? 
When the winds of opportunity blow in our favor
We pray for an extension of the deadline 
And sometimes
When adversity stalks us, and troubles beset us 
We feel incarcerated here
Some people want to leave this place
Some people actually do 
Uncertainty befalls us 
The faith we have is shaken 
And the 6 o clock news takes what's left 
Who will stand unchanged by the winds of rumor?
Can our hearts not beat inside the moments that we have? 
What life is it at all, to be afraid to die?

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos 

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The Hunter

You speak to me of Reason? 
this night of celebration
when there are many people about
laughing and stumbling
around the Bonfire.

speak of Reason to them.
as for me, 
i wait in the Shadows.
there is much work to do.

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The painful silence of loneliness
shouts at the heart
but whispers to the soul.

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I’ve been empowered to inform you that never again 
Will I allow you to light the flame of rage or ridicule within 
The walls of my very being.  
Never more will you pierce the core 
Of who I am and anything I’m seeing.
You are hereby vaporized before my eyes
Into the nothingness of forgetfulness 
Which is less than having ever 
Lived and breathed at all.
You are smaller than the memory of 
Earth’s first turning like a blue-green ball.  

Leave me now, you of such baseless insignificance
And return to the pitiful depths 
Of your own self-centered, concentric view of who
You think you are and have always chosen to be:
A god among men, legend above legends
Living far beyond the realm of reality.  
I see you now for what you really are…smoke 
Rising into the night sky
Disappearing toward the stars…
Whose molecules and atoms are so minutely scattered 
That collecting them would take infinite light years
To discover how little you mattered.  
My only prayer for you is pity 
Which is all I have left to give.  

Farewell, your myth having been dispelled to the gates of hell
(If such a place exists for those few,)
Whose life was wasted on ignoring, degrading and attempting to destroy  
The unquenchable and indistinguishable 
Beauty, love and unbounded good graces of humanity, 

Like you.             

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Kulpazan oldu bu gece

Ben burdayim canim yuregim 
Ya sen nerdesin bilemeden kendini
Soyle kim kime kulpazan kurdu bu gece 
Yine dinlediler mi telefonunu
Bir kipirti sende bir isyan bir haykiris
Uyarmistim seni gitme be ustune
Hadi be gordun mu yine kazandim
Sen hapiste senelerce bilemeden sucunu
Ben burdayim hala sesimi cikarmadan

** For the people  who raise their voice  and  paid  the penalty  in jail without the verdict.  For the people who elected  in house without a verdict  in jail  in two years...
What makes them  strong and seculiar  is  riped apart.....  Play the game  who?**

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Wild Bees

I resign myself to a half sleep, to the evening news, and a tepid cup of tea
to old habits, engrained, and a familiar old routine

As the news, tonight, unfolds,
it is there again, to chill the bones
and to turn the blood from warm to cold 

How does one close an eye, turn away,....... compromise?
Here I am once again, in the house, that knows my strife

How insane the world can seem,......
Oh, the theme, is much the same
Renewed, it stays obscene,...  yet, brings a brand new grief

But I shut out discontent,
and catch a jasmine scent 
  and a summer, once I spent,  in the shadow of tall trees

I lean back in my chair, and the air keeps me warm
I'm hearing swarms hum, a drum in my head, not far..., is a wild nest of bees

Surrounded by seas, of the green grassy waves, and I smell sweet alfalfa once more 

Now my arms and my legs are rolling down hills, that tickle my skin, 
....and taking the spin out of me

All the bees scatter 'round...., of a world going wild, 
and have stained red, my shins and my knees.
Where is the green? The clean of all things?
And the springtime of days dead and gone?

I pluck a long stem, it tastes semisweet,
yet, the bitterness still lingers on
From my head to my feet, I can't rest in defeat, 
as sound from the sprinklers resound
They lull me to sleep Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts
I lie under the trees,
while the wild nest of bees, 
swarm near my head Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz

I could die, wide awake, as the dusk softly breaks, 
Where the lightning bugs shine in the trees

Small stars in the night, lightening bugs show the way, 
taking me home through the tunnel of day

Drinking sweet jasmine tea,
.... I'm drunk on my dreams,
      but  I think I've been stung
         where my evening begun
              back on the street where I live


2/12/14   For Craig Cornish's Contest:  "Angel Of The Odd"

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Mind Games

A simple mind of complex case
Flooding the train of thought
With emotions as old as time
Wondering if they are ever going to change.

A single feather that of a dove
Symbolizes everything pure
To a simple mind a complex case
To a complex mind a simple case.

A river of passion flowing calmly
Symbolizing a greater power
To a simple mind a power untamed
To a complex mind a powerful weapon.

Understanding the simplest of things
Is all too confusing to a simple mind
All too easy to that of complex
Or is it easy to a mind of simplicity.

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Ribbon Daughter in Law Tied

Your visit to the clinic
with your positive attitude back fired,
that dreaded word
no matter how gentle, how sincere given, stabs.
Yet you rose above all that
you fought with an energy entwined
along with the surgeon’s skill.
You lost apart of you that day,
but undeterred kicked this parasite
into touch, the score in your favour.
Your loss of hair
a symbol of courage
oh yes, chemo took its toil
but it was the cancer that died.
So to you diagnosed don’t wait
get on with your life,
because these victims are now strong
willing to help and ready for combat,
a confrontation
cancer just cannot win!

dedicated to Sheryl Horsman, my Daughter in Law,
who had both breast removed, after a most vicious form of cancer..
she as now being cleared of the diease.. 

© Harry J Horsman 2012    

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Why are Question

when silence 
becomes to loud for you
and loneliness 
becomes crowd for you
there will be a fine 
line of clouds on 
the sky, 
there will be a 
line that will divide
the flowers from 
the thorns

when light will
be too dark for you
and sun will 
be just a spark for you
then that will be the time
the world will call you crazy
it will all be madness 
or sanity will look hazy 

or forget
I've never found difference 
between them
so will you
or you will not
it confusing 
so is life?
isn't it?
or is it?
Why is everything a question?
or are they really question?
why are answers
you might think 
why are answers 
isn't grammatically right 
my grammar must be wrong 
its not,
that is my question
"Why are answer"

I'm way above the clouds,
reaching for the sky,
where no one has ever been
have they ever seen?
what is the shape of the sky?
what is the shape shape?

why is there always a question?
a question for me
a question for all of you!
"Why are Question"

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Resting Ancestors,
Far from Science,
But the fathers of social science,
Traditions and beliefs,theories of their science,
From rise to demise,
Marriage plays in between,
Bride and bride groom,
Bridging a gold ring,
Round like the moon,no ending surround,
Between in and out a tiny wall stands,
Many curves and many bends like Iceland,
In and out,curves and bends teaching some concepts,
To all the brides and grooms to accept-
Come in as we send out I,
Give in take out,
Joy in sorrow out,
Reaching the curves and bends,
To turn!


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The Pumpkin

A Jack-O-Lantern To make her first pumpkin pie Why a white pumpkin?
The pumpkin hides beneath a prickly vine To protect the goodness, till fully grown Celebrations center at harvest time Strange looks at my table's content at home
Spoken in mime was by biggest surprise When shown all looked, blinked and gasped The first white pumpkin pie, that is so wise What to interpret, a sign from the past?
for "What No Orange Pumpkin" contest

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I confronted the mirror again today

I confronted the mirror again today
And could not tell
Which like words would vanish away
I know this all well
Whatsoever cannot remain is not real
Since my first pain
Nothing is different how I feel
Every time I step into the light
I see shadows all around
My days are traced by hunts of night
My uprightness fallen down
My existence traced before my eyes
My worth misunderstood
I am immaterial, the sense is lies
Its ageless and neither bad nor good.

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The Tenth Gate

The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds.
In time wanders through pain and bliss,
Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush.
The dark city walks the path of Silence,
Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears.
A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night,
The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall,
The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine.
Time and light swirl and dance in a purity,
Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion.
Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob
Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.

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Lost poem

To who do I write this? 
To what god's feet do I carry my load
and demand a refund?
Is my poetry just cries of lonely entity
and just like me
it's swiped off from the canvas?
To who do I do this
in this mortal fury of mine,
in hope a stain that I leave behind?
Perhaps one lost poem with faded words,
and the beginning of my name
in this cruel morning of nothing.

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Humble Words

thoughts of crowing joy
 in body the soul, 
but wait there's more... 
pasting of measure, feet taping, 
but yet sapping, on the 
there of sapping, hungry of just not knowing
that is the word of being humble...
the mystery of blending the
squrriel nut tree at the 
top of the fountain as 
thought it may seem, 
of resureing 
that living has fall within
my thought to know to be humble...
words to be humble

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The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.

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The Time Machine

(I was inspired by the movie "The Time Machine", to write this piece)

For days, weeks, and months,
he became a hermit of science,
working on a device 
to return to his beloved, to return
things as they were four months,
and a fortnight ago; two lovers
embracing a romantic walk together,
in a snowing evening.

Memories of her smile and good heart
gave him courage to create a device
that would make him disappear
from the present,
and meet her in the past.

He depended upon physics to alter
time and fate; to return his joy
and meaning once again…..

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Soap Box Politics and the Common Man.

This morning I listened

To the simpleton and the sapient man preach

Yet as they orated to

All we who came to listen and imbibe

I was lost

There was no distinguishing 

One voice from the other.

Later as I pondered 

All that which was spoken

Spewed aimlessly upon us 

I knew that I could not agree

With that which was said

By the simpleton.

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The Angel Who Never Knew

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go

Her whole life before her 
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go

She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm

I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face

She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away

And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live

Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite

I remember how 
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything 
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away

Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant

The thought of her
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon

Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough

And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch 
reached inside me
I know she's there 
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day

One day abruptly 
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers 
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away

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Wiser the Miser

I once had everything 
too much in fact 
confidence surging
until it told me that
I was wiser than the miser 
so I thought to be so
the flaw of my empire
was I couldn't let go 
of thinking people 
can be taken at word
it took losing everything 
for me to finally see
why the of the miser
was the wiser way to be 

On top of temptation
sure of my self-control
with the strength of my spirit
I squeeze the hunger from my soul

Now weakness is conquered
I can hold my head high
without needing and wanting
what I need not to survive
just to feel more important
I offer in abundance what you seek
served up for a perfect murderer
waiting for the moment of dependency
withdraw all attention, suddenly reeling
swimming in an ocean of despair
without anyone there
I float aimlessly lifeless
but somehow reach the shore

I lay down to dry out
in the heat of the sun
i feel it's love radiation
fill the void of needing someone
as if it were trying to tell me
its not so bad up here alone
at least nothing can be taken
when the sky is your home
and no one ever again reached me
after I realized what was being said
the wiser the miser
once he never again trusted.

Selfishness appears wiser
why must my heart be bigger
at the moment of truth
wish they would pull the trigger
and end the pain 
of either wrong choice
nobody there to listen
so in my head grows the voice
and the message from me
or a God of my special design
nobody can disprove
the choices of mine
because theyre all right to me
they determine my outcome
and if selfish it appears
a miser is one who is outdone
and better off for it
for he is still alive
call him the label that fits you
for his own are worn on the inside.

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Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.

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Ever watch the man pull into wheelchair parking, 
get out of his car and walk into a store.
Ever watch an obese woman eating at a buffet 
and you think there is just no excuse,
Ever see a teenager with piercings standing in a store, 
you quickly move to another aisle.
Ever stand in line for a cashier and tap your feet 
while the elderly woman counts out her change.
Ever look at the woman wearing a hijab 
and think she is different and cannot be trusted.
Ever want to sit down on the bus 
but some young whipper-snapper does not give up their seat.
Ever consider that you may be prejudice 
and need to carefully examine why you feel that way.
Consider this;
The man in wheelchair parking has heart disease
and cannot walk long distances without developing angina.
The obese woman gained weight when she developed arthritis
and is no longer able to work-out as she had when she was well.
The teenager is kind and thoughtful and was about to ask you 
if you need help in reaching an item on the shelf,
The elderly woman worked hard all her life and is just trying to make
the cashier’s life easier by giving her the exact change.
The woman wearing the hijab is a kind and caring person 
who is about to become your physician,
The young whipper-snapper on the bus has just been diagnosed 
with cancer and is too weak to stand for the ride,
Ever think that you are making judgement 
without knowledge or the full facts.
No more prejudice, 

Written September 9, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest

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DO I HEAR AN AMEN? Looking out life’s window, trying to find out why I am so sad and down. I am a (vivacious being) so now why do I frown. I don't blame the Lord for my struggles. I know strife in life is there. The (reality of the world) is certainly felt. If I did not live a meaningful existence, life would have no meaning at all. So maybe I am stretched to the limit but I will never give-up. Of course, I (live for the moments) (with imagination entertained). Standing, I pillar because I am my self-worth. (Never lost in thought)with (all aspects of life as focal points). To those that suggest a difference, my earthly work magnifies who I am. Justifying my subsistence, my affluence is only a gen. The knowledge this provides is of a greater acumen. May I say that living is first and utmost privileged circumstance! The Lord is my keeper and to him I give honor and respect. (Earthly skin toned) (triangled to endeavor). (Sensual sensitivity) (everlasting) faith. In this solitary world, we seek companionship. We go through situations in our relationships and may lose focus. However, the Lord is there for us in our time of discontent. (Striding), regime is formed and we mindset. Our spirits are inner cored for fulfillment. There is no greater cohort than the Lord’s intellect. I know because this mountain I continue to peak. (X marking) my footsteps as I proceed. Without question, I am profound in my belief. That the Lord is the keeper of my faith and mankind is the persuader of a different way. (Together) I am (with those that are important). In joy, I laugh aloud. I am not blind to the lies of mankind. (Only a spirit embodied). My footsteps are admin to the all-powerful. To options given, (neither way is preferred). (Willing to enrapture emergence). This day is given by The Almighty God. (As is derives innovation). (Lively and invigorating), I am the (keeper of the Shrine of God). (Enshrined by faith and religion), (rich is the soul that embellishes the mind). Anticyclones become substantial and nadirs are palpability defined. Amen is solemn ratification expressed through faith. This is the day the Lord gave. ___________________________________________________________________| Penned February 15, 2015!
Integration of THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD GAVE published via on January 11, 2015 and VERLENA S WALKER published via on January 04, 2015!

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It makes no sense to 
Withdrawals what left with yesterday
Anonymous love...
We await the return of the dead,
Wondering what is it on the other side!!
Yet.. Nobody comes, and nobody speaks to us,
Silence overnight,
Without croaking frogs, without sparkling stars..
Only an abstract panel, 
Where the sky with the earth join in the line of sight
Hunger for beauty,
An explosive eager attached to the shoulders of gods,
While funeral prayers embrace yellow autumn leaves.. 
Then I asked you: do you remember when we infiltrated beneath the scrolls of time?
Ambigous destiny awaits my love
Oh, I got my soul in after life...

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The wonder of life
that each obstacle becomes a lesson
Wether overt or covert 
by  increased exertion of all powers at hand
something will speak a solution
A problem stopped
in a manner that appears to be perfect
and out of this illusion is created
a new diversion for self- discovery

 Suzanne Delaney

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Torture on the Parchment.

Oh, empty quill
On brittle parchment
Why with such zeal
Do you deride me?
Such power to prevent
A single word 
From being scratched out
Repudiating inspiration
For the moment
Forbidding me
To imbibe of breath

Tell me of that
With which I have sinned
That warrants this pain
This censure…
Necessitates from accusation
This allegation
Which I must answer
Before judgment
Surges forth
Washing over me

If I bloody those pages
Dirty your eyes
Holding my verse 
I shall answer you
Without vanity’s mask
To abstain from
Penning my verse 
Upon your note paper

My compositions
Will be now penned
In the blood of autumn frost
On the windblown foliage
Contented throughout
That no evil can be read
On wind scattered verses
Of me…

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All hail, the misguided soldier, the misguided Hive

All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans

All hail,
The brave soldier, 
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause

All Hail, 
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
	-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life

All Hail,
The weary soldier
	-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.

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Nothing's as it Seems

     You think you enjoy the radical,
flaming in the gas jets of astral fumes, 
spinning in the ocular midnight of a rabid dogs dream,
yet, I think you know, NOTHING is as it seems.

An all too thorough pondering
of mundane thought comes to naught
as vulgar words don’t necessarily wax poetic.

     Talking, writing, hurl, polysyllabic words
across a dot matrix screen in a pixel fight with the Lord
don’t made you a prophet or a prophetess
 	You just scream now, scream…
show your pain across a global terrain in a globular dream
‘Cause I know, you know, NOTHING is as it seems.

Rebel, rebel hell, damn good for nothing navel watcher
pick the lint out, start a fire, you don’t have to die to mean something
     you have to do something, damn, it's not enough      to just BE
ACT don’t just bite the dirty hand, green with the bile of your blood
eat the whole arm…chaw of a chunk and spit it in the systemic eye
                      of a postulate system which MAKES have and have nots.
See that fading grin wink from existence      and the twin terrors of
DUMB and DEE saying “Howdy and Fiddle Dee Dee” to the 
arses who claim to KNOW, ‘cause I know, you know,
NOTHINGS as it seems………..

*Dedicated to Jeffery Cohen from one anarchist to another
**This would be my Alice poem ;)

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The Crap of Life

Each crap life takes
Fertilizes the world
Ah! Smell the spring air

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I knew it was you approaching -for mcf

it comes again
to where I always am...
waiting, watching, so hungry my eye.

I was alone
waiting in the wind of a different city
wearing the absurd clothes of my youth
I opened all the windows and doors
because I knew it was you approaching

again you stir the air around me
feathered in like a sweet hot wind
singing, dancing
tumbling along

and yet
I am still
and you are always arriving
some how I always knew you were close

But you never
slow down to let me smell you,
hold you for a moment

like I remember

on the hill, in the sun
the circle of trees happening
something I can only glimpse
and some how I think you know

that the sun warmed our bodies
the trees circled around
and your eyes reflected the sky
on the hill
in the now and always
blazing summer day

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Blantantly Obvious Subliminal Messages

Fate or coincidence as if we have a choice constantly at odd with those who share a difference in their voice as if we could change the world so pretentious for us to concieve as if only a single soul still in me would believe Fake or conciousness a notion to betrothed as if you betterment was for me to love and loathe everything in place the explanation was there was a grand design for that or just a repetition of certain circumstances and leave no chance to reason Break the code or break the mode broken cycles, growing old fading voices go being unknown but my choice is mine alone take the hand of a higher power or take a thermo nuclear shower submit or be done with tossed out like the waste just a tiny hint of power leaves a certain taste corruption is only almost certain free will still relates to the points so poignant they are pinpointed mistakes not yet made Premeditated, so there goes destiny as if a higher power has the power to contain me as if a higher consious is out there for me to have thats the only certainty I know almost for sure why I push back the unknown is out there driving all so called life for you so call everything must come easy for you like butter to the knife and you wonder why your drowning and cannot break the surface look deep inside your mirror into the fate you may be worthless, coincidentally

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The Captain is on The Bridge

Spinning in endless misdirection and
holding steady on a collision course with
Reaching beyond the fallacies of a mundane existence
where there appears to be a
chaotic freedom
a time now to initiate a purpose
Heading full throttle into uncharted waters
But now
In total control the words echoing 
Loudly through the passageways that
The Captain is on the bridge.

            There comes a time in one's life when we need to be in charge of our own 
destiny, when we look back and put it all into perspective.

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life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark

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Seven Billion Reasons

Another baby born, another bushel of wheat
Another piece of land, for another family to eat

Another net is cast, another fish is caught
Another fire in the forest, another tree sought
Another bird flees, another bird gone
No home for the beast, diversity all gone

Crops in the amazon, Rivers clogged up
Flooding in cities, Seas on the up
Nature under pressure, Pollution the price
Shortage of wheat, Shortage of Rice
Temperature rising, Deserts expanding

Oil running out, the world is in doubt
War for resources, the west uses force
While the poor beg in cities
Victims of policies, Victims of atrocities

Seas that are empty, bellies that are swelled
Mankind too many, Riots a plenty
The button is pushed, and humanity is hushed

The Earth is now empty, Heaven is full
And we are seven billion reasons
For God to cry “Treason” ”Treason”

And the stars look on, silent
And galaxies die alone
And no one will know.
This place,
Where once, our babies did grow.
But time will go on
And the earth is aglow
Just as it was, seven billion years ago.

Seven billion today
Tomorrow more
What is the real figure?
For all out Nuclear War?

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The Bus is my Sanctuary

When I get on the bus,
I can let my mind be free,
free to write this poem, 
free to stop, and eat ice cream.

On the bus, I think about 
great heroes, superman; 
speeding planes, leaping 
over tall buildings.

Sitting in my sanctuary, 
I am transported to the moon. 
There, I meet movie stars,
riding in my artistic studio.

I watch the characters, 
And the actors perform 
great Shakespearean plays.

Then, I Block out 
the skyscrapers, The noise, 
and the pollution

The bus is a quite place

Where ever I should go,
The bus is my sanctuary

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Maybe one day 
i will be able to live in a single moment 
with my surroundings and every single life 
will be on the right place. 

Maybe my sin is not so wrong 
and my forgiveness will fall 
with the rain on all human race. 

Maybe one day 
before the last sunset 
i will see for the first time 
your loving face.

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Festival of Lights

From the sharp corners of the towering residence,
In perfect linear angles, the shadows slice the concrete path.
The blue party lights add ghostly vigour.
Brown hands toil, browned by rigour.

They dance around in rhythmic pandemonium
Through the murky cavities of the macabre residence.
Yet perfect silence prevails resolutely,
Stabbing vacuous corpses ruthlessly.

