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I Look To the Moon

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,       
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
                                      
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
                            
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.


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a conversation with steven-his battle with aides

i have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
hauntingly
playing 
peek-a-boo with my soul

i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to stand
on the balcony of life
feast my gaze on the rising sun
interlaced with the aroma of morning dew
sit at the edge of a quiet stream
watch the sun slip slowly
behind the mountain peaks
the air dancing
with the fragrance of lilac

i have seen my death
viewed through the stethoscope
of the minds of learned men
that boast their knowledge
their talent
their skill
as i move away from sterile hands
with sterile anger
pushing away sterile needles
that have not the cure
only promises of next time
i want answers to this rage
this terror
that no man understands

i have seen my death
through the eyes of my loved ones
as they kiss away
my fear
their fear
my death
their death
i cannot enter 
into their quiet soft place
my space
is filled with shadows
as i watch them close the coffin
on their humanness
but not their souls

i have seen my death
and
i'm not ready to die


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The Swan in the Cemetary

The swan in the cemetery looked so out of place
in such a depressing location to see such a symbol of grace
a mystical message engraved on a level of hidden depth
a breath of fresh life, hidden amongst the death.
as i watched the swan pace between the gravestones with all the confusion it 
presents
in a place of such solitude, i chuckle at the irony the swan represents
but all  of a sudden the swan stops in its tracks.
looks up at the sky down at the ground and then over its shoulder as to look over 
its back
with an insinuation in its actions that portrays an essence of surprise
as it stops looking around and focuses on my eyes
which some how against my will has me rested on my knees
as the swan opens its beak but instead of a sqwauk a human voice pleas
a plea of forgiveness for all that its done
a plea to say goodbye to his wife and his son
but then the swan descends into the ground through a grave with not as much as 
a sqwauk
as i read the inscription on the stone i cry as i find it reads here lies hope


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you are you

Where do I go ?
What should I do?
Cannot mistake 
My feelings about you.
Running behind,
Making mistakes,
What do I give?
What do I take?
You seem to know 
What I should do 
But, you're not me
You are you...

Empty feelings,
of being alone.
I cannot wait
until you're not home.
You yell, you scream
You make mistakes.
But now it's different,
it's O.K.
You seem to know 
What I should do
But, you're not me 
You are you...

Undying surface
Emmenseful pain
You have no knowledge
that's what I'll gain.
Crucial arrogance,
times go bad.
I'll always remember,
I have no Dad.
You seem to know 
What I should do
But, you're not me 
You are you...


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This Day

This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
   Day  after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
   I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
   You come to me with words I have only  dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
    Never  have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
    True I have  waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
     There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything  I know giving it all that its worth .     
     To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
     So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me  and dying is all I can do.
     This a day I surely could do without.
TAC


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I want to say Something

Something is in my heart
I want to say it
 
Words can't support me
How can I say it?

I want to know,
If you can bear it

Why can't I say it?

I am delighted,
If you want to hear it?

No, no, or never
Why can't I say it?


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I Am Just A Tear

      by Ellen Fahey


I'm trying so hard to hide in here,
but, her emotions won't release me.
Why does she fear?
I am just a tear.
Liquid feeling 
made for healing.

If she'd just let me loose,
her pain I could ease.
But, here I am
I'm locked inside,
Lord, won't you help her, please?

Help her to see that it's okay
to feel what she feels.
Let me fall from her eyes,
and caress her tender cheek,
for it will be in my release
that she will hear you speak.

For I am nothing to fear.
I am just a tear.
Liquid feeling
made for healing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~





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Circus Life

i see your stupid faces
watching me with glee
i perform these stupid tricks
but oh how i long to be free
to roam the jungle once again
to be with my pride
my family, my friends
look at him with whip in hand
could grind his bones into sand
i feel the sting across my face
with just one swipe
i can erase
this little man with whip in hand
with these teeth
with just one bite
i can end this monster's life
would love to see your faces then
you'd never come to the circus again
to feel the warm sun on my mane
now only loneliness, boredom and pain
to be the king of the jungle once more
to not be stricken when i roar
but now i sleep behind these bars
with the smell of pollution and the noise of cars


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IF WALLS COULD TALK---

If these wall could talk, they'd tell tales of silent sighs and muted tears,
Of a happy household; everything in place, a vital something amiss...

If these walls could talk, they'd describe diluted dreams gushing out of starry eyes
desires dancing on wistful eyelids...

If these walls could talk, they'd speak about burning ambitions
embers still flickering bright on the retina...

If these walls could talk, they'd narrate about acts of selfless devotion going
 unnoticed, unappreciated; of ears fervently aching for tender words of compassion...

If the walls could talk, they'd share the recipe; ingredients of dedication and care
lovingly used to prepare each un-eaten meal...

If the walls could talk, they'd spill out the whole truth
one that not a soul has an inkling about; of stony silence's endless pining...

If the walls had a heart, they'd reach out and hold in a warm embrace
to soothe away empty loneliness of cold dark nights...


8/09/2012


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If These Walls Could Talk

                                                      If these walls could talk
                                                  They would say “Take a look”
                                                            Hey young lady!
                                                   Why your room is so messy?

