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Details | I do not know? | |

Questions for Dad

How do you do it...
   arrested again.
Paroled for awhile
   then back to the pen.
We know you don't mean it.
   We know that you care.
But when will you show it?
   When and where?
As much as we love you
   our hate runs that strong.
Why can't you stay with us?
   What are we doing wrong?
Are your friends to blame?
   Did they help cause this bust?
What should we feel?
   Who do we trust?
Who do we love?
    Who should we hate?
Why do you burden us
    with all your stuff
       on our plate?
It's too much to handle,
     we're too young to deal.
With the heartache we have,
     with the pain that we feel.

Your our Daddy, our idol,
     our mentor for sure.
Our anger, our hope,
     we need you here more.
Your smile, our tears
     your our happiness found.
Our twinkle, our fears,
     the reason we frown.
You want us to love you
     you want us to care
But Daddy, how can we...
     when your never there!

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My teardrop

When you see a raindrop fall
It is my teardrop after all
When you see a star that would shine
Remember that the teardrop was mine
When you feel the warmth of the sun
Know that it's my heart that you had won
When you see a raindrop fall
It is my teardrop after all
When you see the sky of blue
Put in your notes that I love you
When you feel so alone
I am just on the other side of the phone
When you see a raindrop fall
It is my teardrop after all
When you shall cry
Remember my love for you will fly
When you see a rainbow
In the sky is where my teardrop will flow
When you see a white dove
Just think about the teardrop that falls down from up above  
When you are feeling blue
Remember that my teardrop is for you
When you see a teardrop fall
It is my teardrop after all.

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When Are You Coming Home, Son

When are you coming home, son? I miss your smile, you've been gone for quite some time now we haven't talked for a while. When are you coming home, son? How are things, all right? I still have that picture you gave me I look at it every day and night. When are you coming home, son? I know this war's been hard on you, I still remember the day you left I said, I loved you. When are you coming home, son? I see the plane landing there, but it's a coffin draped with the flag 'tis something I can not bare. When are you coming home, son? I remember days gone past, I now stand, looking over your gravestone you were taken from me, your life went fast. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Nov.17/2005 Being a Canadian, writing this bothered me. Thinking about the American troops in Iraq and the Canadian troops in Afghanistan. When will our governments finally see what they are doing is wrong and send our troops home?

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To the Boy Who Could Not Sleep

You cannot sleep, you tell me
spitting forth frustration
angry sentiments of a scorned heart
Your dreams are robbed
You have been ridiculed 
all day 
in a world where 
You don’t quite understand the rules
every word you spoke today was the wrong one
You crossed lines unknowingly
doors were shut in your face doors
of opportunity
Your love and passion 
which you felt was real
was mocked—
so you cannot put away such thoughts
You come to me frowning, heated
seeking sympathy
But son,
you are young
you know not what ropes 
truly bind the soul
what thoughts throttle the heart
in the darkness of night
you have been betrayed, deceived
by strangers amongst whom 
you sought fortune and acknowledgement
but this, I tell you
is no shame, no grief
you have not felt the cuts 
of those you thought dearest
those you thought you knew 
that hair those lips those eyes that heart
now coloring and darting away
leaving icy holes
in your chest
you know not yet 
that the curse of a sleepless night 
does not burn with anger
it is cold, so cold
and so lonely
So say not another word now
and go
you may sleep in peace
for you are not a father.

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Longer Shadows of the Moon

He is caught between one life and another
while my pain lengthens like a shadow of the moon
We are like leaves, played with by the wind

O lengthening dark vision
reaching across our lives
It came, at last, without a sound...
his leave taking came without a word,
but we both heard it in the silence....