Through morning light they lie in deep slumber,
Fantasizing of animated times, now just tormenting rhymes.
And in the night, the foul feast begins again,
This is the festival of lights my dear men!

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The Honey, The Bees, The British and Their Tea

Sitting here drinking my wonderful tea is what i am doing if British i be, the bees fly around from 

flower to flower collecting more pollen for honey by the hour, our drink of choice is the tea that 

we drink the honey we add sweetens and pleases, so we're all connected the british and tea, the 

bees and flowers to honey you see. Honey is what we want when we come home from a bad day 

in cleveland, london, or rome. Honey says i'm glad that you're home and with a quick kiss the 

bad day is all gone. So thanks to the british that drink their tea because they give the bees 

reason to be and from that reason come the fruit of the flower, honey that sweetens the tea that 

we drink. The tea is your life, the bees are your job and the flower is the purpose for which we 

breathe, but the honey is the sweet that makes it all worth it for if a bee would not be then what 

would be then reason to drink this nasty tea.

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The Chicken or the Egg...

There is no true social reform or reconstruction
without individual effort toward a new direction
our social ill's have many philosophic maxims
all somewhat similar to the Pandora's box syndrome

People are the way they are,because
the world is the way it is...
The world is the way it is,because
people are the way they are...

It becomes a collective challenge thru individual effort,
from the inside out,a personal and worthy endeavor
adjustment of the social whole appears superficial
from one to the many,natural process toward the special...

One of the worlds oldest riddles...
" What came first,the chicken or the egg? "

There is no resolution,or reconciling universal mysteries,
until we can approach and understand the mystery of Man...


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Reason Grandpa Writes

This syndrome they call Hurlers,  version MPS-1
I write to advise, alert all and to inform everyone
Their prayers are needed for the future of earth
Arrogance and greed must replace them with mirth

Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar, 
to be heard by family inside heaven's door. 
Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son 
of raising your children in the Florida sun. 

The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak 
and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak. 
He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight, 
through the darkness ahead, trust in the light 

For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends, 
know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends 
Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong 
praying his answer will come with a song. 

Your wishes will soar to the heavens above, 
through family and friends about the one that you love. 
I'm not a prophet, seer or fool, 
just a man who lives by this earthly rule . 

Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky 
that they should enjoy life, long after I die. 
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride 
When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.

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Contained Thinkers

Contained Thinkers

Media instruction
Teaching us morals
Unfolding our ethics
What to wear
What to eat
Leading us around like faceless meat
Showing us what’s right and wrong
What’s beauty define ugliness
How to be
These are lies you see
Locking us in our cage
We will run and buy your lies
Take advantage of us 
Until we die
We were born 
To understand slavery
We accept 
A life without freedom
Where are the philosophers
Where have they gone?
We will not grow
We will not progress
If free thinkers
Philosopher’s minds
Are all locked up
Blinded by the American Dream
Promises of hope and change
We do not challenge
We do not try
Comfortable within their lies

By: Tim Lundmark

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A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.

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The Arrogance of Mr Glad

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a 
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar. 
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to 
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake 
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.

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Recent Revelations

horrific, decades-long
study syphilis, study its effects
covert medical testing

army scientist
bitten by mosquitoes,
yellow fever
mustard gas,
enter chambers
temporarily blind

dark age
hospital patients
injected with plutonium,
atomic soldiers
in the waves
of nuclear explosions

trace amounts of radiation,
in breakfast cereal
of handicapped children
new drug, LSD
dropped over a French town,
unsuspected, hallucinations

with the latest discovery,
reports of dark practices
soon to follow.

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Silence rattles
the conscious mind,
the states of sanity,
sets a cleave,
a divide, between the bold and coward,
borders the two sides;
it demarcates the ones worthy and the ones unworthy.

Voice speaks
the mind, body, soul,
between the rights and wrongs,
between people,
across barriers,
boundaries of color and tongue.

the gumption of the righteous,
the weapon of the righteous,
the enemy of the afraid,
the Deep Fear of the afraid,
the empty void in the afraid,
the badge of honor of the honorable,
the badge of pride of the honorable.

The ones
who have laughed
and have their hearts experience joy,
who have cried
and have learned from the hurt,
who have cheered
and shared the euphoria,
who have asserted,
and not let vice govern their minds, 
who have triumphed
and stood up tall and proud before the rest,
who have stood up for who and what they are,
who did not look back,
and who did not hesitate,
who let fortitude and gallantry be their anthem;
they thus possess the greatest weapons to stand unswayed for the days and years to come.

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Holding The Sun

I grew up in a place I didn't want to be
Became someone that i knew i didn't want to be
Society grabbing me by the throat telling me to be me
But who are they to say that I should be what is not me?
Catastrophe shaking this world, leaving fault lines at the finish line
Scarred for what we have to look forward to
You can't put your soul on hold for all your past pretensions
Earthquakes changing the course of continuation
Throwing vibes from left and right
Hitting the pedal to ignite
What imperial dilemmas that arise from such despise
From what i know i'm just another reflection of disguise, who am i?
Those that float around with no worries in the world,
Don't care about the money, all they've got is what's gold
The people who kill, for power and respect
Dont realize what is out there is what's in the next step
And it's all in their head
We've got all of eternity
The tower of destruction that'll set us all free
Cause in the end we always find that there's another place to be;
physically or mentally.
People walking around with frowns carved into their faces
I wonder if theyll ever look up and see that they've been going places
All along, 
Giving up falling down through the cracks of the ground
They're at fault for all loss that was among their own soul
Oh, its a cold world
As it slowly turns, im watching the clock tick as i feel the room burn
And its funny, that people try to play the game of constant manipulation,
Repeated deification.
Thinking they were born alive, but really,
They were only born to die.
No not everyone lives under the sun these days
A lot of those that fear thy own will fall pale in the shade
Under a dead willow
How we all want the sun because it's here for a reason
We all expect it to invest in the seasons
The government work of treason,
Throwing ropes to pull it down
Making this place so much hotter than it was when underground
I can't stand to be bothered by the burn that it's put on my wrist
From slamming this door shut, we've got to put an end to this
We're destroying what's inside ourselves cause of things on all the shelves
Yet he destroys, and he breaks, so we build
They take the money, and we run it while they kill
Although it's kinda funny that the state depends on pills,
I'll hold the sun and run away from all that's real.

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Ego Vulture

What do you see in the mirror of your reflection? 
your own body, or your own detection? 
or the competition of another...the mindless mind occupy your subjective projector
Confusing, deluding...dreams know more order, dreams show more practical structure
The Ego is your master and you the acute apprentice infecting the weak of reality 
using the close resources to master it's design in your mind
It's built your normality and to question is your own insanity 
Feasting upon your wretched blindfold granting your desires \
it gave you your house, that house in which it made you. 
the fatal awareness that mostly last breaths discover
a touching leap too late too seeped with much too weep 
And by then too little to seek what then shall you do once you see the truth?

Could you even muster your own imagination and destroy natures enemy
Or are you the Anti-persona dripped in your own tragedy rippled and shelled
making a hell of a heaven or a heaven of a hell this is the abundant device 
so rarely fought so quiet like mice so if you unveil this master of tricks 
be sure to find your way out of it like shattered glass you may find yourself 
lost without hope grinding deeper into the oblivion vanishing like air in smoke.

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Little things not big things

It's not always the big things that make the world
a much colder place
But the little things
every day we face.

As the world groans
and dreadful things happen
as we see on TV
It's clear people have changed
and things are not
how they used to be.

Many People are out of control
all morals and care for others
seems to have gone
people tend to do what they want
and no longer sing the same song.

It's true  today
many of us lead stressful lives#
and for many it's dog eat dog
to survive.

Obsessed  with our electronic devices
we find escapism and lose ourself
in games and cyberspace
technology can be useful
but lost in our little worlds
and troubles
we have lost the personal contact
so important to the human race.

Many things are out of our control
the greedy rich get richer
and the poor get more poor
there are those who seek peace
and those who want war
Love and understanding
doesn't seem to count no more
We have lost our way
Turned our backs on faith
We are living in desperate

The problem is everyone thinks differently
we are not all the same
If only we did think the same
for good and better
and had love for each other
could we ever make a change.

The Devil cracks the whip
and has the whole world in his grasp
I pray for the world
that salvation will come fast.

What we  see  happening in the world today
was foretold long ago
So many are blinded by Satan
or don't want to know.

The great book will deliver the truth
Just look around you
open your eyes and see the proof.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014. march.

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Wisdom and Knowledge

a cup may contain water but it is not the water words may point to the truth but they are not the truth form may express the essence but it is not the essence knowledge may lead to wisdom but it is not wisdom having knowledge is being intellectual having wisdom is being intelligent knowledge deals with the parts wisdom deals with the whole the whole is more than the sum of the parts wisdom is more than knowledge

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A Wise Man

A Wise Man It has been said that in the last Centry an American tourist, went to the City of Cairo in Egypt. It was with the intetion of visiting a famous WISE Man. The tourist hired a cab to take him to see this Wise Man. Everyone knew about him. The turist was surprised when the cab driver took him to a very poor side of town. Again the tourist was surprised to see that the Wise man lived in a very simple room. There was a lot of books and only very few pieces of furniture. A bed, a table a couple of chairs. Where is the furniture asked the tourist? The Wise Man asked where is yours? The turist answerd - I am just passing through. The Wise man answered - so am I. Life here on Earth is just Temperary, but people live like they are going to live here eternally. They forget to be happy.the value of things is not in how long they last, but the intensity of how they happen. That is the reason, why we have - unforgetable moments, unexplainable things and incomperable people. Remember this - God is not going to ask you - what kind of car you owned? He is going to ask you - How many people did you take in your car? God is not going to ask you - how many square feet did your house have? He is going to ask you - how many people did you recieve in your house? The tourist left. He didn't need to know anymore... 04/08/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.

To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.

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Doland's pie consumption

Who are you to have ever claimed loved towards me, 
someone whom you’ve yet even seen..
but a fool you are, if when passing by, obsess and attest
that for me you would die.

But would you forgive me?
My credulity intact…
If I claim without reason to trail away from deceiving…

Stubbornly amused,
Seemingly lost a friend again,
caught up in the tangents.
so uncouth,
to ennoble ones self through an enmity loaned.
and intoned upon the able fact that without our pact
there would be no tract…
no able pinned feature to allure,
to distract?

How would you abstract in this world, 
filled with truth,
‘pon these features we’ve gleamed as it seems to arraign in us
a meaning,  a trust…
Our personal tribunal of mutuality…

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Word of Wisdom

                                             A word of wisdom 
                       Is never smarter than the person who read it

31th.January 2012

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From stars we've fallen,
Following a trip of destination secret.
Conspiracy of Universe 
In an endless course.
Some choices own mysterious terms.
Yet, thousands of golden signatures
Brought us in fields of a land
Earthen and wet.
We walk these paths of pebbles
With human steps,
Shapes formed for a purpose divine.
Out of this body,
This shield
We search our alter ego
Resembling to a half moon profile,
Trying to grasp the lost gold.
Our hands, carved and stoned
Holding years of gratitude and flaws,
Yet there are so empty!
Our feet, stuck to a road reaching to a dead end 
Never learned to fly.
The unreachable sky we stare,
Creating Myths about Gods who passed and died,
Deceiving rain and snow with a mind
Promising but always defective.
Are we the secrets of a divine reason
Not yet revealed? 
The aces in a game fixed?
Through oblivion we survive,
If only one remembered, in what world would we live?
And we balance between catastrophe and evolution
Stars with a trembling light in nights of temptation.
Out of this body, this earthen invention
There is a truth seeking it's glory
There is a story seeking it's chronicle
There is divinity seeking spirits of purity.
Esprit flying, forming blue, red, yellow, black and white 
From the start
In a world where the last judgement awaits.
A redemption for the soul's trip. 
The endless journey we find and condemn,
A distribution we pass with divine hands.

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Forlorn alien, invader

Alien, invader
The green shadow sits on my terrace of slanting night, 
a night, which has escaped the tortuous alleys of unalleviating city. 

The shadowy invader, the alien, the lonesome foreign body 
watches the clusters of bright sparkles and trails, 
in oiled rhythm, of mechanical creatures. 
It comes to its mind 
human are like their machines too.  

A soft wind rises from Ganges; 
a blind bat becomes alert of the alien presence; 
the fire on the dumping ground hisses.

It is different landscape.
Theirs is more barren.
Still, the alien likes its planet 
and to the creature we are also aliens.

The green shadow sits on my terrace, every slanting night, 
seeing us with a soft distance, seeking dispassionate resemblance, 
not quite understanding, through the glass of a reverse telescope.
~© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar.

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Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith

Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days

Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains

Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze

You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale

The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?

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Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.

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Antithesis of seeking

The extent you search determines the extent you see…
For searching equates missing which manifests not seeing that which is their however not 
The one eternal moment is now or now or now…
Not existing previous or after…
Only our minds cloud the stillness clarity pool attempting to clean its mud coated hands…
The mind has two hands existing in two pools…
The muddy media marsh surrounding the inner purity lagoon…
With stillness I observe this moment…
With stillness I swim in the now sea…
Present awareness mirrors inner feeling into that which the seeker aimlessly seeks…

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In the Morning

Its morning, when I turn my eye
To where the light folds up the shadows
Over rooftops, as if the shutters rise.
And where the clouds drift aimlessly,
Across the prairie skies.
The planet, turning slowly on its axis.
Spins through the heavens, silently.
As I think about my day, and sip my tea.

And in the world outside,
The sunlight falls upon the chestnut tree,
Its golden syrup mingling with the dew,
Shimmering through the branches and the bough,
And in the dappling light,the day begins anew.

Its morning time as I sip my tea,
When I'm filled with grace.
The earth sails quietly on its way,
Through the cold expanse of space.
Distant oceans of turquoise,
Fall under sunless skies,
And watch the celestial fires flare out,
To greet their own demise.
The stars long dead, are living still,
In far off galaxies, 
And store their dreams within the beams,
Of light they send to me.

And in the world outside,
Where the sky is azure blue.
The honey bees are suckling,
On the last of the morning dew.
The birds are chirping noisily,
High up on the chestnut tree,
And the chicks inside the nested eggs,
Are struggling to be free.

Its morning time, 
As I put on my shoe,
I think of every lie I heard,
And the ones I thought were true. 
The waves of long forgotten seas 
Are crashing to the shore,
And the stars that rose at nightfall 
Are the lights beneath my door.
I will take a moment, 
Before I tie my lace,
To think of the universe 
And ponder of my place.
The stars are just the pearls, 
That shine beneath the sea.
The moonbeams are the lights,
That guide us to be free.
And as I sit alone, 
Sipping on my tea,
I find myself revolving,
As the earth revolves with me.

There are demons in the heavens,
Angels trapped in hell,
And the gods among the stardust,
Just attract us and repel.
The eagles are left swooping, 
On the valley floor below.
As the sun reflects the light
In its majesty and glow.

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The Switch Up

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Time Marches

Time marches on
How is it that the years have advanced so quickly
In my mind I still have my youth
I feel no limitations
My body remains strong
Still there is my reflection
Greying hair 
Wrinkles where once smooth skin once resided
This image feels so incongruent 
Is this really my reflection?
Should I cover all my mirrors?
Should I live out my years in the bliss of self dillusion?
Yesterday is not today 
I realize somehow I am less and still I am more
Time marches on
I see it in the way youth interact with me
They do not see the young spirit that resides within me
I have unspent laughter and tears
My voice will not be silenced
I still have mountains to climb
I am not ready to give up on my dreams
My body remains strong
I feel no limitations
I rise with strength and purpose
One day time will March on
I will be diminished and yet I will be more
New gifts will be laid at my feet
New dreams will replace old ones
I will remain
Time will march on and I will no longer be here
Still I will remain
My spirit is eternal
I will be living a new dream
Time will be of no concearn

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Jurassic Beauty

Emerald mountains border shaved rock facades.

Pallid clouds speckle the electric blue sky,
Remininscent of a robins egg ready to hatch.

Mounds of cotton candy trail behind the sailboats engine.

Aroma is flavored with ginger and orchids.
Fragrance spreads the island like jam on warm toast.

Dolphins jump up waving.
Sea turtles putter,skimming the ocean top for tourists leftovers.

Waterfalls spill over golf course green barrier reefs

Poverty is tucked behind this garden of Jurassic beauty.

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Palindrome Quirks

Palindrome Quirks

Gateman, has thou seen my nametag
Tips he replied or else upon thy boot I shall spit
Evil doer! Can I not but endure this shame to live

Was it thy dog upon yonder grass I saw?
Rats! Rover has been seen by the clear night’s star
God! Why did I ever get a dog?
Swap thy canine for a bird with no paws

Reviled unto myself I must now deliver
Repaid in full by this dirty diaper
Lived, thou has not until thou hast smelled the devil

Pots with gangly growth have but stop
Spot has urinated upon its tops
Smart would it be for it to leave upon the trams
Warts his master has from the pissed on straw

Adaven, now a ghost town located in Nevada
Stressed were the miners when Millie severed no desserts

By Mark A. Goodson

Semordnilap Palindrome’s:




Stressed/ desserts

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resurrect static

Tap into the art of the unknown magick , unknown by vocabulary unable to bridge a connection 
Lost like trickles of water in the cracks of the next dimension
 Gaping black hole sucking life 
Through the straw of deletion, everything is consumed though time 
With a little to grant fruition, everything is on repeat until the jolt of perfection hasn’t reaped 
Its pole position such confusion has become a daunting pollution 
Unable to reach any conclusion without understanding a foundation 
This structure is without a clue it’s all wrong it’s all off 
The geometry secret has gone beyond our capacity given once but lost 
It’s all here the infinite reply the infinite answer invisible to all 
If browsed by any if ever a any, captivating its mass transparency 
In the splinter of a second one grain of it’s speed the equivalent in weight, of ten million elephant feeds 
Holy imagination laid to rest upon that last moment we like to claim as best 
And then back to ignorance and yet again sucking on the teat of another’s breast 
These are truths of wandering masses running around after materials, memories 
And prideful clashes and what a purpose built and all done before 
It all means no-thing when everything was saw piled on the heap of extinction 
Burnt, vanished, broken, diluted mended and then manifested ashes 
The plethora of our understanding it’s all gone, Just magick.
hints of sorrow and completely tragic. 

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Suicide Is Not an Option

Winter storms and I

Are sometimes one in the same.

Dark and gloomy, no blue sky

We feel no shame.

When the storm is done

Beauty is left behind.

No need to get a gun

Life is now aligned.

-Duane LaChance Sr. 2011

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Paper Heroes

There are no more heroes in the world
Nobody to look up to anymore 
No integrity displayed by anyone 
No honor 
No loyalty 
No honesty 

Now it’s all just flash 
Lights and glitz 
And the latest reality blitz 
Nothing of any real substance 

Gone are the days of a child’s hero 
Long live the reign 
Of the digital zero 

Media’s royalty 
Is the new elite
With piles of cash 
And the latest tweet

Rappers and thugs 
With bling and bang 
Rhyming their way
With the latest slang

What a sad display 
From a once great creature
The trading of humanity 
For the next glitzy feature

I am sick at the thought
Of the future of my race
Who sold out their souls  
For more advertising space

It’s all too funny 
To even get mad 
I just sit and observe 
The next latest fad 

Perhaps being of limited existence isn’t so bad 
It spares one the continuing freak show of the mad 

Eric (and sometimes not) 

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I’m a happy dreamer
-I am that cocooned butterfly
In a shell of fragile webs
That dreams of flying, a splitting of the cage
Oblivious to the outside 
Where stretches a spider’s net
Neatly waiting
Oblivious to my dreams
-Oh, happy dreams.

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Unborn Baby's Dream

Warm and safe inside my Mom I love to hear her sing, The song soothes my soul and helps me to sleep. Although I am small I can produce such strong emotion, Already I make others think of things other than themselves, No stronger bond can be produced than a mother and child, Decisions of whether to have me or not can hold such fury, In the end, the decisions are made out of a strong love. People judge what is right or wrong but should stay quiet. I need a home with unconditional love, one that will make me a part of their life, one that will keep me safe, one that help me grow to be a good person, and one that will allow me to be open and understanding of all aspects of life including anyone’s decisions about the right to life. I need to be loved as no other, by a family who truly cares and wants me. My dream is for all unborn children to have this gift. To be born into a life of hate, violence, illness, drugs and disregard would never happen - in my dreams.
Written October 2, 2012 For the Scribe’s Contest “Unborn Babies Dreams”

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Between The Balance And The Dream

I have loved solitude for a long time                                                                                            And silence has been a good companion                                                                                   Like prayer for the masses                                                                                                                                                      Silence has carried me above the din and clatter of the world                                                                        And beyond myself to the process of becoming                                                                              The balance between the vision and the dream                                                                                                                                                                      Where reality is ever waiting for us all

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There's A New Day Coming (Repost)

Morning rays unfolding
like fingers formed 
Trace the far-reaching dreams
To awaken the sleeping children
To recognize the dawn 
Of the new world

There were promises made 
that shall not be broken
Rest assured 
That there's going to be 
Some major changes made

Weeping and mourning 
Will be no more ...
Pain and sickness 
Will cease to exist...
No famine in the lands
Feeble minds will be 
Granted wisdom from above

This is for the betterment of mankind
So, rest assured dear friends 
Believe me when I tell you 
There’s a new day coming.

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I Am The Animal

I am the animal, 
The tiniest, 
And the powerless.
I am what 
The wealthiest love to adopt.

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Christmas Everywhere

Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.