                                                      You’re always very busy
                                                        Doing your other duty
                                                   Well, I know the reason why
                                               You just control yourself not to cry

                                               The pain you’ve been experienced
                                                   To whom you love ever since
                                                         And to overcome it all
                                          You only faced me and your tears will fall

                                       How many times I’ve witnessed your attempt
                                            To take many sleeping pills just to end
                                             The sadness you feel it in your heart
                                              That you keep it from the very start

                                                        If these walls could talk
                                          They will say “can you forget everything?”
                                                     And try to fix all your things?
                                          Just like your life, it must be in order again


September 15, 2012


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DISTANCE

Sometimes I still use a cordless house phone. 
When I call her I imagine her wrapping an invisible cord around her finger 
as if she were only walking slowly the opposite direction as the cord stretched further. 
When she talks she says she likes to feel her voice as it runs away from me. She says that she wants me to believe distance is just a myth our minds created. When she held me I was a last box on a moving van. I was stretched out like piano wire waiting for a hammer to knock the breath back into me. Her hands forced me upward like keys pounding harmony. 

She is the hottest day of summer telling me to wake up and find water and her bed is an oasis. 
Our clothes scattered a mosaic across the paint spotted carpet. 
We read to each other from the bookshelf on the corner. 
The one that sagged in the middle until all its shelves were smiling, ready to laugh loose their stories. 
The morning she left the half-closed shades left cords of sunlight stretching across her chest 
and I traced them but there were highways, and she the smallest country. 
When she calls me she traces her breath as it spirals like a hurricane to the wall and bounces between cities. Her voice is strangled with 350 miles of telephone lines. 
The clothes we dressed our floors with for months have been stripped away. 
The room is naked now and the bookshelf, half empty. When I think of that house 
she is the only thing I can remember. Everything else fades, the room disappears entirely and I remember only having lived inside her. Home is where the heart is. 

The first astronomers who looked up there had to have discovered sparkling new words about how far two things can be. We build telescopes to force everything closer. 
I have built myself a telescope with bed posts and bathroom mirrors. 
On warm nights I climb to the top of my room and look west where the world curves her away from me. I know now why the myth of a flat earth existed for so long. 
It is not a story of people afraid of falling but of people terrified of growing apart, 
reading that if you stare hard enough at the horizon, you’ll be able to find anyone who is left you. But “listen” she says. The blind man on my block had his cataracts removed. 
He told me when he looked out his window for the first time he couldn’t understand why his hand was larger than the houses across the road. 
He couldn’t grasp how things look smaller at a distance so close your eyes. 
Stop looking for me in satellites fading below the skyline. Let us make this world flat again. 
I am always right here. 
This continent is just our kitchen table. 
These highways piano strings. 
The same note ringing resonating between us.
God keeps our sight stronger with eyes that we will never see by looking in a mirror.


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Cocooned

Loneliness and sadness
Are my constant shadows.
My unsolicited friends.
They keep me company
In times when no one seems to understand.
They chose me to be their companion.
But, in retrospect, did I choose them?
I always wonder.

Over the years,
I tried to secure 
     my joys
        my happiness
           my fulfillment
               my pleasure
                    even my blissful dreams.
But, I guess, 
I've been unsuccessful.
I have to agree to the terms.
This alone seems clear to me.

Resigned is myself now.
Bound to solitude.
Welcoming no one but silence.
A complementary trio.
The mind thinks of solitude
While the heart sings of silence.
Life is a dull mystery.

But, still, I care to tell
a small portion of what life is.
So, I call to them.
This mysterious loneliness,
That strange sadness,
Lingering.
They want to be heard.
Yet, 
     they hesitate.
A nod towards shame.
And, so
they curl up
inside
like some caterpillar 
     taking refuge
        inside
          a dark cocoon.       
They breathe. 
They live. 
They thrive.
They become.
Like in some forest,
   carefully hidden.
The beauty is silenced;
                        confined within. 



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Disaster in the waters.

I look out to the waters,
And this is what I see.
A blanket made of darkness,
Draped across your body.
Death extending its fingers from shore to shore.
Creatures that once dwelled deep within your heart,
Are being plucked up by each wave.
Being placed upon your brow,
For all the world to see.
The scares upon your face,
bring much empathy.
Your blood was spilled,
And death was certain.
Oh what a tragedy!


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Crude Reality

I once saw a rundown house
sitting on a thin little frame
and thought it pretty to someone.

She doesn't understand,
when she speaks of me the same.

Reflections aren't supposed to lie.
I see less than she, or more depending
on what it is I am searching for,
anymore I see the rundown house,
weakened frame, but I can't find thin.

I think the scale lies,
perhaps just to me.

She says enough is enough,
look in the mirror and see what I see.

What does she see that hides from my own eyes?

I see less, perhaps more,
depending on what it is
that I am searching for.

I see things perhaps with death's eyes,
does she know it is killing me?

Has she seen me fall from grace
and turn from life as if pushed
into the depths of my own grave?

She must know:
it has me hanging on a thin frame,
rundown, weakened from neglect,
I guess I am pretty to someone
but I don't see it the same.

She asked how can you
let it rape you of life?

I guess someone should tell her
that I am already dead,
she doesn't see.


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Forgotten Companion

I was your puppy 

I licked your face

you loved to walk me

and sometimes we'd race

I was your puppy 

slept in your bed

you'd rub my belly

and pat my head

I was your puppy 

I loved you so

now I'm alone

where did you go

I'm an old dog now

and growing older

the nights are cold

and getting colder

no more licks upon your face

no more sleeping in your bed

no more belly rubs

no pats on the head

I hear a puppy bark

I'm lonely out here in the dark

I guess there is no room for me

alone I'll die chained to this tree

your hearts just too small for puppy and me


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Going Home

Here I lay on cold concrete 
No more grass beneath my feet
Want to leave but don't know how
Oh sweet family
Where are you now?
Here I am alone and scared
For this I was not prepared
A man came to take my new friend away
Where did he take her?
For a walk?
Out to play?
Here I am all alone
Miss my family
Miss my home
Oh, wait...that man has come for me
Oh that's good I have to pee
I try to never go inside
I did once and tried to hide
but my humans found me out 
and began to stomp and shout
Is that why they brought me here?
Is that why I'm so alone?
Will they come for me?
Is it time to go home?