His world is in the palm of his hand
and my world is this moment that does not move

O furtuna, sternit fortem
O furtuna, rota tu volubillis

Never was he mine, never was he not mine
The child, no longer, child that bends and sways
My eyes reflect the clouds upon the sky
for he reaches out a hand upon my crown 
and I feel the gentle warmth upon my head

A knowing hand of man, not boy, that once I vowed to keep
must leave and know that I will weep
as if I am the child, ....not he,...instead 

O fortuna, velut luna 
Statu variabillis, semper crescis, aut decrescis;

I force a smile, and watch him fly away
Quod per sortem .... Sternit fortem,
never was he mine, never was he not mine

For Deb's Contest: Bi-Lingual
Latin translated
O Fortuna (O Fortune)
Velut luna (like the moon)
Statu variabilis (you are changeable)
Semper crescis (ever waxing)
Aut decrescis; (and waning;)                                
Quod per sortem (since Fate)
Sternit fortem, (strikes down the string)                     
 Rota tu volubilis, (you whirling wheel)
Corde pulsum tangite; (pluck the vibrating strings;)
Quod per sortem (since Fate)
Sternit fortem, (strikes down the string)

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The Other Mom

I was laying on the beach
On a hot August morn
A sudden pain in my gut
I knew that something was wrong
It's Eddie.  I felt it so strong
I Picked up my cell and I called
The emotional pain of it all
My body curled up in a ball
I sat up again to be sure, 
the solar plexus was sore
Why to I question these signs
I know that there isn't a cure
For the feelings I want to ignore
He never answered the phone
I packed up my stuff and went home
I worried all day and all night
The sunrise brought more than just light
The loud banging began at the door
I peeked through the blinds to be sure
There were cops all over the street
Guns drawn made the picture complete
I opened the door full of fear
Oh my God!  Why are they here?
My heart dropped, I wanted to hide
When he said "Sgt. White, homicide."
Is your son home he wanted to know
With his foot in the door I said no
Do you mind if we just have a look
And I backed up after biting the hook
They swarmed through the house 
Guns up in the air
Upstairs to his room
They looked everywhere
My solar plexus was right
I'm glad I came home last night
But where did he go?  I needed to know
His innocence still in my sight
The officer said have a seat
Let's talk about where he could be
A boy was found dead in the street
A witness put Ed at the scene
Don't worry he said as I pulled my robe tight
Your son was a victim of robbery last night
I know he's afraid to come out in the light
I didn't believe him.  But I knew he was right.
My son was afraid and now I knew why
He took someone's life who's mother will cry
He was just seventeen a year younger than Ed
Why do these kids seem to be so misled?

What happened that night is a mom's biggest fear
A child was lost in the drug war I hear
The exchange in the alley of weed for the cash
Was a set up to rob him of all  that he had
When the kid put a gun against my son's head
Said 'empty your pockets' or soon you'll be dead
He had no idea that the pocket was packed
With a 38 special protecting the cash
The rest of story is packed in a box
The panic, the fear, the action, the shock
He emptied the gun and ran for his life
While Nicholas bled on the pavement that night
My heart cries to God asking why must I be
The mom of the kid who killed her baby
I cry for her loss as if it were mine
I beg her forgiveness, and I offer her mine.
You don't want to be either one of these moms
Our children at risk, a sign of the times
God please shine Your light on this good Earth today
We're all human beings who've just lost our way.

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DaddyTold Me Song on CD

In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by,
the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days,
He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry,
and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day,

Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car,
and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died,
Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours,
staring high up in  the sky, I just wished that we could fly,

Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die?
Then I heard him sigh....and oh my oh my,
and he looked me in the eye,
as I yearned for his reply:

Son, people are dying without....and dying within,
with no way out.....hunger starves a friend...
Death is much about, bloody wars that never end...
The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin,

Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by,
and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars,
Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday...
let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.

Details | Quatrain | |

Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance

James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "

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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day

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Have You Been Hurt By Religion

Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?

Are you tired of “religious people”
 knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave...  “You can’t take it anymore!”

Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you...  And the pain continues to last…

Have you been “wounded” by something
 somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”

Perhaps there’s someone that you 
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
 has hurt you and “offended.”

There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve 
done to “darken your day.”

I’ve been there many times…  Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.

Even those who go to church are 
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to 
give you “a piece of their mind.”

Religion is not the answer.  Look to Jesus 
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
 and completely forgive!

It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now!  This very moment!

He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love...  He freely gives it!