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These People

Raging flags fight in the midst of war they are raised
In the presence of blood to be held
High, to dignities and pride to be kept aside
To days and weeks to be spent in fighting each other?
Just because difference of opinion has occurred?
The world is a mess
People are fighting themselves
The numbers are decreasing, and your life is lessening
Though that, you come here and fight
People, most people are mad
They kill and murder innocent living souls
Slaughtering them to this very day 
Condemning their lands and taking the only thing that matters
Losing their minds, they purse a young child’s heart
Hundreds and hundreds of days they stood,
Defenseless but they did defend
Their country, their beloved home
And predators, oh vicious predators 
In times like this, they deserve to be stopped
Deserve to be ridden from their ability to stand
For how many souls have they ridden the ability to live?
They deserve to be held, fought and punished
These predators, these people deserve to be killed
No difference in opinions have they caused
But a difference of souls they have stolen
To be held and sought the damage that was fallen by their own very hands
Yeah, they’re very hands that God have given not for this
Not to do this
But some people have been given a heart to feel
But those people pressed hardly and locked away their feelings
Those people deserve nothing but Death
Not to die peacefully, to be killed by the same manner
To be given the same harshness
These people should be shown the opposite of  Leniency !

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I am Angry You See

(The voice of a Native American)

I am Angry You See

I am angry you see
Do I not have a right to be?

You and your kind took everything from me
Before you came my people were free
You took my home, my food, 
Finally you took my land
I will never understand
You made up reasons to kill
Your ruthlessness to fulfill

I’m Angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?

As General:

You led soldiers in battle
You treated men like cattle
While you sat upon a horse
You had no remorse
You watched your soldiers die
You didn’t even cry
I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?

Your soldiers killed our braves
But this  wasnot enough for you
You did what was a common to do
You raided our camps, killing the wise
With no reason my people you despise
Our homes you ravaged
And you called us the savage

I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?

Years have come and gone since those days
You have not changed your warring ways
You seek land not your own
This bountiful land you have abused and overgrown
I watch you from the Happy Hunting ground where I now reside
I see floods and tragedies your treachery provides

I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?

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They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought

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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

© 2011 JSL

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Wisdom Is Old Age

Like a fatigued athlete he rests on a wooden chair 
Gazing a spot in every revealing minute
As ancient thoughts roam in his word-mastered skull
Wisdom is old age! 

He summons us the prodigal offsprings
As proverb drips so is wisdom
Sanctifying our hedonism slaved minds 
Wisdom is old age!

He does say culture is value
And Wisdom is the voice of an aged man
Despise not your root while pursuing hedonism of modernity
Wisdom is old age!

"Offend not man and thou shall not be offended 
Fall in love but save your secrets for your security"
Those are refrains creeping from his tongue
True wisdom is old age and Grandpa is wise!

For Carol Brown's contest: "Memories of grandpa or grandma" 

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We live in penury

All the comforts that modern life bestows
On the human race across the seven seas
Despite advances in material acquisitions
We still live in penury that is not material.

Ample instances of powerful nations with
Abundance of wealth and material riches
And affluence kissing them in all exuberance
Do still live in penury that is not material.

The wealth that men accumulate in their life
For living in comfort and ease without strife
Do surely help in bolstering the exalted hype
But still live in penury that is not material.

All the progress achieved to make our life rich
Have miserably failed the mankind to realize
With vigorous efforts to reach the goal set
We still live in penury that is not material.

Those who understand the futility of riches’
Are the ones that lead truly a wealthy life
The rest though found rolling in affluence
Still live in penury that is not material.

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The Revelation of Winter's Warmth

The Revelation of Winter’s Warmth
                                  by Odin Roark

What values do we so readily disregard
these short days of winter?

How easily we ignore
air filled with crystalline arrest,
bestowing remembrance of colors in respite,
while we engage our will to embrace
the resistance, the invitation to accept.

Winter ushers us to perfect seats
where bows of pine and oak wood
curl their needle and leaf
into protection and sleep,
a wisdom we know little of,
nature’s ancestral intransience.

This stage of emptiness soon overflows,
like protective strands of lace interlocked,
woven crystals that cloak bare branches
while crusts of ice bear final witness,
time’s cover for now,
irrigation come spring.

How wise
this four act saga of nature,
void of discrimination,
knowing how little life requires
of comfort we so covetously horde,
even as rarefied light,
that which never hides in the shadows,
always provides,
if only we would pause…


An audience of seeds will survive
amidst a huddled awareness,
providing innate connection
to all that is,
from all that was,
those knowing well
that which patience rewards.

When will we learn…

Survival of the fittest
understands beyond the science,
beyond a season,
gathering carefully the warmth to offer later,
one body to another,
revealing the exponential wonder
to other unique crystals in flight,
the we of them,
the them of us.

Nature’s singularity,
so very near for some,
a winter’s cold away for others.

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Small Boats

small boats 
can still sail 
within the stormiest 
of weathers
as long as they avoid
rain waters 

© Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(November 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)

Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell

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This Isn't a Poem

It suddenly struck me as I sat in my familiar chair 
towards the back of the white buzzing café,
a hazelnut terzetto staring up at me,

it struck me what Magritte was trying to tell us
when he painted “This Is Not A Pipe” below
the dark strokes of a brown bowl and black stem,

a slight glare the only sign of life beyond it.
He wasn’t pointing out what was real and not
with a wave of disdain to the perplexed viewer

but, rather, was underlining what most of us are
too frightened to admit, that everything is what
we make of it – or not – and objects have no

preference as to the labels spectators cook up.
And I will leave you with that slippery nugget,
close the spinach leaf I was scribbling in,

take a last sip of the faded photograph before me
and step out into the foggy rush hour bee hive,
this life vest slipped carefully into my coat pocket.

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East of Eden

East of Eden, silver rays pierce
My languid eyes in oblivion;
Half-awaken by the tick of time
in the swelling of my hourglass,
For the time has come
And it is the climax. My climax.
Looking at the morning star,
My eyes shut in a speed of light
As if the scorching heat
Ignited the chariot to throttle;
And friction made it less
Painful than reality. I slumbered,
As nightmares flashed in a
Kaleidoscope of blurry visions,
Frozen, my heart is frozen;
But the star is at its zenith
Aflame by the Power. I seek
For light where the darkness dwelt,
Even if I am East of Eden.

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A Daily Testimony of a World's Decline

My daily drive; today through pouring rain,
Behind road fog snaking towards me from the truck ahead,
Slowly approaching the cloud-shrouded glass and metal,
Framed by downtown's bustling highways.

Graffiti on walls and overpasses define the city climate
Testimony of a divided space and time
Obscenities litter the viaducts and road signs
Racial slurs and sexual innuendos graphically apparent.

Beggars crowd each corner light.
Wheel chaired homeless; missing limbs and teeth,
Huddled beneath layers of sweaters and tattered jackets,
Mumbling into their private cyberspace of unreality.

Parking lots crowded with brown skinned men,
Waiting for one day's employment to wander by,
Speaking a language that is becoming the norm,
Twelve deep clustered in one room flats.

Sirens wail as the babies cry,
Crack head infants abandoned to a depleted system,
Children birthing children into a burdened structure,
Seams bursting in the waistcoat of mankind.

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The Rose and I

Viewed from the snow covered mountain
Slopes laden with flower beds like
Colorful vase of flowers
I saw the* the Himalayan rose
I asked, “Why are you all alone?
Beauty is to be adored”
You should give yourself before
Your petals fall to dust”.

Quick came the response from rose
“Am not lonely, enjoy these heights
Shelter of blue umbrella”.
I asked if I crush your petals
Rose said he would be glad
Its fragrance will radiate.
Purpose of life fulfilled
If destroyed not admired.

As I was about to pluck it,
It said,*Stop, give a second thought”.

“If you truly love me
Better leave it on my stem
If still cannot resist the desire
Pluck me but respect the thorns
As your lady has pins and needles
In case you don’t feel me
Give it to someone but still
My fragrance will stay in your hands.”


Date: 30-9-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth place win
Contest: The Rose (Allegory) Giorgio Veneto

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I'm like a lion
Tryin to be  trained
to behave in a cage, but
I wasnt born to be tame
Full of stress and rage
 Im compressed and chained
Infected with depression
beCause I cant catch a break
Lifes taste is so tart
In pain from my scars
Stained by lame luck
Stuck behind apace car
I strive to write
But all I can type is the space bar
I'm Pervaded with doubt
About to freakout
Quick Someone bail me out
I would sniff my way out
but I got this cyst on my snout
From 6 years of this drought
Im sittin with this could of pout
Stickin to me like jam from a can
like melted candy in your hand
I'M a pantree full of Spam
 A Letter without the stamp
A debtor without a plan
Like chicken on a pan without any Pam,
Damn I'm starting to get pissed
 I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist,
Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball
got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall
 Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls
I want to brawl, missed last call
My Stick shift just stalled,
This lawl has no intention at stopin at all
And I'm kicking myself in the balls
like old men walking up and down the halls
so i flop, just like a dust mop
Now i got knots in my food box
The size of king kongs rocks and
Every door has been locked
I try to soar but its all for not

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Flying With Spaceships

Blue ellipses
Rolling rumbling honey wagons
Glory shouts came from up the river
Shining, I wasn’t alone
My hope clings to mountains
Finding and never knowing
In the moment of soaring

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Leaves know-
Not the beauty
Of flowers they hold.
Tongue knows-
Not the beauty
Of words, unspoken.

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On Sorrow and Praise

(And being there in their reality)

All sorrows can be born

if you tell them in a story

what if you can't find the words

to tell your malady

what if the story tells you

makes you, shapes you?


Experience tells us

that our childhoods

leave us in stories like this

stories we never found

a way to voice

no one there to

help us find the words


When we can't find

a way to tell our story

our story tells us

we dream stories

we develop symptoms

we act in ways

we don't understand


Being present in

someone else's reality

takes effort

but isn't that what

relationships are all about

effort - hard work

thinking about

significant others

ultimately is more

needed than praise.

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Question without fear

You silence the noise, from your electric clock turn on the lights, shower and your coffee pot Do you feel blame for what you have done Since, the clock signaled, your day had begun Hundreds of simple tasks, that we do everyday No qualm of consequence, cost or whom will pay Trying to survive, with wife and children we create No concern of air, sea, land or errors we berate In life's maze we seek wealth and that better life Finding lies, debt, plague and fear, in this forest of strife Spirit weak hopeless, afraid, when any query is raised behind apathy and delusion hide, earth will be unfazed Deadly dregs of destructive waste, defiled sea and sand With befouling of the heavens, mutating plant and man Creating wealth the priority, of humanity on earth Pantology repressed, to seed arrogance not mirth People's voice was muted, for way to many years Unanswered questions persist, we can't afford to fear Prospects to correct mistakes to save this great land Seems ironic to say but, "Are in the Peoples Hands".

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Reaching Out

Reaching out to others you’ll find you’re never alone. There’s comfort there, even in the worse of times. God gave us arms to hold others tight. He gave us eyes, to see others plight. He gave us legs to get to those arms. He gave us hearts to know where to go. But only he can show you the key… To love, and hope and eternity. Written 1-2-2015

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                                                  The poets job 

                                                   is to magnify

                                             to unveil the veiled
                                         describe the indescribable

                             Say what every one else is afraid to say...
                         I guess the liquor makes that a little bit easier ...

Written BY: Elliott Bowe

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Schooling The Young Horse

Rabbits, hens, and elephants respond
According to the signals communicated--
What is the use of running?
It is forbidden   --by your hand.
Here we try to escape artfully.
Where is the exit?
Donde esta la salida?  Por favor.
No salida But we sell souvenir postcards.
After the show.

(This might all happen in a moment of decision)

Give me to be manifest and free and
As yet untamed
As the wind.
How significant do you regard freedom to be?
Freedom to be...

It's a good thing you were taken from the fields.
The buffalo people are gone.
It's a good thing you abandoned the sky,
Now eagles are leaving their nesting places
To fall quicker than shooting stars.

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The spell life cast on relationships

What happened to relationship compromising
Instead they become equally mentally damaging
practicing the art of being demanding
When they should be actively searching for understanding

When they could be workin on openness 
They remain focused on personal business
And the mistakes grow relentless
Entering late to be rebellious

But noones jealous
Both with their time selfish

They've mastered keeping their hands and bodies to themselves
These chapters reaching lands where everybodies love shelved
And with no antidote to break this spell
It works its magic from twelve back to twelve

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a few times

a few times
you said i was beautiful
and i flew
off  a lemon 
to the top of the moon
and rode to mars
in a silver tipped spoon

and when you thought 
i was ugly
i swept dirt off the floor
of a storm pitched sea
and ate raisins 
in a egg shell tree

by janetta

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Tea With The Queen

Elizabeth Regina
why don't you drop in 
For a cuppa some time
Let this queenish stuff go
For a day or so and
Call in for a chat

Parking will not be a problem
You can anchor the QE2
In the stream 
At the bottom of the garden

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If Life Was a Cookie

If life was a cookie, it might be chocolate chip
Filled with sweet bits of chocolate so gooey,
Homemade, though, with bitter parts unbaked
And sometimes might feel a mite too chewy.

If life was a cookie, it might be vanilla
With sugar sprinkles as a glittering cover,
But underneath, sometimes you'll find
A burnt underside, after turning it over.

If life was a cookie, it might be oatmeal
With raisins or chocolate--your choice.
Choose one or the other; it's your life
But taking a risk will lessen life's joys.

If life was a cookie, it might be cream-filled
With monochrome colors, like an Oreo.
We self-segregate for petty reasons,
Why? We don't really know.

If life was a cookie, it might be Chinese,
A fortune cookie, golden and wise
Flavor depends on the person who eats it
And fortune to those who look inside.

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In League with Others

I am in league with the roses,
Petals askew in a scarlet conspiracy

Oh I am in league with the roses,
Swaying along in this lover’s confederacy;

I’m in league with the devils,
A mob together raging alight

I’m in league with the devils,
Our very breaths fanning our damned plight;

And with the clouds I have marched abreast,
Bringing storm and heavens in tow

For amongst the clouds I have marched abreast, 
Purpose seeded in the sky to grow;

I am a hire sword in league with grander designs,
Through all of which I am never prone

Yes, I am a hireling in league with foreign designs,
Happy that I am never still to stand alone.

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Face your maker

I wish for nothing. But, in colour
They splash my bones -as flowers, rare
Dreaming still, they brim an’ lull’
On lucid thrones -they dare

Too ‘just’ visage -in blameless fleet
Or cannon a whisper, upon worlds defeat
They fold in cleft -all rooms, to bare 
The dangle of toes an’ the pump of hearts air

But, still only echo -polluted, they groan
Falling ill an’ out an’ moral by meat
On dancing pavements an’ chalked to the stone
Alone they have ridden’, but hopeless they greet

So, face your maker. But, in colour
No labour, fierce angel -for who crowned you so rare?
For if you could shake, this world with a wish
Who holds the power –out there?

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In Time

in some places there
triple direction pathways
by moonlit freedom of will
process parallelograms mockingly
charted retrograde inside
       or beyond
excruciating blissfulness
by therapeutic forefathers in
of religion by mutiny of
wrapped up pentagrams and
ever higher while ham bakes
underneath silver mines of
blackened trees scoped through
relative lenses closing in on
  slowly drowning in preciously

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It's A Duty

I am me
This I life
The one bit of it that I aptly perceive is – 
Life isn’t free

Life is the most invaluable thing 
Providence, intelligent as it is
Mustn’t be prone to waste its resources
Each living thing a capital to a definite end

Each and everything is alive
Ask the scientist of the day and they’ll agree
It thus befits that everything exists for a specific interest 
Specialization is key if we are to fully live

There’s exquisite order in every aspect of life
The solar system tells of an infinite intelligence
The social life with all its rulers and orders
Tells of the existence of a more superior, infinite rulers and orders

A spoon is almost like a fork
…but definitely different from it
A fork may attempt to do what a spoon does
But never as efficiently

We are what we are
Each in his and her diverse respect
Focus only on the deeds you best can
Let me specialize on being the best I can
…and let’s leave the rest

From the elephants to the ants
Each as important to the benefit of Mother Earth
Life has us all, with intention to co-exist
Lets all live actively, for Mother Nature’s benefit

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

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Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me

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Do You Mind

Do you mind?

I said I mind
My mind
When I have
A mind.
When i meet
Another mind
I find my
Out of mind
And my
Sole soul
Pats my mind
As if to
"Hey, mind
Your mind"

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Midnight Worship

Through each passing night
I profess the songs of my spirit
Into the darkening sable skies
Ever higher and uninhibited

A complete release of each aspiration
Reverberating into faint perpetuity
Softly through the damp silken strands 
Through the restive web spun of today

My pining hopes softly tumble
Petioles of desire’s violet blossom
Onto the sleeping eyes of reverie
In perfumed hopes my essence stirs

Here I beseech the untapped promise
In sweet mint blossoms of Black Birch trees
On the seashore I profess my passions
To the moon I rise and fall in the reverent waves

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I awaken to something awry, I float as a 
Wanderer between the plains of day and night
Amidst the clouds and winding streets. 
An outward compass points opposite the right
Yet, an inner voice shall be my guide

The moon shines in the sky so bright
And the sun awaits it chance to break day
What feet shall travel this road tonight?
Where there is no room for the hearts of the faint
Hurry calls the callous compass, do not stray…

However, the inner voice tells me, Not today
For the route the compass must take 
Seems easy enough, for the fool to follow`
But the long winding road journeys 
Towards brighter tomorrows

No longer adrift — it is the Way of Truth
That this once wandering soul now follows…

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Poverty NYC

Frigid temperatures drop
Wind chill in low digits
Park benches become co-ops
Under newspaper blankets a man fidgets
Trying to make the best of the hand he was dealt
Man, he’s felt so many lows
Now he’s just looking to sew any clothes
that he can get his hands on
into another layer
Just to help him answer a prayer
Don’t look at him like he has cancer & stare
He’s weathered the storm 
many a time
Trying to keep warm
Begging for change
A nickel
A penny
A dime
He’s begging for change
and he don’t even know it
We show it doesn’t matter
when we look at him 
Creeped out
Stoic faces weave doubt
into his old tattered coat
Twice removed
Giving up on life
How hard he tries
or how hard he cries
Strangers despise him
Is it Darwin’s theory or Marx’
that deprive him?
It’s a pitiful scene 
without words to describe him
Defeat in his eyes
with no Phoenix to arise him
He smiles grim
Not cuz he thinks something’s funny
The trials trim away pounds from his face
He’s got no money
Can’t get a job
Who would ever hire a slob?
He’s got no address
Doesn’t even sleep on a mattress
He needs a shower, new clothes, and groomin’
Before anyone even considers him 
somewhat close to being human
Harry Truman walkin through Manhattan projects
Looking at people as objects
We need to stop this

Who’s got this?

And who’s got next?

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Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...

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Life Laughs Tragedy My Way

I walk without moving,
  Across a world I can’t see,
    As life laughs tragedy at me.
Laughter amidst the progress of man.
  Languish against the prowess of man.
    Malicious laughter raising "round-robin".
      May I ask their intent?
        Inquire of their bent?
          My destruction?
            Pure amusement?
              Self defense?
What's your inspiration?
  We watch your work and wonder.
What's your constant notion?
  We walk the world. We wander.
You've lost me,
  You've tossed me
    To the dark, deadly depths.
      You hailed me.
        You failed me.
           No reprise, no rest.
  I have succumbed to seclusion.
    Beat down.
      Feeling the dry ground.
        Fearing the melodic sound:
          My desperate breathing,
            My own heart beating.
              Yet, even my fears could not imagine the depth of loneliness.
Every morsel has no flavor.
  Every bite of this life is bland.
    Though I strive to savor,
      I cannot help but spit-out your offering of sand.
For the sake of being morbid
  For the hope of seeming hopeless
    I crawl through the dirt of graves
      With astounding display of drama in the dragging of my legs.
        Announcing the refusal of my remaining days.
          A tantrum of sorts.
            Played-out in the dust.
              With Life and Death looking on in disgust.

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Thin line

Thin line between politics and truth
Be a man like sword  both sides  akin
What could do man without wearing  mask
Making promises in his dreams without cutting corners
What could do man make others wear his shoes
Afraid of how much  his followers can  take
Betray his felowship  become an enemy

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Pure Denial

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To old school to be a young fool

I remember the rules of this game
Their never going to change
Back on those hot days
When uncle Jay would display
His war wounds and tattoos
Telling us the streets were bad news
Knowing a few would still pay heavy dues
So to that portion he poured in
More answers than questions
Past generations lessons

Their triumphs and failings

How not to step on your neighbors toes
Unless they oppose your household
Then anything goes
Stay nose to nose with your foes
The eyes are the soul
He believed firmly that robberies were cowardly
If your a man make that money
And five minutes of fame
through the street games
Will untimately leave you estranged
From your freedom
When the law meets them
Square business never cheat them
And knowledge of self before knowledge of wealth
You can only play the hand your dealt
He said to question all answers
Professors, doctors and especially lawyers
never squander a quarter
Unless for water
He would say
You can change your ways 
Before you pass away
But he never saw that day
The same streets he felt only he could beat
Trampled him under their feet
So now i teach my son the past and present rules
Cause I'm old school and cant be a fool

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The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.

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Inspiration: our Daily Bread of Life

Inspiration is all around me.  It swirles in the midst of darkness and deceit.  
Blinded by dry tears...the deliverers of this blessed word find me when I know not what to look for or where...
I and my kind walk in circles looking for and end to pain, deceit, betrayal, unlove, uncareing.  We are looking...but not invane.  