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GOLDEN ASHES

Golden ashes


You are as gold in my eyes;
How I see your rise
So deep I pry
Still then I cry

Can I ever run away from you?
you light up my dreaded end
Like chyme in my belly
Your end is nearing time

You stick so close to my lip;
How I wish I could skip
But you bring forth strength
Only to rent my fears for a while

Still stuck in the mystery of you;
I await your dusk
A thousand tusks is no publicity
Compare to your futility

We long for your history
Although reality long beckons
You stay true to the demon you are
You’re an illusion as to Golden Ashes

THE INVINCIBLE PEN


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Drawn in Harmony

The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines. 
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next 
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm. 
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins 
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce 
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore. 

At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's 
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't 
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the 
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost 
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about 
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and 
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking 
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when 
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the 
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man, 
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going. 
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open 
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went 
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration 
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this 
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of 
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures, 
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air. 
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned? 
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.


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THE END GAME PART II




            **********Note: This is Part II to the 'BIG GAME'**********
                                               --------------
                                        May the Lord Be with you!



Now the Devil was at First Base
Ready to take a steal
One of his minions' is on Third
        ------
Preparing to do the devious' deal
He planned to steal
While one of the Lord's Shepherds'
Was out playing the field
       ------
And their was one little truth
That wasn't heard
And that was that the Shephere
Got the word...
        -----
As the ball clasped and thundered
A ground ball that barely cleared
         The ground...
It took every-body by surprise
Fore it never made a sound
And the multitudes' shuttered
As he took first base
      ------
I could barely believe my eyes'
      ------
The Devil is low you know
He stole second base
But, God kept the minions'
At bay... In their place...
And it has been that way to this
Very Day
      ------
The fear engulfed  the multitudes'
This game was to last all day'
And it seem as though the
Devil would win....
That he should have his way....
With a little help from his
          Hench-men
       ---------
The Minion (BATTER^UP) was of
The Devils' own making
He was a bat... Lords' people
        Were all shaking...
And you know what made
           Thing's worse
He did make first and released
               The Curse
      -------
And the Plague was in
World Domination was about'
          To begin

    ******Surely to be continued*********










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Pessimistic Love

Love is
the morning dew...
lurking, looming
effervescent
enigmatic
...burned
...gone


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The Snow

Falling at a terminal velocity
From the ether we fall at a speed that is  
Slow
What is my purpose, my destiny
Inevitable fate befalls the
Snow

Colliding with the other frosty white souls
Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white
Gold
We're born in a season that is dead
How can something so white and pure be 
Cold

Like vampires the sun is our infirmity
Dawn approaches illuminating hues of
Wry
The epiphany before my death 
Is everything is impermanent 
Why


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PEZ DiSpenser

Being used.
Take everything out of me, 
& on the days i’m not wanted, 
I am left emptied 
all of the way out.

A pleasant ‘medicine’ to show others just how good I make you feel, & how good I taste.
I’d be lying to say that hearing those words doesn’t make me spring right back up even in a setting as disintegrating as this. 
I’m still here, ready to break off a piece of plastic from my narrow body for you.
It is you after all. I’d do it if I had too.

But, you confuse me.

You keep my head lifted & it keeps you entertained. 
I like it, kind of. It’s like we’re getting to know each other’s touch, and see similar smiles to those of when we first met. 
This makes it easier not to think too much about how I’m handled.
But
You’ve never treated me this way. 
I’ve gotten my big head stuck before by trying to fill myself up with much more than you needed, 
but this feeling of loneliness by you is unfamiliar. 
I love you, I say. I love you, I show.
You love me, you say. You love me, I believe.

I hate the feeling of feeling cheap. You told me that I was especially manufactured for someone of your taste, & I believe every word of that.

Stop pressing my head down into my stomach, please.
I’m starting to get sick of not seeing everything that kept me full of your every desire to see me smile.
I could never be naive enough to say that I can fulfill who you are, 
because I have a purpose that involves much more than 
going up and down, emptying my insides with temporary dissolving gestures.
But I know I can share with you 
the essence of being the someone who treats you as good as the planets you can’t see. 
So align me inside the atmosphere of your care, & I’ll pick you up before you can say, “deSpenser”


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Sorrow

Sorrow

Uneasiness or pain, due to loss best describes my existence,
My name is Sorrow and though many try to avoid me,
No one can keep their distance.

I live strongly in the families of Malcolm X, Dr. King and JFK,
Some use me as an inevitable excuse to escape the every day.
I will never die, though people kill themselves for me to continue my mission,
Whether you be rich, happy, beautiful
I strike you in any condition.

Like a common cold, I don’t disappear, Im just dormant
But happiness is a medicine, not a cure
To strike you, I need no consent


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Barnabas Collins




They visit me here though they think me dead They all think me a long time gone The mausoleum is quiet, with only a dark shadow Creeping upon its ancient walls, and thats of my own The heavy door seems to creek all of sudden I think Outside I hear the sounds of what seems like footsteps I open that very old secret door which leads to my rest And with a heavy heart consumed by this fire, I prepare for the kill But then, outside, there is no one, no one is there No one out there now to steal from me this time in here Outside now I catch only the furtive and dark shadows As I hear the lonesome cry of a howling wolf or hurting bird I dart quickly another look again to my ancestral and cold coffin My fateful resting place is one more time again safe No friend nor foe to release me to free me tonight from my woes And from all of my black and torturous betraying thoughts I, Barnabas Collins, I stand here in all this darkness alone As I close my weary eyes for another moment and rolling time Then again I hear the wind moaning and hear the wind weeping The dogs are howling and my wounded heart abates in the wind They're my only companions in my endless and perpectual sorrow. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 July 22, 2010


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Throes

Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...

To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella caress...

My emotions ascend to a God with black wings,
And soon this soul taken from pentacle rings.

But first I am descending before Her throne,
Her chest still racks that abyssal stone!
Prurient crucifixion of an annulled witch hunt.
Nascent Shangri to Her mire c*nt.

Her emotions strong enough to splendour fires,
This libertine forges Her foreplay desires.
Taken of the pulpit by a tyrant crevasse,
Splay out on an Oratory's cerise glass.

As she leers like the silver Moon...

I sprawl to Her with greatest tempt,
Only for me to feel contempt!
I scream ''You are my salvator'' as,
Blood pours where my sanguinary blade caress...


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Winter

‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
Perchance,
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.

The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover. 


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comfort

my friends, I feel your presence but I cannot see you where are you? my friends your songs soothe my wounds, Wounds that scar my body, your fire my mind your hungers that feed upon my burdened heart your magics of earth and Fae my soul I can almost feel thy furry bodies surrounding me, thy warm fire in your belly and hard scales upon which I lay my head, the soft earth colored skin of your arms around me holding me The powers of winter and summer inside me, Power that comes from The Fae beside me spread Salve on my wounded soul, as incubus and succubus feed ever so gently happily eating the pains, the woes, and sorrows that lie etched deep into my heart Taking its burden for their sustenance as you all surround me Comforting me, telling me that I am not lost in the darkness that you will guide me, teach me it gives me a measure of comfort thatI have companions that I am not alone


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Tears of a Black Youth

I'm crying out with these emotions that i'm can't explain
I'm crying out with two emotions in my heart,my sadness,and my pain

My tears flow out like a river fall into an endless ocean
My mind feels like its at war with my emotions.

Can you see my tears as they flow out
Can you see the pain in my eyes

Can you understand the pain I'm suffering from
Can you hear me asking why

I'm crying because of the world's ever escalating malice
I'm crying because of the news always showing victims of murderers and rapists

I'm crying because seeing so many deaths.
I'm crying because of seeing innocents breathing their last breaths

I'm crying because of people dying on the street corners
I'm crying along with the other mourners

These tears are for those who've died in wars,barrios,and ghettos
Even though we it was their time to go

I'm crying because the the pain will never go away
The tears will never disappear

All i can do now is pray
And that people can see this black youth's tears


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Winds of Change

The wind howls. as the grey wolf licks his wounds
pareparing himself for the next battle
he survery the area as the ground shivers
beneath a winter's chill

Instinct didn't prepare him for the attack
as the leader snarled and snapped
the others stood with clenched teeth
and tearing jaws

Spawned by the pack he recently joined
he wanders alone in the threatening wood
though two greys approach on the ridge, growling their disapproval
he follows in the distance

Soon his cuts will heal 
the earth will revel in its thaw
and once again, he'll join the pack
as an equal

But for now, his out-cast
and kindred spirit
is broken
by the Winds of Change

As he follows in the distant night
his solemn cry is lost...
in the approaching storm


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For The Most Part






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The most "fri-ti-ning"
Part of dieing is knowing
That Thou hath' lived
And need-eth' not live
Any more...
      -----
The most "fri-ti-ning" part
Of Living...
Is thinking that you have
Lived much too long,
And that now,
You are sitting at "Deaths' Door"
      ------
That death is coming soon
Same as He has before
      ----
But, when Death doth'
Come...
And Konck's at the deemed'
Doth' Door.....
As your mouth hit the floor
Their is no need to
Leave the room...any-more
Just be ready...
And pick you mouth 
Back off the floor.....
      ------
For Christ has already 
Shed the Blood for you
      ------
Fore He is Jesus
    -----
It dose not matter
To what, You may assume
Fore He will be there soon..
     ------
Know that Jesus will
Fill the room....
      ------
And their will be plenty
Of Light...
For Restoration is never
          Too soon!
Fore this is not your Plight... 

               GF


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a look into the mind

the memorys youll eventually forget,
the people you knew,
gone in a cloud of shattered dreams,
past loves turn into hatred,
useless inteligence,
these are things that are a result of our so called,
life,
however,
in the dark clouds of our minds a solum strand of light,
happyness,
blooms forth changing your perspective,
evan for just a moment
the birth of children,
newfound freindships,
True love,
things you may life without,
but you have always wished to have,
created in them,
for with all darkness there must be light and in all joy,
there must be sadness.


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Anorexia the Impostor

Sneaky
Deceitful
Calculating and cruel
It poses as your friend
Offering comfort 
Strength
A sense of achievement.

It isolates 
Jealously guarding the relationship
Until it infiltrates 
Every cell of your being
And claims you 
As its own.


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LIFE

Life is an everyday struggle, a struggle that never ends where people die and children cry 
and you learn to just pretend. Pretend that you are happy. Pretend that everything is ok. 
Pretend that this crap is normal, when you know its not suppose to be this way. They said 
God only gives you what you can handle, well I wish he dint trust me so much. Cause eve 
been strong for way too long and at this point rim about to bust. Over 10 years i was held 
captive in that belly of the beast but that has no comparison to the pain eve endured on 
those streets. My precious family dying off 1 by 1, so tragic, so painful i just want to run. I 
cant run to my mom God took her to heaven too, since she has been gone i just dolt know 
what to do. A piece of me died with her, rim no longer whole...i loved my mom with all my 
heart and soul. She wasn't the perfect mother but shes all i knew, mommy if you can hear 
me, I love you.Tell Aunt Lisa i love her and im sorry she left this world in so much pain since 
shes been gone no one is the same. She didn't deserve to be taken out in that horrific way 
but dont worry they are all gonna pay. Life doesn't get any easier, its an everyday struggle, 
it never ends...Where people die and children cry and you learn to just pretend.