When the circles we walk in seem endless take heart and know that it is not a downward spiral...  Keep looking and you will see...  
     (C)....Catherine Buchner    2012

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snow flakes fall to the earth
you close your eyes 
and your body floats 
up to heaven 
and all fall to earth

with the snow
and you scoop it up
and make snow men 
and snow women
which the sun melts 

and all fall to earth 
and the earth becomes one 
large hoary snow ball
until the next 
change in the fall

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Flying a white flag

the best protocol 
for flying a white flag 
is to hang it
on a stiff erect stick

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Like a devoted dog, ignorant of human schemes,
The Moon returns and seems to watch,
Towards worldly affairs she is ambivalent,
Instead she simply shines. 

©david byrne oct ‘12

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Silence Whispers

Silence whispers
Softly murmuring out
Sweet essence breezes
That sighs through your hair
And susurrates the saplings

Taciturn memories
Moment of yesterdays…
Hushed hopes of tomorrow
Fragile reticent promises…
A phantom spectacle

Forever unattainable
Remote and distant
These frivolous voices
Softly murmuring out
Sweet essence breezes

Lost aspirations
Callously blown caveats…
Gently muted choices
Easy and idle thoughts…
Silence whispers 

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See the pollens and spores
from flowers and weeds
and all manner of life
sparkle on a stray breeze
in the late afternoon
Know that the dust in your house
is mostly you and your spouse
and what ever children are
still hanging around,
and that thousands  of creatures
call that dust
Hear that scientists are concerned
with the melt of polar ice
that releases ancient viruses
and a zillion bacterium
into our daily
Read that life and more life
travels through space
on a billion meteorites
and we must wonder where
we march in the procession of 

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Dreams of Yellow Ashes

Dreams once hidden, now appeared,
dreams of an abandoned city,
distortions that mangled me
are my insolvable presentiments,
perhaps, they are just greetings
from hyenas in the night.

Oh, why I get them unbidden? 

It's streets glided into each other
like lifeless labyrinths,
exhausting continuation or
logic of a lost place?

It's houses only waited
as numb, deaf witnesses, 
while the sky was abundant of yellowish grey.
In the reality of anguish and trepidation,
yellow ashes were densely concentrated,
ghostly flux or enigma?

In the distance,
I heard tramps of a horse,
or is it another deception?
He is quiet,I am quiet,
 sound of lie or life!

I am now his only comrade,
for we wandered through yellow ashes alone,
for we understood our prehistoric calls,
in this microcosm we are only brothers!

 Odd set of eyes stared at me,
the most soulful eyes,I ever saw.
What are you trying to tell me,
when everything is already said?

Yellow fog frightened me,
bringing smell of Thanatos,
awaken conscience of executors in this Golgotha?

Executors and victims dance in yellow ashes
while conscience of the humankind
 is withheld on the Balkan soil.

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I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave

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Hateful expressions....

"I should have killed her!" he said as he pulled the ladybug from his chili,
"She would have suffered less than drowning in a man's dinner"

"What a faggot!!!" she said, marveling at the current bundle of willow I was trussing up,
"In fact it's nicer than the faggots my grandfather used to tie up!!"

"God, how I hate him..... i just wish he would die!!!" he said in pure misery,
"That Jack Frost attacks my arthritis every year...with glee!"

"Man, I just wish they'd wipe that ENTIRE race off the planet!!"
"I'll never enter the Boston Marathon again..... they robbed me of my ribbon!!"

"If you ever leave me, I'll hunt you down and DESTROY you!!!"
He was serious. He would have to stamp out any errant ember from his "secret" habit,
As the barn was the only place for a clandestine smoke

"Wow!!!! That's the biggest, shiniest cock I've ever seen!!", he admired out-loud,
Knowing that fighting these magnificent birds was wrong...

All of which are demonstrative of CONTEXT, CONTEXT, CONTEXT......
Even "hateful" expressions can be something other than!
Can we take it too far?? Have we?? Should we??

Wear your heart on your sleeve, but for God's sake
Grow a few more layers of skin, so we all can be our own censors!!!!

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The Moral of this Story

I once knew a bricklayer named Bruno 
And a lunatic known as Joan, 
A Buddhist some called Judas 
And a policeman who was always stoned.

Now Bruno wasn’t brilliant
But he sure could build a wall – 
And when he wasn’t making mortar
He heard a different call.  

Some say it came from mixing up
The water, mud and sand
While others say he had a friend
Only he could see and understand.  

He often talked while working
To his invisible, fanciful friend
Who taught him how to build high arches  
That reached the sky and wishful winds.  

Joan heard voices and made big choices
Like building castles in the clouds – 
For God and friends her head would spin
And no one knows quite how. 

While Judas was a peaceful man 
Always smiling from deep within – 
But someone killed him, mistakenly  
For some other traitorous friend.

And last but not least the policeman,  
A stoner on the beat – 
Who never arrested anyone 
Being usually half asleep.

While loving his mortal enemy  
Even those who wished him dead – 
He didn’t seem to mind being lost in time
“I have the right to remain silent,” he said. 

The moral of this story
If ever one exists –
Is nothing more and nothing less
Than every soul is entitled to bliss.   


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A long time ago one kid would shower snowballs up on us his name was Moshe neighbour's ewe lamb, once he drowned my family's cat after pricking it all over with his mother's tailor needle. He didn't apologise didn't look back. He'd laugh when I would kiss you beneath the willow right on your reddish cheek sort of a ripe midsummer's fruit when our dry lips hadn't already been wading through the childhood to the dewy land. And Moshe was working together with his father veterinarian - latex gloves, scissors tubing, tents, patching up the gashes for curs puttin'em to sleep due to the rabies, the birds would withdraw from the sky when Moshe would spend his night-time on a loft sewing up the tails of the mice after tearing them off without any prayer, Lord, without a touch. Moshe had a scar below his eye he was born marked, genes, my dear, people saying that's a gene of scalpel and needle, and it's uncertain what they'd been doing with our parents's cats in the childhood. I met him at abandoned temple recently, Moshe, he was meshed into the bindweeds fogged from eternal shade demented from birdsongs wale-marked by God, or by Lucifer, or perhaps by me I swear I can't remember it's a long time we are seeking ourselves for each other at this temple you never know there's a chance we are simply insane.

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Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)

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I Chose

I chose  
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech 
HD computer screen.
A slave 
To the
Rhythmic rap
Clicking keys;
Depriving me 
Of much 
Needed rest.
I’d Search 
For Love 
And friendship 
In a network 
Of strangers,
Oblivious to 
The world 

I would’ve
Made a great 
Defense lawyer.
With my 
Appetite to argue.
I’d rescue 
Common crooks, 
Convicted of crimes;
From the 
Of a cell.
I’d lobby 
For leniency 
With lavish 
Litigation laws. 
Dedicating myself 
To Dissembling 
The Death penalty
I should’ve
The army,
A proud patriot,
My peers 
Through promotion;
From a potato peeling private, 
To a more 
Prominent position.
Pushing my 
Paratroopers out
Of a plane.
Parading my men
On the field 
Of battle.
I’d receive
A war
Winning wound,
Perhaps a
Purple Heart.

I could’ve
Been a detective.
Cleverly cracking
Cold cases-
CSI style,
Coercing confessions 
From criminals
And Con-men.
Collecting  a 
Cheap watch,
As compensation
For my commitment
To the precinct. 
I should’ve 
Been a doctor.
Devoting my life
To curing
The incurable,
Letting long hours
Deprive me
From family.
At the 
Beckon call,  
Of work 
Provided beeper.
Carrying out 
Curative procedures, 
On clients
That are
Scarcely clinging
To life.

I would’ve
Made a 
Terrific teacher.
Choosing to 
Live my life
Through the 
Youthfulness of
My students.
Teaching them 
To take on 
The world
With caution 
And Confidence.
Lecturing them
With lessons 
Of longevity.
My desire-
Jealous of
Their youth.

My choice,
Was not to
Focus on 
One aspect 
Of life,
But to 
Them all. 
With the stroke
Of a pen,
I walk 
All paths.
I chose
All destinies. 

I could’ve 
Been this,
Or been that…

I should’ve 
Done this, 
Or done that…

I would’ve
Made this
Or made that…

I chose to write.

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Our search for divine inspiration

We seek divine inspiration
Impatient with our confirmation
Tainting our aspirations
Staining our conversations

Ruining our reputation
loathing our aggravation
Reaching but separation
Teaching ourselves frustration

Journeys without a port
Athletes without a sport
Mommy's with no support
Helpmeets but no cohort

Take breaths one at a time
Theres depth before a climb
Regrets easy to find
When patience is declined

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On my seventh glass

I was on my seventh glass 
of wine and I said to my self.....

A person that seeks only to 
make them self understood, 
but does not attempt  
to understand another,

has a mind that is rotten. 
It has spoiled because of 
its selfishness and pride. 
Thus they will never see
 the world for what it truly is.

There imagination is black and white. 
They are blinded even in the day.

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Keeping an Open Mind

Just as refusing eyes
Never have vision
Of the big picture,

A deaf ear,
Hears only crowd noise,
Not it's whisperings.

Both are signs of an intellect
Reluctant to compromise,
Or void of understanding.

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Dialogue Between the Little Miss and the Angel Prince

The Little Miss:

kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above

The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:

"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world

"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...

" love and hold each other above"

Written by Elaine and Armando

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Dagger Eyes

Cultured and polished, 
so suave and debonair,
You stand amidst a cyclone, 
moving not a hair.
You’re quite the handsome fellow, 
your lips a wicked leer,
You strike me with your dagger eyes, 
and inject me with your fear.
I’ve finally moved beyond you, mind, 
to a heaven high above, 
far from this dome that you call home, 
a prison without love

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Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.

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New Generation of Freaks

an invalid
an invital
cast a clearing on
could not only part a sea, 
but more likely the trees
big bad mountain splitter
clear a path for me please

hid away in slums of heaven
formed a gang of impressionable heads
fools didn't know that they were dead
but cried to the pain of phantom wings

sunset diver
karmic debt collect
hunting me down for
great crimes than might exist punishments for
though no one ever said
that gods weren't creative

an invalid 
an inculpable
voodoo dolls

voodoo dolls
with voodoo minds
and time after time
are oh so willing
to prick themselves with any old needle and pin
drawing in...

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Fire of the sky.
Water of the ocean.
Earth of my flesh.
Spirit of the void.
Soul of the hidden.

Fire of the sky, burns inside me.
The water of the ocean flows through my blood.
The earth of my flesh changes constantly.
The spirit of the void is unknowing.
The soul of the hidden wonders.

Water of the ocean fill me with peace.
Earth of my flesh keep changing.
Spirit of the void become knowing.
Soul of the hidden wonders, COME OUT!

Earth of my flesh you are a product of change.
Spirit of the void you have a mind.
Soul of the hidden wonders what do you see?

Spirit of the void what have you learned?
Soul of the hidden wonders what did you do?

Soul of the hidden wonders what have you experienced? 

Soul of the hidden wonders what is your next step.
Spirit of the void release your ideas, thoughts and creativity.

Soul of the hidden wonders follow your spirit.
Spirit of the void guide yourself, the soul and the earth.
Earth of my flesh feel the world around you.

Soul of the hidden wonders walk next to the spirit.
Spirit of the void go hand in hand with the soul.
Earth of my flesh accept the world around you.
Water of the ocean calm my pain.

Soul of the hidden wonders you are joined with the spirit and earth.
Spirit of the void with the soul and earth you are strong.
Earth of my flesh the trinity you are in is essential.
Water of the ocean you are the calming peace of my three.
Fire of the sky always keep burning bright and mold me.

Fire of the sky.
Water of the ocean.
Earth of my flesh.
Spirit of the void.
Soul of the hidden.

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The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**

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Empty Chair

“The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart” - Buddha

It has no specific owner: a lord, a king,
                   a president, name them…..

It is not made of wood, gold, silver or iron. 
                                     The chair is made from invisible, priceless divinity.

It is normally reserved for those who are ready to lead others
                         to the right path, no matter who they are

or what they do. As your own leader, you lead people
                 who are in “slumber,” to divine happiness 

across time. The throne, deep with your soul, awaits you
                        to sit on it; by becoming Enlightened. If you see the slogan

"Leading without a Title", you'll see yourself as the master of your own fate,
                               and captain of your own soul.....

(The Empty Chair is one of Buddha's symbols, symbolizing a divine throne without a specific ruler. The ruler can be you or me. Since we are all part of Consciousness, we are One. Buddha is the manifestation of consciousness.)

Date of Publishing; 06/10/2014

Religion's Name: Buddhism

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eski gunler

Sararmis fotograflar gencligim
Merhabayla gune kavusan 
Selam i gune dogan bir acili kahvede
Bulusan dostlugu  kadir unutulmaz mahelle
Simdi kaldi siyah beyaz fotograflar
Simdi kaldi anilar yaslanmis olmus dostlar
Korktumda kactim girdabindan
Senle sensiz bir hic...
Poyrazin ve lodosun sessizce isiltisini mehtabin
Ruzgarlari vurur odama dinlerim  hikayelerini 
Sesi sesim unutulmus siyah beyaz fotograflar

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On the Ocean's Edge

Follow me down 
To the cold oceans playground
Where children dance and frolic
At building sandcastle dreams
That the sea will sluice away
Beginning its concerto

From the driftwood surfing waves 
Over the metronome melody
Of the gilded Herring Gull
And the rhythmic percussion
From the smoothed rolling pebbles
The symphony consumes

Softly hanging in the Atlantic winds
Just cresting over the song of dawn
The strings of the Willow reverberating 
In concert with the viola of first light…

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Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.

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Salt Water

A thing so paradoxical desire;
So all encompassing it’s grasp;
A curse of eternal thirst- 
Though we are drowning.
Hands desperately scratching for a life raft
That is secretly made of the same water we drown in.
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”

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Words from a paintbrush

Do mental somersaults and backflips to establish a message
Invisible thoughts of madness rebuilt no blemish the wreckage
And this impression of subconscious stability holds many debts 
So aggressions like monstrous in a degree to pay respects

Removing pain built partitions without the builders permission
Recreating brains dimensions now more sculptured the decisions
Verbally breaking down the encryptions of the mind
Purposelly making sounds for descriptions to the blind

Trying to humbly bend over backwards let fly not innocence captured
Supplying calmly hand when their awkwards confidence easily fractured
Instantly universalise languages throughtout cities, villages and any mountain range
Mentally solidify the dangerous so they physically make the boldest change

If I could artistically revitalise this world of woe
The colors would stay but division would go
When my brush touches canvas there'd be words such as these
When these seeds dust the planet there'll be better trees

Sha'ntez Jefferson

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Affray of Democracy

One day again I may 
become serious about writing poetry
with words to cushion the effect of trauma
those of a life, a sentiment for our historic past
and its people I hold most dear.
But alas not the arteries that lead the children, 
those without a childhood, yet armed with a hand
held brain, fingers of suspicion and agenda,
to inject an input and get out 
whatever trends the current manipulation.
While this day the power to annihilate a way of life
and the oldies; those a burden upon the state
theirs a different point of view,
an extension of the industrial revolution
long since gone, declaring.
‘My kids will never have to do this’
relegating a way of life to a third world phenomena.
Education the crown of reason
different directions the attitude to life,
laws to create and answers to establish
to the questions manufactured those unanswered,
when common sense lost
in the affray of democracy, and profit becoming God!

© Harry J Horsman

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Growing and Passing Through


It goes on

but a piece of me

never quite moves on.

So if I exhibit immaturity

It's bc I'm still rolling on

Advice from the young (r.i.p.)

That you gave to me

To motivate me to be strong

And even though I've grown

                        .....into my own wisdom

Sometimes I revert back

To your greenisms  (youthful philosophy)


So no ones to say

'Cause only God knows

Who we'd each be today

            .....If you weren't on that road.

I would be different...

That's not a thought

                .....I too often face

But change, it's like

A ripple from the shore

                 ......that shakes the whole lake


God doesn't make mistakes

we're exactly where we're meant to be

But I still can't help but wonder

If things would have went differently......

I'm just writing out

My inner curiosities


                 ......No need to judge me



If I'm aloof and distant

Defiant and resistant

It's b/c I'm fighting and persistent

I'm all in with both fist in

Chasing dreams and running from demons

Sometimes the boundaries are seamless

Sometimes I land the blow

Sometimes I feel the sting

where life's swing is

But I march on like King did

Keep sight on what the dream is


He said follow my heart

To find happiness

                ....Even if it's not his


Sometimes I feel like

                ....he's the only one who knows me

He sees my greatness

And beautifies the ugly

He's seen it all

And he still loves me....

so if I'm wiser

Than what I should be

I'm lifted on the shoulders

              .....of his maturity


Brandi Simpson - 2012

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Le Catamaran

Spent your whole life scrawling runes in the sand
your whole world etched out in tropes
arcs from beginning and end unto skyline
been there done that, I can comprehend you
don't wanna ever be there again though

I miss my time with you
I loose my skin to let some air back in
sinking in at the speed of time
what sound does it make when you stop to look at it
not the steady tick of the clock at all
more a soft scream into the thickening moonlight

I tense at the chill of the megale wind
dead men studying dead men that studied dead men
but who here really wants to live forever
raise your hands and we knock you off
overboard, buh-bye

Hygieia, for the breath in my lungs
Dionysus, for the drink in my veins
Le Moirai, for the lines I've crossed
Tyche, for the lines I shall remain

The blood taste in my mouth makes me wince
it's not overbearing, it's just that
it's barely noticeable at all
so I think of the one and his taste for blood
perhaps not lust, but a form of negligence

The crescent wisp, the knife in palm
striking earth where the crumbs have fallen
yet I meet you here and now
on the waves with no ship
dance of the salt and sun along the northern branch

Mon coeur est triste
j'espère que vous savez mon chemin
ma naissance est une disjonction
entre l'honneur et la famille

Artemis, for the food in my belly
Demeter, for the crumbs in my bowl
Hera, for the woman of my life
Eros, for our love and love alone

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Lost in Pursuit

In the pursuit of money,
the wealth in life was lost;
In the pursuit of sex,
the beauty in love was lost.
In the pursuit of Heaven,
the moral of His story was lost.
In the pursuit of power,
the equality of man was lost.
In the pursuit of justice,
the ability to forgive was lost.
In the pursuit of security,
the freedom to roam was lost.
In the pursuit of truth,
the wonder of it all was lost.

In the pursuit of selfish ends,
Our souls have paid the cost.

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In the shadow of life passed,
we build our pinnacle of solace high,
shielding the demise of our own making.
We draw further within our being,
spinning the silken thread 
more tightly about our cocoon.

from oblivion...
ecstasy awaits

Dare not deny self love, 
in it is revealed love of all things.
Dare not deny self esteem, without which…
we hide ourselves from ourselves,
never to know how beautiful we are,
in metamorphosis of soul.

© cgh nov 5 2011

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Let Love Fly

Let love fly
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

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The Tree

The tree has been careless
Not wanting to be in a place for so long
It has forgotten what it waited for
For centuries
Las raíces han sido afuera en el sol
Burning scarlet forgetfulness into the very
esencias de la cultura
The youth
se pudren
Without the nourishment of the roots that anchor them against the
Beautifully wicked roar of the azure sea

Las sirenas se llaman
Sticky sweet soprano song
Matando los sonidos de mis ancienos
antes que la musica se penetra las orejas
The guidance is gone
The leaves are defenseless, curled up in
Twisted ideas of direction
Listening to the golden notes in the air
Beckoning them to the sweet sound of 

It can only hold out for so long 
Until the plunge

Sin las raíces
Las hojas no pueden estirar 
a los cielos 
la piel no puede respirar
la fuerza del pasado
ha desaparecido con el Sol
Escuche el viento, la madre se llora
las lágrimas devoran los cielos
El futuro viene rápidamente como un huracán
Tirando, tirando

It can only hold out for so long
Until the plunge

(to Spanish Speakers, I gladly welcome some grammer help! I know there are 
some mistakes so please, dish it out!)

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My Thing

Writing is my thing. My drug of choice. My bling bling.
I fall in love with the similies and mentions of passion while wrapping my body in 
Creating complicated rhythms and making them simples as instances
Every line a differenet emphasis
Commas, explinations and periods
Sometimes rhyming and sometimes not
Stopping to puff so my thoughts can lock
Feeding hungry souls starved from starvation
Creating new creations
Making people feel the sensation as I build up to mind elevation

The quest for knowledge is not a game
Spoken movements teach about the pain
I write to ease the pain
Rhythms run deep

Deep underneath clouded visions of unspoken truth lies a message
a message...a message that should be taught accurately to the youth
About the struggle of a people that was misued
abused, refused, confused, raped, beaten down
portrayed as clowns, coons, niggers, fools
Modern day niggas and goons
Wake up!! Did you hear the news?
You are responsible for you!
Imagine how it would be tho
If we were uninterrupted and brought overseas yo
Uprooted from a line of royalty kings and queens
Africa unite is all we'd sing
Rhythms run deeper into the seams of my being

I write to ease the pain of the oppressed
I write to celebrate their success
I write to educate the rest
The message..The message..The message is very clear
No time time to waste
The time is NOW
It's here!

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History's Elegy--a paeon to monism

Slipping through the fingers of my mind,
all those vague perceptions 
of the "I" inside this body
will provide a strange parade 
behind the mirror of my life.

If I have learned from growing old,
the fallacy of endless plodding
from one victory until the next--
celebrating notches carved
down to  that last bouquet upon my grave,  
then  it's no journey after all,
but an immersion into truth.