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I CONSTANTLY PAY


WAKING TO A NEW WORLD OF CHANGE
AND HAVING TO ACCEPT IT AS IT COMES
IS ONE OF THE SCARIEST THINGS I HAVE DONE
SINCE THE DAY  I WAS BORN

ONE DAY I AM ACTIVE AND STRONG
THE NEXT I AM SOME THING I HAVE NOT KNOWN
EVEN THOUGH I HAVE SEEN THIS LIFE BEFORE
WHEN I WAS STILL YOUNG

IT LEAVES ME FEELING SCARED AND ALONE
NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE  I AM AROUND
IT TAKES SOME THING FROM ME
AND I HATE THIS DISEASE THAT WAS GIVEN TO ME

ANOTHER CHALLENGE I KNOW
A TRIAL IN LIFE I HAVE TO GET BY
WITH OUT FALLING TO THE GROUND IN DEFEAT
I STAND AND FIGHT WHAT HURTS WITH IN ME

IT'S HARD FOR SOME TO UNDERSTAND 
AND THEY FEAR TO BE AROUND ME
AND THAT IS OKAY WITH ME
FOR I AM SCARED AS WELL YOU SEE

I HAVE NO CHOICE OF WHAT I AM TODAY
IT'S SOME THING THAT IS MEANT TO BE
AND THIS I UNDERSTAND IN MANY WAYS
IT'S A PART OF THE LIFE I WAS GIVEN YESTERDAY

FROM ALL THE YEARS OF ABUSE
OF ALCOHOL AND DRUGS
DOING THINGS I SHOULD HAVE REFRAINED FROM
WHILE I WAS STILL YOUNG

I DIS-OBEYED MY DAD AND MOM
BROKE THE RULES OF SOCIETY
COMMITTED CRIMES FOR FUN
AND EVEN SPENT ELEVEN MONTHS ON THE RUN

TO ONLY LEARN THERE IS NO ESCAPE
CAUSE SOONER OR LATER YOU'LL PAY
AND TODAY I CONSTANTLY PAY A PRICE
FOR HOW I WAS YESTERDAY


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DANCE OF INFERTILITY

STANDING ALL ALONE
THINKING NON BUT ALL
NATURE AND DESTINY AT
ITS BEST
AT WAR BUT WHO WINS
GRIEVE NOT WOMAN
GRIEVE NOT
FOR IS THERE A REASON TO
NO SEED CAN EVER SURVIVE
IN THIS LAND
WHICH YOU’VE NURTURED
PLOUGHED AND TILTED FOR
MANY YEARS
YET NO FRUIT HAS IT EVER 
BORE
STOP DREAMING THEN
STOP DREAMING
LOOK HOW YOU LIE SOUR
WITH MILK
YOUR PRIDE OF WOMANHOOD
HAS GIVEN YOU NO PRIZE
SEEDLINGS WOULD YOU
NEVER TRIM NOR PRUN
FOR MOTHER YOU WOULD
NEVER BE CALLED

WHY LET THIS EMPTINESS
RUIN YOU
AND INFERTILITY HOOT YOU
WHILE YOU SIT AND SING
THIS SONG OF MYSTERY AND
MISERY
THOUGH YOUR CALABASH IS
BROKEN
AND YOUR BAMBOO FALLEN
STAND UP AND DANCE IN
AGONY HAPPILY
FOR LIFE ITSELF IS A MIRAGE
THE MORE YOU LOOK THE LESS
YOU SEE
THEN TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTH
OF SACK
AND WEAR YOUR GOWN OF 
RAFFIA AND COWRIES MADE
SHAKE TO THE TUNE
THAT LIFE PLAYS FOR YOU
COS’ ONE DAY IT WOULD ALL
END
WHEN ALL THE DRUMS WEARS 
AND TEARS
AND NATURE WITH DESTINY
ALL LOSE THE GAME


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INVISIBLE

I CAN'T SEE YOU I KEEP CRYING OUT FOR YOU BUT IT IS ALL IN VAIN.

ASKING MYSELF WHY IS HE NOT HERE WITH ME IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME.

IS THERE SOMETHING IN THE AIR I GET NO CALL NO VISITS I WONDER IF THIS RELATIONSHIP APART OF MY IMAGINATION OR AM I THE ONLY ONE IN IT.

YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE BUT YOUR ACTIONS PROVE OTHERWISE.

WE NEVER GO ANYWHERE YOU FEEL ASHAMED TO TELL THE WORLD ABOUT ME.

ARE YOU EMBARRASSED BY ME OR IS IT SOMEONE ESLE.

I REFUSED TO BE FOOLED AND I WILL NOT SHARE YOU.

AT NIGHT THE PILLOW IS SOAKED BY MY TEARS FROM THE HEARTACHE THAT YOU GIVE ME.

NOW I CAN FINALLY SEE THE LIGHT I STAY FAITHFUL TO YOU WITHOUT A CALL JUST TO KNOW IF YOU ARE ALIVE OR NOT I AM NOT EXSISTING TO YOU I AM INVISIBLE.


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my dark thoughts

is it a waking dream?
no,
is it a waking nightmare?
no,
it be the thoughts of the deserted,
those who have nothing left to lose,
the ones who can go mute without a second thought,
the ones whose dreams overflow with the blood of others,
for they are the ones who see the sinister truth,
the end isn't near its always been there,
every year,
every month,
every day,
every minute,
every second,
for you see the end is not when the world ends,
it is the last day you feel complete,
it is the day you feel worthless,
the day you see only the dark side of things,
the moment you imagine slaying the beast of which caused your pain,
for that is the day the innocence known as your "inner child" is finally slaughtered,
and when your become...,
heartless.


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When wolves cry to the moon

How long will I have to call out to an open sky.
Where nothing but stars and constellations pass me by.
My restless heart screaming out for a lonely companion.
Where a tormented wanderer asks nothing more than attention.

Like a wolf I howl to distant voices.
Hoping I'll be heard,hoping someone will finally help me over come this feeling of solitude.
Like the stars I comfort in the moonlight.
As she cradles my shattered heart during the lonely nights.
The cold winds would fill the empty void in my heart.
And heal my heart from all it's battle scars.

AS she gives me hope to call out to open skies.
She helps me overcome my feeling of loneliness.
As her cold kiss touches my lips.
I finally fall asleep...


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MOUNTAIN CRIES

The dusty hurling wind guided the darker cloud
Towards the stony shrine of a lonesome mountain.
With a roaring thunder, mountain cried out loud
And tears flooded its bosom in disguise of rain.

The bosom which is full of painful dry volcano
That sighed and waited for coming out in rage.
Instead with its teary rain tuned a pale piano
To sing a melacholic note of torn lyrical page.

Mountain,with toughness, cries with soft heart
Thorough deep smoky sighs, thunders and rains.
No one seeks its rocky heart, internally burnt
Or empathizes with its unsoothed thorny pains.


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Breakfast

Beside a sluice rests a home:
humbly weaved with strands of memoirs.
Minute signs of yesterday’s flight
submerge beneath cinders of warmth.

Inside is a temple, Genesis’ daughter, 
who rears the seeds of tomorrow’s spring.
Withstanding languor: gravid’s twin, 
she awaits the sojourn of a milk-washed kin.

Soon enough, she perches on lives-
each, counting chickens inside their minds.
Alas, they fail to know their fate:
not all will leave their carapace.


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Life & Death

Torn ~
Wanting to feed the life
Yet choking on its breath.
Numb ~
Emotion recognized yet denounced:
Feigning nonchalance.

Tears of denial fall
Yet are absently dismissed.
And still they burn in their
Path of descent
~ Scarring the soul.

And what consequence will be suffered?
~ Before forgiveness is granted (if at all…)

And will repercussions be faced?
(As penance for my sin...)

Or will the torment of the act
Sufficiently suffice:
Continuously reminded by the
Guilt that cannot rest,

Tucked loudly in the corners of my mind...


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Sold

Our eyes met, from across the road,
I felt you love me as I would you.
Inside me, you made me yours,
the emptiness filled with something new.
I brought you comfort, kept you safely,
while my world was lit by your hand.
You explored me, knew all my secrets,
every part of me you would understand.
Then you left me, without warning
letting cold and darkness in.
I met with strangers, who didn’t love me,
or adore me, as you once did.
Now a shambles, I’m barely standing
You took all I had to give.
Without you here I am nothing,
but the condemned house where you once lived.


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AFTER LIFE

AFTER LIFE: (HOPE COMES)


AFTER ALL OF YOUR RECKLESS LIFE CHOICES, 
THE ONLY TRUE ARCHILLES HEAL IS ONESELF.
REGRET NOT YOUR PATH IN LIFE,
BUT ONLY THE IGNORANT REACTIONS. 
AFTER OVER COMING QUITE HARSH CONDITIONS
OF YOUR EARTHS ELEMENTS
THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD PONDER IS THE TOTAL 
IGNORANCE OF YOUR DEAF EARS KEEPING 
YOU FROM SEEING THE WHOLE PICTURE.
BLINDING YOU FROM ALL

THE UNSPOKEN WORDS OF YOUR LIFE,
RELATIONSHIPS THAT SUFFERED, 
YOUR BROKEN HEARTS EMOTIONS RUNNING WILDLY.
OUR BATTLE STRICKENED WOUNDS TRYING TO HEAL;
NEEDING OUR BANKRUPED SOULS SAVED
FROM ALL THE CHAOTIC SORROWS SUFFOCATING US DAILY.
OUR OUR HOMELANDS

FEARS ESCAPING HOLD OF US
MOMENTS IN TIME LOST TRAGICLY.
BE ALL THAT YOU ARE FROM WITHIN, 
SIMLIFY EVERYTHING. BEING HONEST WITH YOURSELF,
ABOUT THE TRUTH OF YOUR LIFE.
IT IS EXTREMELY HARSH, AND HARD PAINFUL WORK,
BUT AT LEAST YOU'LL HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE OF 
KNOWING THAT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. Y
YOU'LL UNLOCK THE POWER FROM WITHIN
YOU'LL GROW IN STRENGTH, CONFIDENCE.
YOU'LL SET YOURSELF FREE AND APART OF THIS WORLD
AND THE HUMAN CONDITION.
YOU'LL GROW AND OPEN YOUR MIND TO BEING KINDER,
TO OTHERS, GOING THE EXTRA MILE.
BELIEVE IN THE TRUTH AND STOP 
ALLOWING THE LIES FROM OUR MEDIA AND GOVERNMENT
WITH THEIR ILLUSIONS OF WHAT OUR REALITY TRULY IS. 

HOW CAN ONE CHOOSE THIS YOU ASK? ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ACCEPT JESUS INTO YOUR HEART AND KNOW THAT HE DIED FOR YOUR SINS.