Make of the day, the captaincy of night,
a starship  traveling from light to light
when time is one.  Let wonder settle in
where hammer blows are dieing.
Stand off upon the crest of doubt
and watch creation groan, 
a universe in manifest;
see the one, the present moment 
coalescing in our hands,  
for that is where the glory lies.
That is where the resurrection waits,
and only there beside the hidden God
the Alleluias ring.

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In Bruges: red brick and windmills


The kids, their teacher, sprouts and dandelions
the aquarellist and a wet bicycle.
Sit on the worm bench as bytes on the mainframe
wiped pastel of a bright warmth with shades of red


as I look down I find more than wanted
for god sake, it’s the age throbbing you see  
and frailty, thy name is woman drifts in
been mine for too long in nobis chesterland


slender cobbled gothics and proud romanesques
the decorum of acolytes and bishop
blesses youthful virginity using gods 
eleventh finger prodding at my tongue

        Florence, Bruges and Ghent

old cities of Europe 
contrast with gadgets
life and hearts
break fast

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So Cold And So Sweet

-William Carlos Williams

For you
I hold out-
a figment of thought,

like a twig holds out juice
from the fig tree,

from branches, trunks
and roots, 
from the ground
and people draped
all around
like fallen fruit 
by their trees

For you,
the day comes
the way it leaves

a taste of fig
that was never there

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What Am I

My thought-to-be existence
has caused lots of explorations
around the world; from Americas
to Africa; from Africa to Asia........trekking,
sailing, and flying to where "celestial" maps
and oral traditional stories take them to.

Today, people are still searching for me
in science and magic, sometimes the seekers
becoming insane.

It is believed that whoever takes a sip of me,
becomes immortal like gods!

What Am I?

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Sitting at SFO

Waiting for a dear friend 
to land.
Watching the minutes creep
slowly by.
Amused by the constant flow
of strangers,
yet, not so strange.
Each carries something of mine,
a walk, a shirt, a pin, a watch,
a rundown shoe, a beard,
a lazy eye, a slouch,
a limp, a tear, a hesitant glance,
a disappointed glare.

The hours pass and 
all are repeated
over again,
and the same waitress
sold me coffee
three times over,
in three hours,
as if each was the first time.

I watched the tables being straightened
by the same somber lady,
every half hour,
working around me
as if I wasn't there,
and I was struck
by how we each perform our role,
me waiting, 
she selling,
she straightening
the one that I wait for, coming,
and how all our moves are
in a thousand terminals,
and connected each to each,
in a gigantic dance,
reverberating all around
the world,
person to person,
person to animal,
and to insect,
and to countless beings,
seen and unseen,
a connected organism,
sometimes at war with itself,
but, more often, just
and growing, 
and changing,
and it breathes the air,
and clings to the earth,
and swims in the sea, 
maybe is the sea,
and the earth,
and my passionate love,
seems very small,

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Religion of the Christians

Methodist, Baptist, Assembly of God; all planted here on American sod,
just like siblings, we quarrel with each other, why can't we get over it,
simply love our brothers?

Each of us cannot judge what is in another person's heart; lets just accept 
our salvation, try our best to do our part. 
Now I know our Lord can cover a multitude of sin; and wont we find it
funny when the Catholic's come in? (to Heaven)

Yes there is a problem, and the problem is in us; instead of sharing the
gospel, we want to argue and fuss. Will we go to hell if we wear our
hair too short or too long, and where in the New Testament does it say
it's wrong?

What about our music, does it really matter to Him; whether it is rock,
or soul, or a good old gospel hymn? Isn't He more concerned about our
love for one another? 

So come on people of Christ; stop fighting, and learn
to love your brother!

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The Metamorphosis is All Around

Trying to get myself flowing these days 
But my mind has been frazzled lately,
Shooting in several other directions, stopping for no one or nothing
Still trying to figure out my life and my purpose
Star-recruited, my heart leans toward poetry
I feel free once it is all written down
The days become clearer, the thoughts accept one another
I am essentially out of my body 
And pushing toward the core of the earth—the heat of the moment
Then, I travel on high to cool down, 
Hoping I’ll feel a drop or two of comfort

I faced another day…nothing too eventful…nothing too life-changing.
But the metamorphosis is all around..
People are moving very fast and sometimes they do not see who’s behind them,
Or beside them, or right in front of them
I want to find a route underground, 
Beneath the ever-changing life of reality
I want to enter the depths of the volcano, the very core,
Before I am spat out in anguish and rejection
I want not to want, but to become

I have no arms…no feet…
I slither into the cracks, and sometimes I see others here too
So many minds…so many differences….
The good and the bad, 
Whatever the perspective, 
Whatever the interpretation—it is all mixed into one substance
I am one particle within that substance. 

..and then if I go any further, I lose myself…. Lose my purpose….

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Hope is Ethereal

Hope is ethereal…
It is not religion; it is not faith.
Life is tragic and difficult.
We are but flashes of light in a dying world.
Hope is what motivates you to breathe, to live, to overcome.
It exists because we want our flash of light to last; to matter to someone.
Eternal life cannot be purchased through prayer or deeds…
Judgment comes not after death, but during life.
If truly a definitive heaven or hell exists, then why…
Why is there paranormal activity, why demons; why hauntings?
It is not obvious that commitment to a religion is not a form of afterlife insurance?
I have been to the other side, and it is darkness…nothingness.
The will of the living, the strength of their determination, defines death.
Have no fear of me if you have not wronged me… I will watch over you.
If you have caused me heartache, sadness, depression, loathing in this life,
Fear me.
For I will haunt you, and you will know that it is me. You will know fear.
It is not death that plagues me;
It is trying to live in this suffocating world that overwhelms me.
Bring not your martyrs, your heroes, your wars, your natural disasters;
All of these have happened before, and will happen again.
Our very existence is cyclical at best, and stretched far beyond our comprehension.
How dare you assume a right to favoritism from a god?
Your existence is not defined by your faith, or lack thereof.
Your place in eternity will not be determined by your actions.

Eternity is all around us, perpetually moving and shifting.
We are but dust motes caught on the lens of a photograph.
Hope that you might live your life to the fullest; hope for happiness.
The rest is wisps and fractions of existence.
To achieve one person saying your name, in sadness, after you’ve gone
Is to have lived.
Hope is ethereal.

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The Transitional Plunge

The house does not hide
Crying out in different ways
Shards fly with wings of their own
I see the world outside
At the end of the dimly lit corridor
There are 10 doors to my left
10 doors to my right
They command me to enter
Lights flicker animatedly
My eyes move furtively
The soles grow watery
Mad wind in my hair
Nerves in the opaque mind
The distance is far and narrow
Banshees in the cobwebs scream
The feet move… gathering pace
The doors become giants
Strangling the body slowly
The mind is with the soul
Freedom grows bigger
The distance has narrowed
Transforming into ether

Escaping through the corners
Then the plunge into the wave
Dissolving of extremities
The loss … therefore, the peace
No reason to think anymore
The lifting up of arms
And the soaring of spirit
Till the end of freedom
The end… It never shall come…

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The Golden Moment

Looking for the golden moment                                                                                                       That connects us with the language of our hearts                                                                            I move within the unified field                                                                                                                  Emotionally drawn to a nonlocal holographic consciousness                                                            That ripples through my mind                                                                                                               I am here and now                                                                                                                          And I am there and then                                                                                                                   And the golden moment begins and ends And begins again                                                                        IT it the secret of eternity                                                                                                                 The golden moment is now and always has been

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something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was

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Does a soul belong to Heaven fields
Or fertile ground would be the refuge?
Heroic attempts to change Nature's choice,
Enduring it's crabbedness
To relish it's holiness.
Envied by Humans and Gods
The soul proceeds on a journey fixed
To uncover the mysteries of a life unexpected.
Below doom lights, in beds worn
A soul peaks a love hurt
By it's own arc,
Holding in small hands
The glory of a divine fate.
On life's walls Psyche climbs
To reach love's infinity
Through boxes of lust and human temptations,
To pass along
To pass by
And live on with flesh and blood,
As Godess between Humans and Gods.

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We will survive

We will survive   
Put a hot soup to table
No jobs to find yet  still hope

We will survive
Get me a job 
Save my kids

We will survive
Poverty will become history
Our shame to work on 

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That I said -Yes I Do-

Just Because I Said I do

From her words I put out this,
Both in her words her wish is scoop:
“Whatever I do, this I, worth a note”
-She said she needs answers.
For nag I will not play the part,
But for proofs, I will play my part:
I will call you to order as your hobby,
Cos, two wrongs can never make a right.

This love, my lady, is all about understanding.
Though, you are pretty but lack comprehending-
You easily get abnormally obsess, and “let me help”,
You would totally ignore.
Another thing that baffles me about you,
Is the apathy in your pitch and words;
While I word pithy all through for you.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.

I pity, the why I write
Cos never my strength and personality
To talk behind your back.
A piece of advice to “I want love to remain”-
Reshape, rebrand, reflect, and revive.
For nag I won’t play the part
But for proofs, I’ll play my part.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.


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The Force


of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to

is present
and that very force
the dead weight
it can't sit still anymore

it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies

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Poised Pen

in the field 
between poppies 
and dying 

a pen 
lay poised 
with words 

upon pages 
lined with 
youth's blood 

beating rhythm 
from now 
silent hearts

grief flowing 
inky sadness
into lark's eyes

into reality's 
harsh face 

the pen skips 
a beat 
as death claims 
yet again  

another name 
to silently 
into history

and poetry is war

a war fought 
through words 
of emotion 

begging an end 
to tiny crosses 
we don't wish 
to visit 

with declarations 
that we will 
no more 
engage in battle 

but the words 
lay still 
ignored by war's eyes 
hungering for pain 
to fill its chest 

poets fight on 
expressing anger 
in narratives 
to beseech 

and each year 
we read the words anew 
of hope with sadness 
and deep longing 

for we don't believe
in the words 
and therefore 
they have no meaning 

as war carries on 
the pen remains 
to write the ending 
with relief

and as the poppy 
bleeds its red 
into the sunset 
the pen knows
it will never 

win the war... 

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Come my cattle 
Come my sheep
Waddle to the place 
Where I tell you to sleep 
Stop your thinking 
Don’t utter a peep 
We are in charge 
Of you and your thought 
We pay for your ass 
Your life we bought 
Don’t bitch whine or moan 
It’s you and your ass we own 
Yes we can now say this to your face
We no longer need to hide 
We own the human race 
Do you think we ever really care? 
If you do 
Then you deserve the misery you share 
We can’t help but laugh at all you fools 
For years you’ve been our slaves 
And our obedient tools
We trained you like dogs 
And baited you like fish 
Now with the world on the brink 
All you can do is wish 
Pathetic that you have lost your sight 
Despicable that you have no fight 
You deserve to be fleeced like sheep 
Instead of standing up for yourselves 
You cower and weep
We feel no pity or remorse 
You gave us this power 
And set the course 
So please continue to wallow in shame 
You only have yourselves to blame 
As we continue to play our game 
Eric (and sometimes not)

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Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.

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The doctor has examined the patient 
And the diagnosis is clear 
For the patient 
A horrible death I fear 

I am not one for the continued suffering of the patient 
The condition will only get worse 
Day by day and year-by-year 
And will increase as the end comes near 

This disease unfortunately 
Has no cure 
It not a virus or a germ 
But something old and pure 

Its existence has been known 
And continues to endure 
Attempts at a solution 
Have been met with confusion

We have tried for a long time 
To relieve the patient’s pain 
Only to have our efforts 
Die in vain 

The patient you see won’t survive 
But the evil that inflicts him 
Will continue to thrive 

Our solution both radical and insane 
Will offer comfort and remove the pain 

Kill the patient and all the cells 
And the evil will no longer 
Have a home to dwell 

The world can no longer sustain the infection 
It can no longer support the evil deeds of man 
It will soon be time for the patient to be cured 
Through the Resurrection 

Eric (and sometimes not)



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Indigo Vibes

Plain-sinking skull 
Bubbling on the field of old 
Eroding in the naked-split sunder 
Festering its mute and historic splendour 
Sitting, laying in the ooze of mud
Unknown depth no rescuing hoof 
Nearing completed clot of production 
Can you feel that destruction? 
Withering a stem broken sunflower 
Unknown power 
No description to mast a seed 
No infliction to place a wreath 
Everything forgotten left like crinkled 
Wrappers smothered in shaded weeds
Entered hades beauty faded 

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"Art is the feeling you create in the spaces between your words!"

Contest: Judy's "What's Your Quote"
Date: 8-22-14

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A Letter From A Tramp

To Whomsoever It May Concern, (It concerns me nought) This is just for me to keep A track of the tricked mind's inmost-- A gist of sufferings I ever got-- All Happiness I discern. I never stood for a loss-- I'm moving everyday-- Those about call me a 'Ruffian', A 'Mongrel', a 'Vagrant', A 'Tramp', they say Who's lived a life of low for a no-fair cause, But I care not: Care not I, 'cause I am free-- Not bound like everyone Of these 'Worldly-wise' Caged and tied-up In their own misery... I go about living this life The way it's meant for all to live: Often taking( I never stole ) What I need, from where I can-- Giving when I can give... And I say, I may not have A house to own-- A dwelling place sojourn; I may not have brand-new clothes-- The shoes I wear are worn; Even so, I may not be A grand face to look at-- Far from the gentleman-ly acts With branded stick and hat: It's a fulfillment and content for me, Just being a street rat.. Under this tree right now, and beside these rocks, I sit to explain a life-- A life in my own walks-- Unlike a Hermit, who'd spend his everyday, I waste not a moment To slouch or reflect-on in dismay. Only that I see this world and it's things As a bait for me, So I'm fulfilled and content-- Happy a rat to be... So far so fine--if the World's not mine-- I wouldn't then respond To the bait set in the Trap. Signing--The Vagabond.

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Today Time Stood Still

Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. 

The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. 

I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen

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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."

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Living in A Glass House


The volume of a certain something

does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation

or its brevity by relation

Once you strike a chord,

It's moment of breath

Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest

Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success

is evident in the lack of evidence

Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence

You're an ancient old trick

but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head

But in my seductive grin

I am too an old trick

But I stand closest to the cauldron

Stirring green the ocean

To make way for that final moment

When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;

The waves come crashing to the coasts

Coming for my broken souls

With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows

Taking off into tomorrow

With a calmed, relieved breath

Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape

Now, in compassionate presence

Because after all,

Can't have nothing without 'how'

How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.

So, what have You left out?

You've become ignorant of your own shining features

Forgotten feathers from a bow

Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow

All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...

And now, its time for show

Up close and personal

Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow

Opened-close a shut case

Without remorse or concern or thirst,

Because all this, will soon be Unearthed

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Speaking to No

what do i say to No?
when i know what not to do
but i know not what to do.

when Winter dies into Spring
and i must share my space with Strangers
but i don’t know what to say.

has there ever been a place
where all were welcome
and no one was Strange?

i think the Cherokee had it right
before the Trail of Tears
and the Great Usurpation.

but for me, choked-up memories
of a quiet corner of a high school locker room,
a knife at my neck.
“i oughta slit your throat, white boy,” he says. 
and they all laugh -- because i am different.
and later, much later
of a party and more derisive laughter
directed at my accent -- because i am different.
and each time i stutter a smile at it all.
hoping the tension will diffuse.
hoping the voice will not crack.
hoping the tears will not flow.
for what do i say to No?
but kill the lot in my fantasies --
grimacing as i slay
and speaking to Rage.

but Nietzsche got it right:
no one speaks to Power.
but Power speaks to No.

and eventually Summer
and too many Strangers
in places i want to be.

so i stay sequestered  in my basement.
so the tension will diffuse.
so the voice will not crack.
so the tears will not flow.

what can i say to No?
when i don’t know what to do. 

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Obstacles or Opportunities

Concealed within each obstacle
Lay opportunities.
Recognizing them, oft times,
Require thinking outside the box;
It seems that opportunity rarely knocks
At an opportune time,
And seldom knocks but once;
Burned into my memory
Are cases when opportunity stood banging,
And I answered not the door.

                         I've found,
That life rarely rewards you beyond your effort.

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I sense that my Self is wandering,
My Self seeking,
Like space like the universe..........., E x p a n d i n g, Thin- ning its- elf In- to
'Til then, the tiny strings of time and space, Will have to settle for e t r o n p y, Variably echoing the preset notion Of all things that have been born, "We are because we have not yet ceased
to be."
For now, I am Waiting, I find myself wondering.

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Journey to the West in the Tang Dynasty-N

As early as C.629 a Chinese monk Xuanzang of Jingtu temple 
Motivated by the poor quality of translations of Buddhist scripture
Undertook a hazardous journey to bring the original from India
Despite the border being closed at the time due to a war.

He travelled through Gansu, Qinghai and Tian Shan mountains
And crossed what we call Kyrgystan. Uzbekistan and Afghanistan
Reaching India in 630 and touring Indian subcontinent for 13 years
Visiting Buddhist sites and studying at ancient University of Nalanda.

He left India in 643 arriving in China in 646 with the scriptures
Establishing a monastery translating the scriptures he brought.
The spirit or third eye perceptions of Xuanzang to see the world
Was the true spirit, his body being the vehicle or craft merely.


* Inspired by Spirit eye or third eye perception contest by Rick parise.
This poem is second one.

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Waves of Life

When pushed under by a wave,
Rolling with the punches it deals,
Until you begin to run out of air,
And you fight to surface for a breath,
Only to be pushed under by the next wave,
Awed by their power,
Reminded of life's struggles,
Waves of hardship pulling you under,
Strugling to survive through the struggles of life and death,
Overjoyed with the peace in between,
Little things seem huge and all powerful,
Until those towering waves of life push you under again.

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So sung on, sung along,
Whence we carried the sun,
And miss the moon till noon,
No breakfast is cold.
Nothing is really old.
Everything is fairly new.
The present time being the only being there is.
Whence, whence...
We are at that place.

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Walking on the radiance

I’m twisting
a shaft of silver reeds
for the sunrise on the waves
for the sunset on the waves
and as Ra’s boat
I’m crossing you

at the other side
after the deceased

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Pursue Truth

the pursuit of truth

ultimate truth

frees one from every bond

from every vice

is total freedom

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Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end

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Let Go, Never Give Up

Another day passes by
Sun sets, Suns rise
Skies fly by
Parallel to the 
Ambitious eye,
Lie in between what we are searching for
Truth is never certain, it seems that's
all they're searching for.
What we believe, we do become
Changing rules of the thumb
Looking far enough out
We're right back where we begun
My mind is spun
And i wont stop until you feel it.
Til it hits you, and you really feel it.
No questioning of the tongue, 
How fast you run.
Moving slow so delirious,
Tides Rise
And we're here
And it's 
Remained unquestionable
So memorable
Chokes you with sincerity
Comforts you in deprival
With everything against you
they tell you to let go,
But never give up,
Because the tides will turn.
They always do.

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Living Language

Language is a
trumpeting vine,

Blooms in every shape,
         size and color

Tendrils of words grow
     every which way,
here,                            there,
&			            yon,
insinuating themselves,
curling lovingly,

into, around

the vertical and horizontal,
pillars and frameworks

of each diverse community


is a slow, lazy ocean
whose tides lick
the verbal shores

offering new sand & water
    while re-absorbing and changing 
          the old

It flows out,
      ebbs in,
a living, breathing,
constant motion


Language is essential, 
is vital and ageless –
a kaleidoscope mosaic

always perennial,
always new

Without language,
what would you or I do?

Without language…...................

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Commander Data Considers God

Oft times I feel like Data
In a demented quest to be human
Navigating a matrix of confusing lairs
Wondering where the dragons are loomin'
Not knowing which way is up
Is God just an elaborate escape?
The human need for absolute certainty
Possibly a short circuit in our brains

My emotion chip activates
Suddenly I have lost my way
I feel the terror of possibilities
And maybe I need to be saved
The thoughts of being punished
Simply because I don't understand
Fills my network with despair
That I ever wanted to become a man

But I would bow in reverence
To a just creator deity
But perhaps my assimilation
Would create an unhealthy dependency
I can't imagine asking questions
Offending a fatherly authority
Surely the nature of God
Is not as insecure as me

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This is no poem
A write of words
Words of life
I seek no meaning
My thoughts I share

This is no poem
You read these words
Words of light
You seek meaning
My thoughts I share

This is no poem
This pen flow words
Phrases add to sense
There lies
My thoughts, I share

This is no poem
This sheet it bears
Life it lights
So I share this
This is my poem

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

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Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love

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This Tranquility

This Tranquility
    by Amy Swanson

shimmers of light 

                  heaven soft ... 

sparkling stardances

                   moonlit mist ...

                                                      *do you remember*

echoes ...

       (oh so faint)

                   of far away


                                         in my soul's memory



                        violet *iridescence*

                                        falling new


                                                       my spirit

                                                   to dream again...

                                              within this ageless garden

                                                     simplicity's oasis



           cascade ...

                  mystic waterfall
                             hues of rainbowed light

                                       sun-drenched prisms

                                                       crystalline pure

                                                                   flow down

                                                                          from heaven's realms

~ melting ~

         into this rushing river

                            of my soul...

                                                           with waves of blissful peace

Listen close-!

             serenity's song -- 


only the heart 

     can hear

          these gentle strains ... 

                                 melodious enchantment



Lush forest green -

                   life, alive

                                Warm marigold glow -

                                                    sunshine, envelopes

... all becoming 

                         this tranquility.

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what is

what is
most likely

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The Writer

The Writer

Inspired by darkness he writes only at night;
Studying stanzas—seducing spellchecks
With the stroke of a pen he is anyone or anything
His great works are subjected to sabotage—prone to plagiarism
His ideas far exceed his lifespan
He will take them with him so that they remain unforgotten
There are times when he is repulsed by his own thoughts
Ashamed that his open-mindedness is so brave— so brazen
He must be careful with his words
Disguising them to avoid unwanted attention
He masters this skill by the memorizing
His important blueprints: a dictionary and thesaurus
The only two books worthy to his cause
He is a word hunter; silently stalking his prey
Snatching them from songs
Taking them from television 
Scavenging from scripts
He fishes them out in an ocean of conversations—inspecting his catch cautiously
Releasing the insignificant
Filleting the essential
He doesn’t waste words by packing them into passages
He displays them attractively on a canvas of possibilities
He raises them from lonely letters to surprising syllables
He rescues them from reckless writers—saving them from abuse
His message is vivid and clear, he refuses to practice the art of confusion
Without writing he is nothing; another drone in a misguided world
With it, he is unstoppable
Creating creative carnage
Amongst freethinkers and immortalizing injustices…in print
He sees he world in rich detail; analyzing the outline of all creation
Nothing is missed— from the tiniest atom to the utmost wonder
His memory is impeccable—photographic and precise
Every element, since childhood, is engraved in his mind
He has a fetish for fountain pens—collecting them like trophies
Never using them, only worshiping their power, it is mightier than any sword
Writing is his purpose 
Even though he will never be satisfied
Every draft s a rough one— susceptible to alterations
It is his weakness 
He is forever troubled by the idea of revision

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Days of Rememberance

Dreared Rains sing patteringly 
of Joy
 forgotten warmth ray and
Bluebird's tripping
fall from nest-

So high from where 
once again life
shall resume When the rains whisp-
per southern

A. Green

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Vengeance is Mine

Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord 
A statement I'm sure we've all heard at one time 
Also a very tough one to deal with 
Vengeance is not ours according to the Bible 
It's left to faith 
It's left to the belief that the horrific crimes of others will be dealt with 
I, myself have a hard time with it 
I have no choice but to follow it 
Even if I don't agree with it 
I would like to believe that evil will be dealt with 
Or is currently being dealt with on some spiritual level 
I would feel better If I knew the outcome of the vengeance 
If I could see the result 
See the "check" being paid as it were 
I am having trouble not seeing murderers get what is coming to them 
I can live without killing them
I can deal with them being locked up for life 
But I want something more than that...........................
Hard labor?
Daily torture?
Public caning?
All of the above?
Prison is no longer a viable deterrent for the horrific crimes that occur 
Every year we as a species seem to find new and more grisly ways to murder each other 
What will this year bring?
What will be this year’s most shocking death? 
And who will bring it?
The kids?
They seem to be the latest thing in absolute shocking carnage 
Or maybe this will be the year of the female 
They have been lacking in the body count of 2009 
Maybe this will be their year 
I wonder 
Do you even really care?
Thou shalt not kill 
It seems that statement has fallen upon deaf ears for quite a long time 
You know.............
If we as a people didn't have religion 
Evil wouldn't stand a chance 
The sense of right and wrong 
Would destroy the evil of man without a thought 
If you knew you could destroy an evil person and not pay religious consequences would you?
Of course you would 
As most of us would 
There is no remorse for doing good deeds 
And taking vengeance upon evil 
Is noble and just 
But the rules of religion say we must not 
The rules say we must rise above it 
And trust it will be dealt with 
Keeping the faith it will be done 
To try and hold this commitment 
Is in itself God like 
Which is why most of us fail 
And fail miserably 
We want vengeance 
We want their death 
We want them to feel our pain 
Our suffering 
Our loss 
Our sorrow 
Our anger 
Our hatred 
Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord 
And it is because of this statement 
That we have faith 

Eric (and sometimes not) 

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Musical chairs

place two chairs in a room
with three people moving around them

and at some point playing music 
stop the music

and one person will be 
left without a chair

looking for a way to get a chair
or will just disappear

you set the stage 
you caused the outcome

one nothing

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Lamenting My Lost World

We come as strangers to this virgin land After succumbing to the impossible Astonished by the solitude of shamed regret for what we've done Still stunned with grief for what is gone.... We stand in voiceless, numb despair To gaze upon what we have maimed A blue veined world we've left behind Appearing weightless in the sky So far from us beyond the maze Of smoky dust, of lingering flames, engulfed, and choked, by those who paid the dearest price, who lie in graves And from carved names of marbled sorrow We weep for all those lost tomorrows From here, our eyes might be deceived To peer beyond the starry seas to earth,... a home we claimed to love so far above,... or did we lie? How strange it is, now seen from here remains yet beautiful to the eye As we stand wide eyed, upon new shores And look from here, to the earth so far How fragile, is our earth still spinning Where winds of war divided races And homes we loved wear ravaged faces And now as we begin, again How do we avoid the sin? How precarious this world untouched can be Where seas are blue and birds fly free Have we learned, from where we've been? We must repent..........recall it all One last look upon the old I feel a shiver of the cold Spinning, dying, looking small I catch my breath........and close my eyes swallow tears of anguished cries I'll turn my head before it falls

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The Crazy Hunter

By: Ali Taha Alnobani

He did not do anything extraordinary
Did not discover the secret of happiness
And surely did not invent the machine that collects rays of the sun in a painting
He sat among his friends proud of his depravities
In an acted way of formalities
Now he can boast about his manhood
Like a foolish boy made of wood
"I spent a wonderful time with her
My soul flew with kisses
And my body was trembling
With a very nice relaxing!
She believed me
And when I left her
Her face was yellow
Like lemon
And my eyes were sparking
Like a demon".
Hunters have no heart
And crimes are their ribbon
His reverent silent friends were looking at him
"My mother taught me:
"It is not a shame for a man to deceive a woman
Females who give you themselves have no honor"
So I hunt women as if I were a trap"
He laughed loudly and removed his cap
Then he rubbed his mustache
And suddenly screamed
"I'm the king
When I touch my ring
I can swallow an angel".
So here in the dark world
We have two sides
Schools for male... And schools for female
Streets for male…and streets for female
Dusk for male… and another for female
And in between
We have crazy hunters
Fond of their depravities

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NJ Speak Stuff AKA sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll, aka BLAME

If I gotta problem
it's mine, all mine,
property righted supreme

If I gotta problem
I need a solution
so bad, I'll sometimes scream

Used to be at my mom
or my husband or kids
and occasionally even a boss

now I get it that mom's and bosses
dad's and losses
kids and quids and whatcha dids

aren't the problem.
Don't know zactly what prob is yet
but least I'm closer.

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Failure in trial ( BP and others)

They claimed  found the solution
Failed  each trial  declared  future safe

Crime to kill ocean species in spills
There should be a law to mend  lives

I bill if no such law  to be all one piece

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Soul Shadows

Within Our soul are shadows, which we often hide within.
Within our heart are caverns, where the best of us begins.
But layers cloud the tunnels where the ‘all of self’ comes from.
Do we dare reach out to others, to leave the safety of these walls?
Will the cavern deep sustain us, as we venture thru the ether clouds?
Or will we be forever lost, as we swim thru layers, thick with cloud?
Can we venture to other levels without burying the best, deep within?
And can we reach the sunlight, and still remember where we have been?

Changes are inevitable, as are hurt and pain… but if driven deep below?
Can we ever truly come back again, to where the sunlight glows?
With thoughts of humor, love and beauty… Can we travel to the sun?
Or will we be left an empty shell, as innocence is left behind?
Do we know if the changes, will leave a little bit left intact?
Or is it better to go back inside, and never peek without?
Time changes all things, and some things simply must be lost…
But never let the best of us, be torn and then thrown off.

Can we ever truly become, that special something more?
Or are we only soul shadows, of what we were before?
Or is this only a dream, we have been searching for?

Written 9-18-2012

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Time's Echo

Time’s Echo
                      by Odin Roark

Your today, as you
The forgetfulness of tomorrow.

The pain of yesterday, as you
The now which thrives not on the past.

Beneath the jewel of the moment.
The facets of reflective memories.

The forever-resonant as halos above the abyss.
Let free
The shackles of attachment.

For just as infinity knows but time’s echo,
So too Creativity’s countenance seeks no end.

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A Room Of Blissful Darkness

I wandered in blissful darkness;
My arm outstretched,
Hanging in limbo.

The hardwood floors creaked beneath me.
The rain pattered patiently on the glass
As though asking to be let in
To make acquaintance with my sodden breath.

So dark the woes of man are laid!
Arranged in a social hierarchy,
And in alphabetical order!

I glance around (a useless gesture)
Examining the room
In search of light
(The dimmest glimmer of hope would suffice)
Thirsty (despite the wetness in the air)
For lustrous knowledge.

Directed only by minor gusts of wind
Blowing me hither and thither,
I wander in blissful darkness;
My arm outstretched

And whilst the serenity of the unknown
Pacifies my mind in the midst
Of this hypnotic eve,
My Thirst re-emerges
And rapidly drives me to lunacy.

Yea, the midnight siren
Renders this illusion vaster—
Far beyond its substantial boundaries.

For in reality the Room is small,
And teeming with conflict—
A conflict of beliefs;
Until all truths are lost
And the surreal is re-inhabited.

The dark Room we wander in
(The reality of the blissful darkness)
With ours arms outstretched,
Bumping into furniture.

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August 25th, 1971 - Part 3 -

A Tear scars my cheek, With no Time to Think
I watched My MOST BELOVED LENORE --  “ DIE “
Thrown Overboard, by a Boom not  tied 
                The Tears I Cried

                     To Be Continued, if YOU Like??
YOUR Liege ALWAYS and FOREVER; HG ( Harry )

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The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special

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=================================== ~*~ Earth Air Water Fire ~ Terrestrial home ~Realms of soaring Eagles ~Kingdom of marine treasures ~Flaring effulgence " CLASSICAL ELEMENTS " Four Rootage of Life existence Believed to be the origin of all subsistence From the Biggest to the Minutest From the massive to the Lightest From the most Universal to the most Particular Butterflies, flowers Birds, clouds Dolphins, seabeds Trees, grass, leaves Sun, moon, atmosphere Earth, Life and "EVERYTHING" Through LOVE - combined Through STRIFE - separated ... ~*~ =============================================== *-* EMPEDOCLES PHILOSOPHICAL PROJECT *-* everything is made up of the four elemental roots... ...air,water,earth and fire... all possible through the 2 forces known as " LOVE " which combines these roots to form a certain special object and " STRIFE " which separates them when they die.

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How Selfishness, The Self Did Betray

How faithfully I gave you priority 
I even built you a Queenly home
As the centerpiece of my Life.

How reverent I was to your desires
I even built you a sacred temple
Where like a star your interests shone, 
As I looked at you; 
Bowed - with glittering eyes.

How every thought I would dedicate to you
Reserving you a special table -
In the Galla where Life's events are held

I even made a status-bearing label
And hung it on your thronely chair.
It simply read 'Honorary Human', 
But around it I inhaled its majestic air

Oh How I did my best to serve you; 
Oh how I always served you first.
How eagerly I took your orders
How promptly I'd respond.
But oh how I failed you self
How I served you 
But did not serve you well.

Self serving was my great expense; 
My intention was to give to you.
Yet nothing was all I bought
For selfishness is worth naught. 

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blood and muscle and bone.  
they wait  
for the white-clad ghost who knows my name but never uses it.  
they wait
for the news that is always bad.  
slumped on the bench covered with a thin paper sheet.  
but for quick, distant voices mumbling down the hall outside my door.  
they wait
for the Care i must give them.  

but it was always this way.   
though slowly at first.  
a toy to be put away.  
“so he can learn to take Care of things”, 
i’m sure my parents must have said.  
then trinkets to arrange and dust.  
and books to store and later a car to oil.  
and then a house and leaks to patch.
and televisions and carpet and still more Care.  
and a job to pay for it all.  
and Care of people and relationships i could not understand.  
and now later,  much later,  
Care of blood and muscle and bone.  
and the mind too, i suppose.   
the machinery of life.  
until eventually to claw to the cafeteria and to the toilet and to the bed. 
broken -- a junkyard of Care and unstoppable Rust.  

the quick voices now gain clarity outside my door.  
the ghost appears with bad news 
and does not say my name.  

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Falling embers

Splintering lives and

Piercing memories

Rage begets rage.

Weeping mothers

Enraged brothers

Martyred fathers

Widowed sisters

Pushing ideologies

My way or no way

Twisted metal

Territorial markings

Of a beast.

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Heaven-bound, Hell-bent

Heaven bound, hell-bent Cradled between truth and false Solitude well-spent in crowds Among soul-filled emptiness he stays Wisdom remains when one does grasp We know not one thing at all As he drank the poison He died with this attained Leave to Sparta where you may speak freely To question without an answer Spread your words like wildfire Consummate them like an unavoidable cancer But he chose to die in Athens Heaven-bound, hell-bent Governments await their deaths with no apology Drinking the poisons of their hatred Taking their curse as sustenance We know not wisdom Till humanity filters us through And blinds our fear of death And blinds our fear of you September 4, 2013

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The Box of Schools Conformity

A teacher steps in front of a class.
“Today we will be learning…”
Your bias?
Your inability to respect us?
The fact that you don’t want to be here?
Her mouth continues to move but I can’t zone back in.
Why do we attend class?
So we all think the same?
To never improve our economy?
I pay for a professor to take away my creativity.
She gives me an “A” for conformity.
Every teacher teaches with his or her own style,
Each student thinks with their own opinions.
No person gets the same education. 
The one thing we all learn is there’s no such thing as accepted individuality.
They say reach for the stars, 
But the curriculum chains our arms down.
One would suggest- think outside the box 
What is a box?
Is it adults’ inability to heed?
The parameters of others intelligence’s demise?
To think outside; to exceed,
Though society isolates and punishes when we do.
You demand our ideas not be connected.
How can we do this when we are required to posses the same perspective?
Were brought up to follow.
If you have to think outside the box, why is there even a box? 
Why not get rid of it? 
Better yet…
Then the teacher regains my focus and asks,
“Taylor, what do you think?”
I allow silence to fill the room and take time to respond,
“..Destroy it”

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Battlefields of Discontented Dreams

Another year has marched out of my life.
A crusading warrior making his way back home,
Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake.
Trampled valleys where dreams once stood.

In the beginning, the year tiptoed in,
Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes.
Ideas, floating like a fine dusting of snow,
Forming a light covering on my bed of anticipation.

In swept the Ides of Spring laden with promises.
Storms tossing my wants in a turbulent sea of needs.
I planted my seeds with the expectancy of progression,
Hoping to find nourishment for my battered soul.

Summer scorched a path through my life
Bringing passion and potential to my fertile soil
Growing, thriving, reaching for the budding of fulfillment
Hopes alive, green and fresh, standing tall against adversity.

Autumn flew in on the winds of a changeling,
Taking the abundance and leaving a barren field.
Stripped of optimism, I wander in the fields of despair,
Wondering where my footpath led me astray.

Yes wicked winter with your freezing rains.
You beat against me, leaving blisters in your wake.
But Spring will return, of this I am certain,
Bringing with it the possibilities of contentment.

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A Question Unanswered

A question unanswered is a cordial invitation to thought, a wide open door prepared to transport you to new places,
Places not seen, places unknown, places you may only view within your dreams.
As you live, day to day, you can’t help but ponder,
And you ask yourself queries you can’t seem to answer.
Our world is a place inundated with secrets,
Hiding details and solutions to bring a halt to our wonders.
You meander through endless trails of ideas and images adorning every crack and crevice in view.
Hungry for answers, we hunt for reasons and explanations as a lion stalks its next meal.
Amongst all the muddle and bluff, there’s one thing we can still prove to be true,
A question left unanswered is never alone.
Just as dominos topple upon each other, one leads to another and your journey has only begun.
Your questions lead to theories and your theories lead to questions,
Which leads your mind on a ceaseless pursuit, just as a dog chases its tail.
You contemplate and you challenge the conventions of life,
You wonder of religion and how and why,
Leaving your mind in a perilous state of strife.
In the end, after navigating a serpentine path, you will come to an answer all of your own,
The fog will lift and the birds will sing, as you reach the pathway’s end.
And then, you begin again hunting the solutions to the questions left unanswered.

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Les gens qui essayent peuvent échouer
Les gens qui n'essayent pas échouent


Those who try. may fail
Those who never try, are failures

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As lightning strikes the Joshua Tree

When lightning strikes the Joshua tree
The air is frightfully clear.
The children quiet their 
Jacks and Jump ropes
As the suburbia settles it's ears.
An ivy beneath a sycamore tree 
Watching a fire with envy.

It wonders,
How on nature's rich, ripe earth
Is there a power
So quick to devour
The beauty and grace of a Joshua tree.
Why is it the branches crumble so
When Ivy's destruction is subtle and slow.
Why do fires spawn sputtered cries
When an English Ivy lays easy on the eyes.

A Mexican woman pours tears to the land.
She cries for the homeless
And weeps for the sand.
She mutters one word that no one will hear
She pleads that you feel it 
Without dwindling fear.

When finally sleep comes
The children then stir
As they dream of a fire too bold to endure.
The woman will weep
As the fires grow.
She cries for the Joshua trees,
It's roots and it's leaves,
With a few tears for you,
And a couple for me.

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When I am lucid
Dare nothing
Desire nothing
Do nothing

Free from 
Need, greed, deed

I am care-less

When I am delirious 

I am bound by
Need, greed, deed

I am care-full

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In quiet moments
my soul rises from 
this earthly plane
to celestial heights; 
the mind is at peace
and the soul communicates
with some mysterious cosmic power
that is so pure
so beautiful
and so overwhelming

In such moments
I feel so helpless
so insignificant
My soul is lost 
within this mysterious realm
whose magnitude fills the universe
for I am now a part
of this mysterious consciousness
Is this Truth
- Absolute Truth?

In such moments
I probe my logical mind
- my scientific mind;
I explore my upbringing
and psychological background
to test the validity
of this consciousness
but they are all silent
It is as if this is a domain
so convincing in itself
that logic stands helpless

Feelings reign supreme then
- such intense feelings:
and beauty-creating
that self is overwhelmed 
by their magnitude
Ego is defeated
and the soul is set free
- completely free
from everything that binds it
on this earthly plane
for I become a part
and yet the whole
of this mystery
- a paradox in itself
Is this Truth
- Absolute Truth?

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Obama My King

When God makes a plan for a king
It is God’s plan not the King’s
When a king strays from true purpose 
As an unfavorable appendage growth 
Turning asunder God’s intended nature for rule 
Whereupon pompous self –gluttony bellows
Bellowing for greater power, for riches the more, or forever lasting glory
Doth not a King make unfavorable war with patriots of his sovereignty?
For as a King demands thou shall- when God said thou shalt not
What citizenry stands silent for such self-proclamations?
When the king’s words bare no desirable fruits 
How doth the Kingdom’s  subjects eat?
When only the influential- whose lips whisper directly into the King’s ear
Or only the Dukes and Earls with deep pockets afford the King’s favor
Doth the King’s jester make gayety the suffering of his common
And grow tiresome of the hunger’s plea , or  the widow’s need, 
Will not  the laymen’s  voice be heard above the ten percent?
As a King sets forth his intention but nay a one becomes reality
Doth not the people cry into their Lord God for a savior?
A new King!  
A better King! 
A righteous King for the people!
For this pompous  King has short number his days like morning dew on Mayflies’ wings
Now doth the citizenry gather at the King’s gate shouting!
We of November will remember!
And purge thee from thy thrown!

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The Broken Red Canoe

I left my voice, down by the water.
It will be safe.
At least there, any tarnishment of tone,
will slip invisibly into the simple rythmn of the earth.

I can't hear it.

I left my soul, standing quite cold and still.
From beneath the protective shadow of the dream tree,
it will keep watch.

Sneak, back into the warmth of the sun?

My spirit has become weary.
On pure will alone,
it may fly me once again, across the search grid.

I hear, it is a good path....Trust.

If I ever find it,
I may ask a friend to walk back with me.

Down to the water.

Maybe, even ask them to help carry some of the weight,
if only long enough to feel unburdened for awhile.

Share gladly, the same in return.

Push hard.
Send it finally away.

We could sit and hold hands.
Watch and wait, for the heaviness of our fears and sorrows...

to finally sink, the broken red canoe.

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An Agnostic Acrostic

 "this poem is not about what is written,but what is not written. . . " 
Greyer looms matter's of the.....? 					 
Beauty fades not there then.....?				          
Flowers live and die fact of ....?					    
A four letter word of endearment....?					    
A saddened stare like where the Red Fern.....? 				    
Do not withdraw from the sunlight given by the almighty...?                                       
The feeling active of letters four much like adores.....?                                              
Speaking in second person sounds like and is...?      			   
In the prelude I allude to this message to point to the truth 		                
You cannot see air but it is there so beware   			                
You do not have to walk into the total darkness  				   
to see how dark the blackness is                      				 
Like gravity that holds you there how much more our Creator cares 	             
Setting on shelf scoffing at the pain you do not see      		                
The love that is and can be He just wants to set you free                                      
ignorance of the law does not excuse
How deep the pain how dark is that blue                                                                   
without Hope without God waiting to play the odds                                              
Without knowledge must be total misery                                                                      
as earthly beauty fades as the tree                                                                              
a dieing thing without fruit                                                                                           
the growing sorrow does that suit                                                                              
without hope of new life tomorrow                                                                             
Here today and gone so to borrow                                                                               
Not opening a door can be as bad as slamming it in your face                                   
to see where true beauty is you run in place not seeing the grace                        
turn to the light dwelling in the dusk from the womb to dust                                    
on your pedestal under your own glass                                                                        
the fire that was given you smother to ash  - john edaward beam - for The 
Unwritten contest - 07/01/2011

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She is red, a riot, 
Rolling with recklessness and 
Reaping the rewards of passion.