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are we the same

maybe you see nothing but love,
maybe your world is cheery,
but that is not mine...
for me life has never been "fun",
I've always had to put you before me,
it never mattered if I was happy,
all you cared for was your happiness,
I was a tool,
a toy to be used at will,
how I hated you through all my days,
listening to your problems,
keeping mine bottled,
one day you finally found me half dead,
my arms bloody, 
what did you do......
nothing,
 my life was fading yet you did nothing,
do I even belong here anymore?
no....for my purpose is not of this realm...
but the next...
for then I shall be freed from the bully's,
the haters, And those who would ridicule you,
and scrutinize you for all you do,
for that is all the attention that's given,
to the sad little child
who's last wish.... is to die


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HOLDING ON

So the flower is trying to keep on growing,
In a room that is cold and gray.
She tilts alone by a window in a corner,
Thinking how to make it through the day.

Her leaves are becoming brittle and dry,
Her pedals are dull and brown.
She notices that her life is going downward,
That if you see her, you’ll see her with a frown.

Days, hours, and minutes go by,
When she realizes her life can not be on hold.
As she bows her head and closes her eyes,
She whispers, “I do not want to die alone.”

She feels like her life is falling apart,
Yet she still tries hard to hold on.
She feels vulnerable and delicate at this time,
But she knows not to ever give up.

Tears run slowly down her face,
As she sees her life turning so black.
Having feelings of loneliness and being incomplete,
She questions, “How can I get my life back?”

People walk by and smile at her,
Not knowing what she is going through.
They think she has a wonderful life,
When the truth is she’s been sad and blue.

As her life continues in a sadly way,
She knows very well her life will be hard.
Waiting for the love and happiness she longs for,
She lingers with a broken heart.


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My Mother will not curse me

Mother, your insanity is my blessing!

Your cry, like a creaking door,
Opens to a lawn of sour,
Your eyes, like a flame of candle,
Pierce to my heart that fails to handle.

And, your insanity is my blessing!

Because, I am not a son of your dream,
The essence that dripped out of the cream,
The life that burns as a wooden window,
The deep woods that drenched with heavy shadow,

Mother, I am not a son of your dream.

The dream of becoming a morning dew,
A song that moves a failing crew,
A dawn, a dusk and a poem with lovely words,
A canoe in search of unknown world,

And, I am not a son of your dream.

See, I am a warrior of a loosing battle,
The blood was washed through the rains that clatter,
I see the children playing on the streets,
I do not know, is it sickle or flowers for them to treat?
 
I am not a son of your dream and still away from your curse,
Mother, your insanity is my blessing!.


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DAMAGED AND MEEK

ALL THIS HURT HAS BUILT UP INSIDE OF ME IT HAS KILLED MY INNER SPIRIT IT HAS POURED OUT ALL THE EMOTIONS.

THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT I COULD COUNT ON I SAW THEY HAD DISAPPEARED THEY WERE NO WHERE TO BE FOUND.

I SAW MYSELF ALL ALONE AND HEARTBROKEN WHAT IS A WOMAN TO DO WHEN SHE IS PUT OUT THERE IN THE COLD.

A DAMAGED SOUL IS HURTING IT IS IN MIST OF THE CROSS FIRE IT IS IN THE MIST OF ALL CHAOS.

PEOPLE THROWING INSULTS AT ME THROWING ALL THEIR OPINIONS AND I AM VULNERABLE.

I AM NOT IN A HEALTHY STATE RIGHT NOW I AM LOSING ALL THE CONTROL WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME.

WHY AM I LETTING ALL THIS HAPPEN WHY AM I STILL PUTTING UP WITH YOU WHY AM I TAKING ALL THIS KNOWING THAT I DON'T HAVE TO BE IN THIS DEEP SADNESS.

THE TEARS ARE STEADY FLOWING THE HURT IS IN MY CHEST AND IT IS KILLING ME INSIDE.

A DAMAGED HEART AND A MEEK SOUL IS OUT IN THE COLD.


I JUST WANT TO SCREAM AND SHOUT  WWITHOUT A DOUBT THIS IS MORE THAN I


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A Scar Is A Scar


I am very lonely today. Surely, 
my sorrow will last 
for a life time.  The Earth fell 
on me. First, my boss is kicking me out, for I am not 
of good use these days. Second, my Doctor says--

“You must be quarantined to prevent 
the outbreak of the virus!” Yes, I am infected with 
a deadly virus. I don’t know where I got it. 

I worked hard and even obeyed everyone, instantaneously  
to achieve my goal, my career. Shame, I over exposed--
myself. I’m dead! Now, what will I do?
 
I shared this bad news to my family and friends--
they were shocked! I prayed, in solitude, for help. Well, I got 
a message from someone of good heart, offering me

His magic cure. Although, I can easily follow 
the instruction: “Click this balloon”-- 
to remove the PSW.x-Vir Trojan trapped inside my body 
still, I am not happy. You know why--
whaah, I am no longer a virgin and a scar is a scar!


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a woman loves her mirror

 
  His eyes....mirror only your love 
Your love through himlll you see..
...You made love.. cast his reflection.. 
.....Now his eyes...love only truth. 

Is It Poetry  
 


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My Mind

I'm trapped
Locked inside my mind
Screaming to deaf ears
Crying to blind eyes 
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Day always night
Darkness invading innocent hearts 
Always seeing bad things happen
People's sanity coming undone
Moon dead
Sun vanished, stars hidden
Evil being unleashed
Good cowering behind fear
Seeing everything my mind invents 
People dying, hearts broken
Nowhere to hide 
Nowhere to run
Crying to blind eyes
Screaming to deaf ears
Locked inside my mind
I'm trapped


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Life Surrounded by Death

The black sand,
On the land of death
Is the only thing
That made the flower stand,


This flower is living while dying
it's smiling while crying
it's living surrounded by death
it's feeling happy while feeling depressed
it's seeing darkness while seeing light
it's living day while living night
it's living everyday waiting for tomorrow
it's praying for God to feel no more sorrow
looking up and never looking down
listening to its soul and no other sound
flying in the sky while standing on the ground
watering itself by tears of angels
that fall all around...