I am carpet blue.
Bubbling with banality, bursting
Boredom with silent fashion.

Colliding in the corridor 
We pace a purple paradox.
We’re her favourite colour.

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A Pondering Moment

a Pondering Moment
in the sensual hours of day...or night
can horrendously ache the mind

for every passing thought
leaves a sense of humane torment…or delight
they can ostensibly liquefy the heart

a split second of silence leads us back to the days
that we love so very much…or hate
and oh! how they tear ourselves apart

But we need them
These moments…
Keep us alive…or dead

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I'm Back

Hey, did you hear the sounds of a sorrowed heart
slowly thumping away in the evening sunsets?
There he is, baby, the man they call;
"The Blue Poet"
there he is in the flesh
with a book of poems in his hand,
look at the whores and the smiles turn to him
and say to him, "Where have you been?"
They look at him and he looks at us.
He sits at his desk,
he lits a cigarette and smokes.
He opens the big book of poetry that he had in his hand
and started to read.
There was a smile on his face,
reading to all of us;
as we sat around his greatness and glory
and we listened to his great poetry.
He looked at us through the dark
and with eyes a blazed and a smile so bright
he opened his mouth and out came the words of
a sorrowed heart and a master at his finest hour,
and he said in a calm voice;
"I'm Back, baby!"
And we all cheered,
and he smiled and drank his glass of red wine
and smoked his cigarette
He leaned back in his chair and watched us all
stand and cheer.
If you looked closely,
you could see a single tear form in his eye
and roll down his rough cheek.
The Blue Poet was back,
and this time he stayed.


A dedication to myself. I am sorry to all my fellow fans and followers and poets and poetesses, I had left you all without a trace of ever returning, but now I am back and here to stay!

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within the walls

We often look at the person within the walls as the breaker ,
not the broken
the relentless evil that exists in this persons free will 
The horror this person was willing to create
how they bruised societies ego

How then do we look then at the breakers
We look with sad forgiving eyes
We understand why the family is scared to sleep again in there own house
We understand why the victim escapes into opiat related bliss
We understand why they cant go back to yesterdays routine.

When is it that we decide to place the time stamp 
Why must it  begin then
What if we looked at everything
Why do we value one free will above another
Lets move back and see

Let your forgiving eyes relate and empathize
The brain signalling reflex and pain
receptors act as puppet strings that hopes to move one out of harms way
Move from everything that hurts,
some stronger than others 

To isolate a lonely human is only to further the hurt
Hurt very quickly to desperation
Desperation to obedience
Obedience to “conditional acceptance”
Problem Solved

Looking head on into your own script is the only way to find your story
Read your story well, don't skip a line
It all comes together, 
what led your brain to release those choices?
If you read my book, 
word for word 
you would get to the same page in the same chapter
your next sentence would be the same
where my choice is simply a result- 
A choice to rid the pain
Remove the fear
Lift the prejudice

Do I run or dare I confront
Do I feast or make love
Is my machine well oiled and assembled for the job
Does the neglect of my maintenace not matter
Is my warranty the 12  decedents of men that choose whether I shall be rebuilt
Or is my justice sitting right here in my book.

Is my forgiveness in my manufacturer
or is forgiveness in the pressure that all my parts are constructed to work a certain way
Am I to be assembled in a way that produces the end product wanted
Then why isn't the best engineer on my case

A lawyer to make decisions the law
a captain to navigate a ship
yet an amateur is sent to rebuild what is broken 
an amateur assembled us in the first place
The answer is to understand the book
The answer is to understand the amateur

My Justice is the past
My Justice is my past
My Justice is your past
My justice
Our Justice

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I don't want your soaked sponge on a spear

I Don’t Want Your Soaked Sponge On A Spear

You showed promise at your place of employment
So they presented you with a promotion
You are so proud to be in a position of power
Not to mention the paid vacation
And presidential parking spot
That was part of the package
You prance around portraying a person
Who is important
Putting yourself on a pedestal
Pretending to be a pal to your employees
Now you want to provide me with an opportunity 
To be oppressed by you pride
To be your apprentice…
I don’t want your soaked sponge on a spear

To many times  I have told you about your tyranny
Your advertisings of torture to the truehearted
You taunt me as I sit at the table to study 
My Father’s teachings
Telling lies with your twisted tongue
You talk untruths
About your pathetic moments on earth
You toy with tedious thoughts
Constantly plotting against the unsuspecting;
Using tricks to terrify them
There will be a time when death visits you
And your commitment to hate will come to light 
Until then take back your soaked sponge on a spear

I am disgusted with your demeanor
Your disregard for mankind
You do devilish deeds
Disrespecting good guidance
Instead you disappoint God
With your destructive ideas
You deserve hell
There will be a day when you are denied admission
Through the doors of Heaven
And despite all you pleading
You’ll be told to keep your soaked sponge on a spear
Use it to douse out the flames 
While you dance with the devil
Beneath the dirt
Deep down 
In the depths of darkness

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If I didn't think what I think, Here's what I'd think

If I didn't think what I's what I'd think....

I think I am a product of my raising.
Destined to be no better or no worse.
I'd think there is no reaping nor no justice.
I'd think fun is life and life is good.
And love don't live on my street no more.
Quarrelling and strife were the crux of life.
Thinking backwards is not that easy thinking forward is harder still....
Tomorrow is now until I close my eyes that moment is eternity....
My quiet place behind my eyes.

Contest sponsor: Nancy Jones

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The Mystery of Self

In silence I sit and ponder the mystery of self in this vast infinite universe What am I? What is anyone? I exist at least I believe I exist I see the world through my eyes But what are my eyes? Are they just the product of the history of my life? Are the eyes of others just products of the history of their lives? What am I? What is anyone?

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Many of them but few of us

Were served pies with no filling so we learn to love the crust
Doctors supplied but no healing searching for someone to trust
A floor that hides from the ceiling so a ladders not enough
The door chastised for being willing to open for the likes of us

Were seen as threats we just provided our opinions or insight
With no regrets I've barely started slaying minions of the night
No heed to death no breath departed I'm still trying to win the fight
All roads go left I'm not thwarted paved my own path to the right

Traps meant to kill we make them yield like dragons teeth around a shield
Not better skilled just stronger willed a sword called justice we all wield
Break down to nil and then rebuild before the moonlight has been spilled
They pay for thrills before their bills and then they end it all with pills

We are soldiers without rank sent to war ahead of tanks
no exposure tombstones blank from poisoned lakes we've often drank
We didnt swell or mutilate so double doses for our plates
It serves them well we switched our fates already trouble on their face

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To Be As A Leaf

To Be As A Leaf
Ingrid Showalter Swift

To be as leaf
…food and so fire for the flame 
of hearth and human souls

and to be leaf floating on the river of my ever days

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When I forgive my brothers and sisters
I don't ask them to join with me.
I only remind myself that we're already joined
but that I won't know this to be true
until I make all points of time 
in all dimensions of the universe
converge back to the single thought of separation
that has come and gone in a cosmic instant
for which I still haven't forgiven myself.

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Tears, silly tears,
Tears, gullible tears,
They have no color
They have no feelings
They have no emotions
Come joy or sorrow
They flow out
From their eye-burrows
Like saline rivers 
Towards unseen sweet water oceans
And dry up on barren cheek deserts

Tears, silly tears!

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Sight by day raid by night how could this two things be so a like
Mounted by pain torn by decision but reflection the same night
But see to know right but never to question the road to a map
How destiny a line as day to night
Stained by pain and rage a like stain of tired tears as a stare as dashing will and might
If good and evil exists in us all what is a price of a live just for just doing what is right as day and night
Like a card to a handler we are the cards how would you handle the hand you was deled
Are we as people so different or is the
Path we are on never ending or is the map a path that steer 
The will of faith a test
What is good and evil or is the deed we consider sin so 
Evil or is good a deed that envy for a season
Life is bigger then you and I but is it bigger 
Then a decision that effect a night
Or are we Just Born I leave you to a decision as night to day what type of man would you be
A break for today life decisions can alter a whole man life rather 
Than a decision in a day in a 
Life of decisions 
I Wonder 
Have you heard of the yin and yang of a dragon and tiger how history reflection 
Stories of mountain to heel
“Who” is watching if whom or any one dare to care 
How different things can change from the words that we say may faith be the keeper
A prayer  to keep for every day
Wondering  do any one know such a feeling

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The Morning Call

When mind is afresh, when the sky is lit with golden streams, 
when the chirping of birds calls your soul, wake up my friend,
 let's stand together and tune our beats to the eternal rhythm. 
Let's lie down on this earth and press our ears to this raw land 
and listen the pleasure of that first sound, 
let's be silent and empty to contain the divine breath in its real form.

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Tomorrow Is Too Late

Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
Hold onto the moment and sketch the future

Backdrops must be moved for change
Leads and understudies pass by or fade

Wrest the quill from the bottle, seize your moment…

Inscribe your spirits voice on the parchment
Paint the portrait of classicism and of the didactic

Purify your finiteness in the cooling tarns of risk
Capture and grasp the blinding flash of excitement

Forever on times passage do all dreams disperse…

Discover within you the voice of each tomorrow
Rend its youthful divinity upon your scattered pages

Develop the undying fervor to discover all that is new
Explore all that you fear dwelling silent within your scope

Compose on high the muse your heart cries out for…

Never recognize the qualms to enact your fantasies
For the future will become more vivid in the lens of truth

Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
In each moment expired it draws ever closer to you

Enveloping even dreams before you can realize and react...

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The Ultimate Honor

Hang not tinsel upon your soul,
With false expressions of goodness.
A fool’s gold is not worthy of fame,
Although its glitter may catch the eye.
Let your deeds done be true and faithful,
As a springboard of hope for those forsaken.
The sluggard in search of cheap fortune,
Will get lost in the swell of man’s praise.
An honest spirit will long persevere,
Though their trials rise as fiery tempest.
The remembrance of grace brings deliverance,
As the heart surrenders to compassion.
A good eulogy is never the ultimate honor,
While days filled with integrity are worthy.
To come to final judgment before your maker,
Can lift you beyond the platitudes of man.
Other tokens of praise will diminish,
With His words, “Well done, faithful servant.”

- Virginia Mitchell
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Simplicity of Life

Just for a moment
Just for a second
Through the obvious
All the time

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Words No One Hears

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Open your eyes world

I opened my eyes.
And the worlds eyes i tried to pry.               
Wanting for the world to see what its doing and cry.
The only things that matter to the world and its forces.
We sit an feast. 
Us whites in th east.
Throwing billions of pounds of food away.
While a child is starving every day.
We have water that pours from a pipe at the turn of a nob.
While children walk a mile barefoot to get a cup of dirty watery glob.
We take and take from the earth.
To fuel the fires of our home hearth.

When the world runs out.
I will close my eyes.
I saw the worlds glutteny.
For the world will see for itself.
What it has been working toward. 
Its own death.
I will laugh.
At the faces on everyone.
When they see what has come.

Now your scared world. 
Like the starving children. 
Now the world is starving with them.
I saw it coming a mile away.
But the world just kept taking.
Day by day.

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Have you read the message from the east?
Iqbal is Called universal but here,
Insist to call him poet of east!
Do you know who said about purity?
By mere deed it can never be achieved!
If so, then these are even known by Satan.
He knows enough tricks to misdeed...

Do you know who said that he saw?
HIS presence in pagan’s heart, 
But the poor soul is unaware!

Moral soul of our culture is kept alive,
Truly by these writings, they revive!

These writing versions so emote,
Our cultural values since birth float,
In-between Iqbal, Faraz and Ghalib,
Their literature quite candid! 
And our culture is merely aided
By the projection of these commended!

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A Daily Consumed Society

A Daily Consumed Society Man has changed and confused his principals. What one day was culture, innocence and shame, has degenerated into vulgarity, malice and impurity. What was a beautiful sentiment yesterday, of warmth, comprehension and love, has converted into coldness, intotolerance and hate. Our children learn what they see. Throughout their lives they encounter a pile of trash, which they consume step by step as they are growing up. Obedience is a victim of indocility. The shame has died, in the darkness of the grotesque and a good man is characterized as an imbecile...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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Sometimes we have to roar to endure

Out of touch with reality
But i'll catch ahold gradually
And my thoughts are bold naturally
Truth be told hate rattles me.
Its gettin old this jealousy
A dead end road with ice for street
My heart of gold is failin me
Just tryin to hold my sanity.
Positive thinking is altered and blocked 
Got me damn near drinking water chase ciroc
Peoples attitudes stinking brain matter on pot
While a good mans blinking a hater will plot.
So i put on my armor and leave the shield 
When cut by the drama my wounds will heal 
Was taught by my mama to always stay real
They packin black llamas dont get yourself killed 
I will not be bruised abused or mentally subdued
Ive tasted the fruits of langston hughes
I use broken tools and build castles laced with jewels
And feed off the fools who ridicule.
I admire breath and desire nothing less
And these issues i press i rarely regret.
So basically im just ponderin the possibility that to enlighten a mentality otherwise headed toward catastrophe versus watchin from the balcony while another dies tragically has no options just responsibilities
And if a few words whether pronouns or verbs can somehow secure another a few exhales more why wouldnt we aggressively roar to endure.

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Reality is what the eye does see though the mind may deny that reality.

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Lady Lemming

My pen stumbled stammered
and fell
as you fall from the beckoning
cliff of ill fated friendship.

You showed me how the finest verse
is atonal music and the wisest words
of eternity’s pundits and seers
are but fallen chips of a Michelangelo David.

You taught me that Earth
is a spinning potter's wheel
with hands of wind and rain
that gently shape.

Your eyes, the twin planets of Gemini
drew me forth while I,
a beast of prey,
oozed through the darkness stealthily.

Yet Lady Lemming my love
the jagged rocks below are no better
than the imagined wolves at your feet.

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The Stupidity of me...Self evaluation. [again]

Sometimes you think, but
OH NO!!!
How wrong you are,
What you perceive and hope for is nothing, NOTHING
but a hollow dream, a twisted illusion-a fantasy.
To think that you would have any worth what so ever
to think that anyone would reciprocate feelings that you make believe
that you hope and wish for
It is too bad for no one, NO ONE DOES!!!
You are pathetic, a pitiful, lost and decrepit soul
The feeling you hope and dream for are not there
They NEVER existed...
You are a fool to assume,
to presume.
Victim of mixed reactions- not a good excuse.
Accept our place LOSER
you there, looking at me from the opposite side of the mirror...
this is you:
Your Name: Vincent
Category: FAILURE
Possible Outcome: Premature DEATH
Relationship status: REJECT
Self Respect: Null & Negative
Self Motivation: Null & Negative
Life Expectancy: 1/2 to 1 year
Self Evaluation: Not Worth the Time...

This is
You the poor, sweet guy no one likes
the person who is soon left behind and forgotten.

This is the Stupudity of you...
Naive, innocence that has long been obsolete
your analysis of things, lacking of any substance
an antonym of yourself...

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You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Direct Realization

Life is dynamic and constantly changing
Any thinking or verbal speculation about life
even with regard to the future 
is always based on the past
One may have an immediate awareness
beyond thought or verbal speculation
of one's existence
but one cannot have direct contact
with one's immediate existence
through thought

Words are useful in the attempt
to communicate one's experience
to another person
but the use of words is merely an attempt
to point to experience
It can never give that immediate 
direct knowledge, insight or realization
that comes from one's experience

Words are like a map
and experience is the territory
A map can only give knowledge
"about" the territory
It can never give knowledge
"of" the territory
This can only be obtained
through direct experience

When one considers growth and decay
as a continuous ongoing process
of which human existence is a mere iota
one realizes that there is an inexorable movement
which encompasses everything that "is"
including human existence
which is a relatively recent phenomenon
on the cosmic time scale

One realizes the ethnocentricity
or more specifically the "homocentricity"
of the claim that human conceptualizations
are capable of knowing things as they "are"
This applies whether the claim is that of 
science, religion or 
any other system of thought

When one examines the way 
the different lifeforms are interrelated
one realizes the distortion created by thought
when one attempts to isolate 
and elevate one lifeform
particularly the human lifeform
apart from the others

The body has an intelligence of its own
which manifests itself
when thought ceases its attempt
to know life
It is a direct realization
beyond thought

There is a fundamental unity
of everything that "is"
and Love is a manifestation
at the behavioural level
of this unity

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Vertical Lines

Don't forget to cross the Ts
and dot your Is
because if you don't do that
they're just lines vertical on a page.
Lets us forget about the imperfect words
that make us cry
the vertical lines,
like jail bars hold us back.
Stand up and out and roar like a lion!

she is mine, I love her,
but I am quiet,
held back by the vertical lines
the black oily jail bars,
that keep my hear caged in
everytime I cry and people don't listen
the guard taps his nightstick upon
the vertical bars,
the imperfect feelings of pain and sadness
feeling like this it bores me 
feeling like this makes me sick
and I feel myself wanting to vomit
and shake the nervous feeling
of falling into a dark hole,
so I sit behind these vertical lines,
like cocaine lines, ready to snort up your nose,
like cigarettes lined in a perfect and neat row,
like empty wine and beer bottles
littering around my feet.

The vertical lines take me away from reality,
close my already blinded eyes
with a black blindfold.
These jail bars cross my soul,
chain my the ankles and wrists,
and choking me, holding my head under water,
I can't breath!!! Help me!
These vertical bars hold me back in life,
hold my emotions from coming out,
to tell you how I feel for you!
I no more want vertical lines,
I want to be free.
Drive horizontal roads that wined and turn around beautiful mountains
too take a deep breathe and share the beauty
to watch the horizontal horizon.
Too sit on a beach shore and write till the sun goes down
and the mermaids sings cheerful tunes
that uplift my spirits and break the remaining vertical lines
that bind and hold my heart in place.

There is nothing beautiful in a straight line,
let alone a vertical one.
Horizontal, vertical all bad in their own ways,
always trapping us, like jail bars or barbwire that streches across the open lands.
Love has no lines,
no boundaries,
so why should I have lines that bind me together
holding my head underwater,
till a spark lights a powder keg and blows me sky high
and I finally set myself free
and roam the horizon for ever.

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Riotous Defiance

The poison has been applied again,
the blade has cut deep,
Each branch is gnarled;
my leaves are few,

my thorns grow large,
my flowers small,
So what if I am the weed?
The uncultured peasant,

the bastard flower. 
Do you blame me for
Cursing at the rose, or
Whining about the Iris,

Shadowing above the pansy?
Should I not push my roots deep? 
Show my face to the sun ?
Am I not of god too?

Yet the gardeners hand holds
no compassion, his eyes give no love, 
His speeches of plucking
And cultivating is not

for inspiring the culled.
So piss on the gardener! 
I‘ll Shove my roots deeper, 
and pray for more thorns.

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When passion gathers moss, 
The night hangs sad and silent, 
Then fades with disappointment; 
The will to stir a morning breeze 
Is lost in any season, and love 
Becomes a stone. 

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a blank page

a blank page
can say nothing
or say it all

an invisible line 
between nothing 
and everything

without the Hai
or the ku

unless you meditate 
on it 
in three lines

simple, clean 
and pure
or is it

a blank page
can say nothing
or say it all

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In quest of love

I slide along the edge of the stream,
Crossing the narrow road leading to it,
Search in the depth of the fussed ocean,
To find the portion reserved for me.

I wander throughout the space,
Tracking the silvery, sparkled stars;
Conspicuously, I've been so exhausted,
My naive heart chose not to surrender!

I interrogate the reflective could,
It points me to the house of obscurity,
I hasten to go to the peaceful spot,
There was not even the shadow of it!

I had even walked out of boundaries,
To know whether which direction it took,
I crapped out an fell on the wrong road.
I, however, was hopeful and undismayed!

Lastly, a quiescent mind appealing me,
Thus, my heart plunges under the ocean,
To strike out the accuracy of the true love,
Meanwhile, I still hope that it will discern it!

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There is a force upon this earth
a force of evil intent disguised
by empathy guiding the masses into a
feudal system of unequal apportions.
Already the wall is built, conjured with
a news media of imagery used haphazardly,
a wall, to keep in the intellect those who
cannot relate to simplicity that, which
is the secret of life’s beginning,
a wall that nurtures minds of organized chaos
whilst prohibiting precious sentiment
a ploy of the low life, those kept outside
of the wall except for the menial tasks
befitting his master!

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Mother Celestial

The night, with everything humid Took us to the balcony Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe Amidst queries – we reached about stars Why the luminance, clusters, variance? Non astrologer, She did a best But one premise struck Each man has one up there She answered – to everywoman too Where is mine? That, she pointed: the brightest. Why . . . what about yours then? Mine is in you, son The place in your father’s house. And She was my mother! (Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)

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Judge Not (End-Line Word)

There are some among us who deem themselves - JUDGE
But their own lifestyles are often - NOT
Open for criticism - LEST
You wish to open your own lives for retribution, oh, - YE
Best leave our judging to - BE
Done by One who is perfect, for when - JUDGED
By He it will be a final determination and He is more capable of rendering a - MORE
Consequential fate if His hand of judgment moves - HARSHLY

For Dane Ann's "End-Line Word" competition.