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My Son, Never Forgotten

Times drift by,
Yesterdays are passed,
Memories never forgotten.
Memorable things now stored away,
Favorite things you so enjoyed,
Now safely treasured in a box.
Your first baby blanket neatly folded,
Years of artwork carefully packed,
Heartfelt poems written by you,
Now treasured and protected.
Your favorite chair,
Still sits on the porch.
At times as I sit outside reflecting with God,
I look into the empty chair
And wish you were there.
Photographs of you of years gone by,
Now lay safely in a box,
Always to be looked at,
To share and reflect upon.
The last words you spoke to me,
Still replay in my heart
Never to be forgotten,
Praying to hear you speak again,
“I love you too, mama!”
The last moments spent with you
Are treasured memories created,
Filed away safe in my heart,
Always to be cherished with love.
I miss you coming home late,
Always wondering while I wait.
I miss the way you pleaded for me
To warm a meal, to get a drink,
And though I was tired or though it was late,
Out of love I gave in to your hearts desire;
Then excitedly in a child like voice, you'd say,
“Thank you mommy, I love you!”
A part of me is lost,
An empty space fills my heart,
An empty room where you once laid your head.
So many things you left behind,
So many lives you've touched,
Never to be forgotten, but always remembered.
I do not know why,
For it is not for me to understand.
The time will soon come
For me to know the truth
As to why you had to go.
Some day very soon,
When Gods perfect plan is revealed
And when in paradise eternal,
Is when I shall see your smile,
Look into your eyes,
And hear you say, once again,
“I love you too, mama!”


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Decree Absolute, Lies

Like any broken vase, the marriage ceased
The door to trust was open, until why,
Signing its disclosure was released
A smudge before the absolute was dry.

Statistics are an ornament for us,
To paint a pretty picture of divorce  
'Unreasonable behaviour', then shall thus
Excuse her from unfaithfulness of course.

Complaining with a plastic attitude
She keys a draft, some more uncertain things:
Scratch the surface what was misconstrued.
Twisted lies have cut this puppet's strings.


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Suicidal Wolf

This wolf’s tears sparkle in the moonlight,
The fear of the night,
And the mourning of the dead cubs,
Why must such a beautiful creature mourn,
Save something that feels,
Just like you and me,
Such beauty suffers,
And running in the moonlight,
Unable to stand this loss,
Burdened by guilt she runs,
Into the river,
Drowning herself,
And reuniting herself with her babies,
What a heavy loss she faced,
I see why she did it,
This beautiful wolf is dead,
And it’s all our fault. 


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Blank Slate 5-7-03

So she made a few mistakes
She didn’t even mean to make them
Now she might as well not try
To put on her happy face
Because no one cares if she starts to cry.


She’s apologized and begged forgiveness 
But no one listens ‘cause they don’t believe in second chances
It’s like she’s not even there
She’s just a whisper in this new world
And it’s not fair.


What would she give to start all over?
What would she give for a place where no one knows her name?
A place where she has no reputation
A place where she’s made no mistakes
What would she for a blank slate?


It’s like everybody else is perfect
Like they got something pure to compare to her to
Everybody’s done something at least one thing wrong
They’ve got some starches on their cup of life.


So why do they make her like she doesn’t belong?


Mistakes are always part of the past
And even though, that is why it shapes our future.
You can learn from both of them
Well, this girl has been taught by all her bad choices
And she’s never gonna make them again.


What would she give to start all over?
What would she give for a place where no one knows her name?
A place where she has no reputation 
A place where she’s made no mistakes
What would she give for a blank slate?


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THE LORD'S PRAYER

The Almighty Tree of  ancient origin,
You are rooted in the shrine of Deity
And today in your  shrine are these sheep I offer thee
And as for the goats, 
They are outside there.
Just beside you is the broody Hen
And over there, a  dozen eggs.

Puff a little smoke Oh my Lord,
And  let the foe feels the coca.

When my Skull begins to roll,
And the crow upon my soul,
Then the Saints go marching in.

But when the Owl surrounds the throne,
And the Claws begin to roar,
To thee I bow Oh helpless Sky,
And to thee I bow my  helpless Sky.

Remember me Oh remember me
When the  Birds begin to ring,
And the beads surround thy waist
Like a Giant but faceless Ant.

Plenty Cola-nuts I promise thee
And thy favorite till thy Kingdom come.

Freedom and  Justice Oh my dear Lord,
And if possible, Eternal Life.


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Behind These Walls

Being set free is all you think about
Sitting behind these green doors and wanting to get out
Looking around at these bare white walls
Thinking to myself how could i fall
Fall into this hole so big and deep
Wanting so bad to fall asleep
How can i fall asleep with a peace of mind
Knowing that some c.o.'s are not so kind
I didn't come expecting to be treated like a queen
But respect is due we are human beings
I sit up in this place until late at night
Wandering to myself is everything right
Go to sleep they say with the light in my face
Please LORD just take me out of this place
Wake up at 5 a.m. to cover a mat
Can't do nothing but be sleepy and sat
Rubbing your eyes trying to think of what you can do for now
Can't do nothing but sit til 6 until they holler for chow
Lock Down Lock Down is all we hear all day
An hour, 30 min, that's no time anyway
So lock us down for one day and soon you will know
That hollering at us was just a show
So be careful C.O.'S of what you might say
Because your time will come on JUDGEMENT DAY !!