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Three Roles

Over stand these R the 3 characters we play
U can become aware begin changing & Evolving 2day
What will happen 2 U the sheep if U become aware
Will U awaken from slumber R will U freeze right there in fear
Which would U primarily become  If U R willing 2 evolve
What will happen 2 the present balance that exists
It is not Ur theory 2 solve
No 1 knows while tomorrow is becoming 2day
Nothing will stop it as it continues on its way
This is a warning 2 the herdsman & the wolf
& a wakeup call 2 the sheep
Stop counting with the rest of the flock & awaken before
U’re consumed 4 Ur meat
Consuming U Sheep
2 sustain others is a must
But 4 U Sheep it is Bleak
While 4 a wolf it is a thrilling nourishing rush
There R sheep herdsmen & wolves
All of whom have a part to play
Sheep R often scared when frightened frozen
like an ice statue they stay
They R all devoured consumed & appreciated
the herdsman wants 2 protect the flock from other herdsmen
& wolves
sheep R for warmth & breeding & making tasty foods
Nothing is evil here
This is the cycle by design
Wolves like herdsmen know the cycle & consume at opportune times
The wolves & herdsmen survive because they shape shift in
& out of character role
Exploiting what they know 4 a constant change 2 their
advantage 2 unfold
Sheep R simply live stock a basic commodity
these R the 3 roles learn them adapt & evolve when ready
In this life there is a planet of sheep
Only mountains of herdsmen
& yet oceans of wolves lurking in packs who usually R alone
when they attack
Shape shifting Morphing roles evolving means becoming
When the truth is exposed 2 U
It is never clear
What R if transformation will take place
A herdsman is wiser & calmer
But herdsmen kill each other 2
Over physical property both territory & flock R
revolving issues
Wolves are wild & untamed with penetrating fangs
Rogue & clinching 2 cloak in the foliage of rocks & vegetation
the herdsman will
destroy the wolf if presented that situation
sometimes they shape shift and take part in a slaughterhouse calamity
But they rarely morph into sheep unless studying another
herdsman’s rambling
Having your hair cut off is 1 thing
But by design sheep R for consuming.
All days for all living R numbered
still the sheep R docile followers who slumber
Choose 2
& shape shift 4 Ur advance
Know the 3 characters we all play
Before Ur end while U still have a chance
2 become AWARE Enlightened
& finally awakened 2 the 3 roles

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You wake up and ponder

maybe wonder whats the point

all you can see is the darkness

all you can feel is the world's despair

it envelopes you until you can't breath

you struggle to sit up and push it away

but all that surrounds you is darkness

How can you free yourself from its chains?

what will bring you a ray of light

we all have a guiding spirit to lead us

to take us back to the light

look around when you are in despair

think of others worse off than yourself

See the truth that stares us all in the face

just open your eyes and your heart too

and back into the shadows, the darkness will fade

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Could I Would I

There could be day when I won’t calculate
Or a moment when I would just be foolish. 
I would forget my pros and cons on the car seat 
And jump into the rabbit hole as I flee. 

There could be an hour when the party lights stay on
And the conversations drown in shallow pools
Or I make mistakes that I regret
And endow a tear drop to my cheek.

There could be a time when I like the mirror – 
A fleeting moment in which I really believe. 
I would stop seeking answers in the stars
And looking for peace in deep oceans.

There could be a second when I am not me
And be unfaithful to control
Or shout praises of the devil from the rooftops
And carelessly sell my soul. 

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A Simple Thought

Dominic C Cherry Our future Has come to be What we chose Our beliefs Are what we desire Where we want to be Our time Is futile Wasted on mindless matters Our rest Is a burden To the time given Our breath Is our chance To begin again Because with each breath Is another decision Another voice closed Another thought forgotten And always a new beginning

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Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first

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Break the Cycle

Sacrificing identity for a love plagued by mediocrity
trumps a lifetime of loneliness, 

for in the end you may be unhappy and detached from yourself, 
                  but at least you will find comfort in knowing
                   that you will not be eternally sequestered from the human interaction 
                    that can somewhat mimic the love that fills the gaps of a lonely heart.

What do you think?
Would you trade in your identity
for a life of mediocre love
if it meant you could escape
indefinite solitary misery?

                 ......Or are they really just one-in-the-same; 
                                                          yet another cycle we must break?

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Artificial Light

Sailing along on edge
Convenience, forgotfulness
Wayward beliefs once simple
A world supposedly, not flat

Then, tell me...
Why are we falling
Bruised eyes, off peering
Life, living lies
In this thing called internet

Where is hope 
Stretched out
In a few ample strokes
What are these answers
Like, Unlike
Are they not, or people

Our future screaming
But I can't hear it
What is it saying
Emotionless, eager, finger button beggar
Through every window out 
Leering in petrified desire 

For a moment just look away...
At a stack of books
In the corner decorate
Almost higher
Than a
Inch fifty LCD or Plasma

From this...
Are angry shadow ghosts
Childeren fading
Become plastic models 
Lose or, die
But hey, It's not you, so it's okay

And anyway, it's in the public
Forum "Right?"
You know “Youtube”
Facebook, Twitter minutes to fame

Let's just roll ourselves upward
Into a corpse of glamour
Turn up the music 
Ever louder
Drown out the evil voices
Dancing naked risque

Sailing off this edge is floating 
Within the numb
Bombarded to swallow it all
Red or blue rainbows upon our tongues
A bitter world of pill 
Worshiping the drug

Or be bulimic
Pretend to have faith
Purge at end of day
Whisper “I'm sorry” forgiveness
Pray, while continue falling 
Dream comforts night

Then, begin a morning
Off alarms
On Pods,Pads and back
To artificial light

One last question
Do you think from where Steve Jobs is at
That he truly cares...
About the newest Apple app

Or does he laugh
Knowing only we can create
The world which surrounds us
Be it round or be it flat
And still it keeps spinning

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When life bow dips down low
Stop! And turn up like a sinking snail
Ponder and look for a blank sheet
Grab the pen,
It is time to lawyer your thoughts
“This might be used as evidence in my court of law”
		“Why would you want me not to see the sun again?”
						              …Smiles again?”
					…Happy children play again?”
			…Old folks sipping brew from the pot?”


I know this is not the end
I know I can make the difference
I know I can transform someone’s life
I know I can achieve; and if not today, tomorrow I can

I’ll let the rope tether the billy 
I’ll let the rope unite grandmother’s faggots
I’ll let rope lie and lie
How it can;
On its own!

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Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.

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No Tomorrow

what has been done cannot be undone
what has been said cannot be unsaid
what has been thought cannot be unthought
what has been lost cannot be unlossed
what I have done I have done 
what I have said I have said
what I have thought I have thought
what I have lost I have lost
no yesterday
no tomorrow… 

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Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am

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Take care of your own soil

A field plowed with...
Unmet expectations, blame,
Dissatisfactions, envy, greed,
Discontent, jealousy.
Becomes hardpan over time
And impermeable to growth.

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The first step to gaining knowledge is to 
recognize one's own ignorance
to take a stance against stupidity
even if it means standing alone.
The second step to gaining knowledge is 
to inhale
a whirlwind of knowledge and exhale 
to fly on the winds of wisdom.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven aka The 
Green Poet

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Only One Man

One life at a time...
One struggle too long...
One decision gone wrong,
and whole countries takes the toll..
War people cry! and the riots go out..
To the thought that one man made,
and the rest follow suit in arms..
It's not political to shed blood over feuds of power..
It's not humane to cause pain to those already suffering the empty hearts of their leaders...
War has no reason, no point, no end...
Guns are a tool for violence, and peace cannot ever come from them...
To fight for freedom is human nature, and a country in the line of fire will fight for
The politician who calls war, is the war himself... 
They are the beginning of war.. The power seekers... The status mongerers... 
Politicians are the reason countries go to war... 
There is nothing else...
But one man against a country...
He is the reason.
... and he is only one man.

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It’s the flight of pregnant birds that I am reminded of
Bloated and cramping
Legs tucked close in, wings beating away with paternal efficacy 
Never towards a nest
Always in flight
As if the very notion of rest a circling falcon
A tireless hunter, promising a swift demise, bodies left to decay…

This, this is a pregnant flock of desires and ideas
Notions and purpose
Encumbered and floating, rolling clouds heavy with rain 
And this flock rolls on
Until with a spasm of wings and anticipated rhythm 
A gush of rains and new life is announced
And from each bird, pregnant from birth
Comes a new flock, each end every belly swollen with life
And new ideas surge forth
And newly feathered wings beat with renewed zeal
And a multitude of pregnant flocks take to the skies,
And it’s these birds I’m reminded off
When I pick up the pen to write
Because in each and every bird I observe
I see that pregnant mother of possibility
Beating her wings, soaring above the ground
To give birth in the skies,
Where my ideas soar, soar and give birth
And I am reminded of them
Every time I come to write
And fear I will write nothing at all.   

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In the heart the rhythm of life plays havoc with reason.
Nature seeks equilibrium in contest, no one is ever content.
Hope feeds folly and triumph in equal measure.
Even an idiot can have an epiphany.
Thinking , curser blinking ........./

©david byrne Aug 2012

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Divine Purity.

True love is incalculable
An ebb and flow of lifetime…
Never looking back
Or retracing its footfalls…
Only leaving behind
The moments of memory…
Of where it once stepped
Ever fulfilling...

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Like and Love
Dislike and Hate
Good and Great
White and Bright
Sleep and Death
Bad and Evil
Sin and Iniquity
Religious and Righteous

Between these primes
There is a Line
Once crossed
You become Bossed
By the very nature
That becomes your culture

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reading and Knitting

From childhood adore with love
Penny save to run to bookstore
Reading and knitting all  day 
Eyes  and hands in drop of hill
In hugging  the sea breeze 
Inviting underneath no need to breath
Deep dive to sea as host

When came beneath  in dream
In wet hands hosting pearl of shells
Breeze of the sea escaped white curtains
A new day to wash with sea and sun

Run to bookstore than get  a new canvas

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`When took a dip in Ganga
that pink sari
imbibed a lot of Advaitha.
.....glued to her skin	
and lost identity..
became a mound of her mounds
curve of her curves
and dip of her dips.
I knew how euphoric that pinky felt
When dried up and separated from her
......retained her shape.	

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Pace in hopes

In a given pace
Dismail  of rounds
Sounds of ordinary
Act as eagle as bourne
Join   the pot  in dreams
Flourish to all  to shine
Live of   short coming
High hopes all come back

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Creation's Irony

A man begins the search outside his head
with wondering, what kind of God would make
a wind-up primate, hot to rule his world,
endowed with nothing more than jealousy 
to motivate his simian success.

But no, there simply must be something more
in peering out upon the field to see
an ass's jawbone crush a brazen skull 
or drown with liquid words, an enemy.

Of what divine intent is the enfant terrible
who calls upon the prince to gasp above
the nails for his own sin?  What triumphing
is that?  There is the seed apostasy
has dipped in blood and planted in the soil
of apostolic greed.

Ho, everyone that thirsteth, come and buy!
There is a heaven here, a boon, a sigh
for every paradise pursued in vain,
for yellow cobblestones, and mansions in the sky.

A singular dimension waits beyond
the taking of a dream to consciousness,
for that becomes the moment when the God
of Abraham falls silent, angels need

to chant no more to shepherds on the hill.
The new Jerusalem has open gates
for every traveler; the wine is soft 
upon the lees, the song is lush upon
the ear, the night perfumed forevermore
with love.

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Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.

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What Will I Be

What will I be?
When the flowers of spring shrivel in upon themselves,
Cradling their heads like the sick,
the elderly,
the lost.
Every line of faces I’d once known
withering away to pruning beings,
left in sun too long.
When each ocean has dried up,
leaving nothing but ancient salts,
somber and decayed to debris and dirt.
Every memory I’d once had,
falling from an empty skull
without lips, or ears, or eyes.
As flesh clings to hollow bones rotting beneath the weight of soil,
heavy on such a sunken chest,
carrying those heavy, lonely burdens.
When the smoldering stars extinguish in a flash of smoke and stardust,
and the remnants of every wish on comets
billows down from the sky to my hands.
What will I be?
When fatal disease courses through your worn veins,
and recollections slowly begin to cease
as you sway further and further into blurring lands.
Meanwhile my heart grows heavy with every last breath you take,
every last word you manage,
and every faint beat of your heart becomes
the march of death as it slows,
to lead you where I’ll never reach.
What will I be?
When every single touch,
and smell,
and sight,
and taste,
and sound
of everything I knew,
spills like sands from shattered glass,
never to be forged again to something I could hold.
What will I be?
When everything I know is gone.

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Panic can grip you,
When you feel
That someone or thing
For you does stalk

A dark future and past
Seems all that you face
How long you might last,
In such a cruel race

Love a memory,
Misery is true now,
And try as you want,
You can't figure out how

Stalked by bad memories,
Stalked by no hope,
Each day you wake up,
Stalked as to how you will cope

When the joy of life
Is replaced by but pain,
And there is no sunshine,
Nothing but rain...

So, if you are lucky,
And have someone 
who does care,
Remember those times,
When no one was there

Blessed are 
those who know
Such a great joy
Of the love of a girl,
A pet, or a boy...

And those shut out
In a forest of sorrow,
All alone and hating
The thought of tomorrow

Look about you with care
See the beauty that is there
Remember that God
Has a love very rare

You may feel alone,
And stalked by bad fate,
But God is still with you,
There is no debate

So leave the stalks
To the celery,
And rise to your goal
And you may feel for the
first time,
That you feel whole.

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It dwells not in any trade but, in a destined market. Think of a distance market Rather, it blesses a close by shop. Whitish and glowing Just like cotton strands 'Aje' is feminine. Her visitation to your abode suites exactly like couples first night. The bride releases herself to the betrothed. Wisdom and intelligence is required while she stays. 'cause the wise controls everything. Whilst 'Aje' lives with you Don't hurry, be patients 'cause patience leads in characters God of Wealth: Aje May I receive your blessing I pray May I be self subsistence I pray. Fame, Prosperity and success is accompanied in wealth May I be in control I pray. 'Aje' use my home as your abode.

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No romance in protest

Jan Palach's ashes tried to stop them.
Mohandas' blisters tried to stop them.
Tiananmen Square's dead tried to stop them.
Thích Quáng Ðuc's ashes tried to stop them.
The man against the masses
but there is no romance 
only the bitter taste of burnt
on the masses tongues.
And those that taste it will
one day be numbed to its sting
as they feast on it with
And those who shed it 
have no time for the luxury of
contemplation for they burn
as if they share the company of
No friend, there is no romance in protest.

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Wisdom's Way

  A course of courage........

the manifest consumation 
    of consciousness.

       Bold strides 
beyond confinement,
contributing impressions
that blossom
            in the heart.

          A scope 
transcending comfort
   Lonely at times............
Yet demonstrating ...
Attainable  devotion 
      of a magnitude
in society's 

   A strength in thoughts 
that glow
    a threshold
self contemplation.

You are ........Wisdom

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====================================== ~*~ nightmares of tomorrow will still be yours time went by won't be regained anymore just shape your dreams build your future and uphold the sublime. stick what you are and what you have today it will foretell the future the product of yesterdays frailties wake up and rise! ~*~ =============================================

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Rilke's Book Of Hours

He begins his poems with a negative tone But there is a positive affirmation of God’s creation Indirectly affirms the beauty of divine image As he laments, “Disguised since childhood” Though one bears the image of God One comes of age as masks. And wearing masks is a false creation As masks are man-made and not God-made. Wearing masks is a false creation, a false self That began “Since childhood” as they are Constructed for survival and success. Then at the end Rilke imagines a location Of storehouses where all these lives are laid away. But the remote location requires a journey It’s a journey of repentance But it is our own emptiness of” Suits of armor old carriages and clothes hanging limply on the wall All images of emptiness. For Rilke, God is most intimate, most personal He speaks to Him as if they stand side by side. Rilke once said Religion is the art of those who are not creative But he, himself, failed to represent God in his poetry So he tried to transform his art into his poetry. +++++++ *A myth developed about his death "Gathering roses from his garden,He pricked his hand on a thorn, both arms swollen and affected and he died. His Epitaph “Rose, oh pure contradiction,delight of being no one’s sleep under so many lids”
+++++++ April 23, 2014 Form Free Verse Second Place Win Contest: Rilke's Book of Hours by Mystic Rose

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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within

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The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert

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Are There Answers

Are There Answers?

Life began.

Ever since
Simple yet complex
Search the signs

Because why?
Ever since when?
Search the signs where?

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Rocket Land Island

It was like looking down a long hallway that no one else saw.
Then I tell myself what I believe She keeps telling me,
That "these caverns were made for you."
That they should not be seen as a threat,
Though we have every right to be confused
And maybe even mislead
As we wait for some Dead Freeze to melt
And send us back into rocket lands, flush and active.
And even if I got their using this long hallway in front of me,
I'd get lost in the walls along the way and swim off.

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The Farthest Shore

When the wave falls

on that farthest

does it finally die.

When the swish of

the tumbling fall

cries into the

who hears,

in it's soft sweet

an echo of oceans

On the winds swift

past shallow sharp

tonguing cold teeth

currents that sweep

the soundings deep

and beyond ken,

at first in front,

and then behind.

Moving in ranks

each one alone

yet by Nature's gift

one and the same.

To catch but a
from the wave

and turning it

see that which has

not standing in Time

but all in align,

and to reach not out

across the trough of

but into the depths

and find true self

Earth spins true,

Universal laws

to be obeyed and

dis obeyed,

swept by energies

flowing and real

as hot sun and cold

The exquisite tilt

as an inquiring head

so that it all takes

beneath liquid feet

crossing a sea of

With each sandy kiss

waves energy passed

to shifting sands,

to sound,

the outgoing wave

from shore to

to meet off shore,

to unite once more

beyond trough and

in the ocean

we found.

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Towers, Well Structured

Towers, Well Structured

Let us go up to that lofty room
	of intellect
where the unsettled go.
Let us climb a ladder in the mind
and peer out the window,
looking down with disdain upon the mundane.

There are mansions there free of clutter
to endlessly explore .
There is music from the classics and art
	beyond description.
There is a history of the race where we belong,
	being human.

Number takes on new meaning all abstract
and stark in beauty bare.
The dates, the numbers. will count the years of 
history when wars were fought to purify 
	the blood.

One hallway to a corner room is dusty and 
	seldom walked.
It is where only the gods may go and look.
They retrieve the wisdom inked on 
	everlasting scrolls.

Some words are written in blood,
	not lamb's blood, but the red water
from the veins of a man.
Access these stored rolls, tied with sinew,
if you can, if you too are a god.

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if only for their faults

I prayed unto myself,
partitioning time 
as if a subcontinent,
pondering life 
and all her foibles,
to live through, 
and yet not with,
salvaging memories of
a best forgotten 
bulimic exchange, 
of ideals foregone and 
conclusions remembered,
if only for their faults,

I prayed unto myself…

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you coward


                    Coward you
                    scared of who

Coward you
live in there

                     Coward you 
                      type away

Coward you 
burn yourself

                      Coward you
                      might as well

Coward you
burn in hell

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Salve Epithet's Clique

Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down, 
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...

Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...

Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound... 
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...

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Women come from Venus.
Men come from Mars.
Earth has visitors from other worlds;
humans with different emotions and passions.

Becoming earthlings begins with learning what it's like to be woman,
and what it's like to be a man.

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The Beauty of Breath

lays in it's
faithful existence.

Born into strange
bloody yet unbound,
tied to this world
in breath,
soon to forget this
act of grace. 
The one breath
without which 
no other would take
To breathe in salt
sea tang, 
or field of flowers
trees of green that
as if breath to
them to us,
as we to them,
and in the simple
of consecrated
to recognise that 
which exists,
as within. 
In breath we are
and if a religion
you must,
then kneel to
sacrifice time 
on the alter of
be silent awareness 
and behold,
one faithful breath.

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Tomorrow is here,
the reckoning of another day gone.
Rushing at the open door of now,
spent before I can wrap myself around it.

A wave of time that crashes with surprise,
slips away without looking back.
Hands that cannot hold it,
point at the door through which it has gone.

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Holding hands at the cusp of twilight

In tune to Elysium, humming...
The western shore at sunset,
Colors transform...
To the majesty of stars,
Dreams meld into myth...
Mists hover over wet lands,
I follow his footprints in the dew...
Crickets and frogs sing praises,
I hold my hand and wait...
Dawn to the East will rise again

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Best Friend

She said that we were drifting apart.
But I feel that we were close from the start
My heart was torn out from deep within
She said I had changed from what I had been

I didn’t know what to say
We used to talk every day.
Now that things had changed
I felt that I had gone deranged

Dear friend, the one who was the best
Why have you left me alone with the rest?

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They claim thousands of lives everyday,
carrying out mass executions on innocent souls. A lot of training
is done in their secret hideouts - learning to make bombs, and shoot. They
do all this training not because of any forthcoming war, but only to annihilate
those who don't take heed to their code of living and believing. They
believe that by following their code, heavens will open the doors,
for their souls to enter. They are puppets being controlled by the code,
which moves their heads, legs and hands, using invisible strings......

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My only friend
 Is the one in my head
'cause the one that I had
 was left behind in the sand
The sand of the hourglass
 waning away
never stopping
 never speeding
only burying your secrets
 grain by grain
Someone to hold
 something to have
All pain
 no gain
I reached out to touch you
 and you melted
as my fingers grazed
 your perfect face
I try to scoop up the puddle
 mould you back into shape
But I just kept slipping 
 in the mess 
that I used to live for

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flames of desire

A flame is said to be a source of light 
but yet it is the reason 
the reason why theres night
but For those who 
 covet this light taints its existence 
are soon broken by  
their thirst 
a thirst of knowledge 
 of power and fame 
and slowly become a moth
engulfed in the of flame temptations                                                                                                                                                       they coveted

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