He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.  
And make you BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton

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Saved My Life

I went back into that dark, dark place 
Were demons dwell 
Lives are taken away
Through the pain 
Through the tears 
You were there and kept me near. 
You saved my life by loving me; 
Your silent strength was the key. 
Gentle touches and silent words 
Let me know that love was the cure. 
Depression is my evil curse, 
When it planted the seed of death
Your love washed it away 
Gave me the strength
To seek the help I needed to keep it at bay. 
I’ve walked that dark path so many times 
I’ve done lost track, 
Things have change 
And God’s given me a special tool 
To help me through, 
I have you and Joshua too, 
Rooted deeper is the knowledge 
Both of you want me to stay a little longer. 
So like a drug addict that has lost their way
I start the road back to brighter days,
There are not enough words to say
I Love You 
In every way 
May God bless us ever day.

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Die alone and born again

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

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

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

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

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A place still lies
Lonely and untouched
Every night it cries
Seeking for its walls to be patched

A place still lies
But dead in its self
With broken memories
And an empty shelf

I struggle to find myself
In the midst of all the strife
But above me a cloud of darkness
So thick, full of sadness

The place will still lie
But not utter a cry
It shall continue to die
Because no one asked why

Details | I do not know? | |

Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
Today is terrible.


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

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

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

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

see page 2 of 2, ty..

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holokauston Page 1 of 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dear DaD

Dear DaD,
Please do not think of me and weep. 
I did not die on that dim lit street.
I'm the sun that shines on you in a warm loving way. 
I'm the son you'll reunite with on some future day.
I'm the young man in your car whom you taught how to drive. 
I'm the little boy who looked up to you as I walked by your side.
I'm the sound of children laughing full of happiness and glee. 
Do you recall how much I'd laugh when you'd often tickle me?
I'm all those Birthdays and Christmas Holidays that you never forgot.
You would shower me with presents whether I was a good boy or not.
I know that you miss me, that's why I show up 
in your dreams as a child or sometimes grown up,
but after the dream has ended, you awaken feeling sad.
Perhaps this will cheer you up.
You Were The Greatest Dad I Could Have Ever Had.
You took me out camping and taught me how to swim.
We'd race and play games and you'd always let me win.
You took me bike riding every morning before school.
All my friends used to tell me, "Your dad's really cool."
I'm all of those bright blue eyed boys that you occasionally see
who all seem to have a striking resemblance of me.
So please Dad, don't ever think of me and cry.
My Presence Is All Around You.
I will never die.

Your Loving Son Always,


 05/04/1974 - 10/27/1991
You Will Never Be Forgotten
You Will Always Be Loved
Rest In Peace My Beloved Son

"To the one held responsible and accountable for my son's death.
To the one responsible for taking my son's last dying breath.
To the one who caused so much misery and sorrow to your family and mine.
To the one found guilty of manslaughter who has now served his time.
If you are truly remorseful, then I've only one last thing to say to you.
If you are truly remorseful then I Forgive you."

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Tears running down her cheek
So many hurtful words
So many left unsaid
Eyes swollen with the agony of his memory.

A horrific nightmare
Dead to all
Broken to pieces
She's fragile and ready to fall.

Eyes dripping with sadness
Her heart growing colder than ice
Out the window and into the night
Swearing the last tears were cried.

A horrific nightmare
Dead to all
Broken to pieces
She's fragile and ready to fall.

Losing control of all emotions
Sanity slipping from her fingers
Wanting memories of him to leave
Wishing the pain would wash away.

A horrific nightmare
Dead to all
Broken to pieces
She's fragile and ready to fall.

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The Mighty Waves

The aching need to be near
The enduring pain no one could bear
Trying to control the mounting fear
As disaster strucked unaware.

Felt so alone, with no one there
Seeing the love ones drifted apart
But they could only see,
As they became the ocean's heart.

Who could express the lost they had?
Who could feel the heart hurting so bad?
Crying over a lost son who is just a little lad
They could do anything but bring him back.

Country shattered and torn
People left homeless
Mighty wave come and gone
Strong but merciless...

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holokauston Page 2 of 2

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

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

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

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

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

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Angry me

 I look in your eyes, the colors are changing your not the same person I met in the 
beginning of the season. Why all this jealousy I am only trying to love you and now you 
look at me like an enemy would a foe. Excuse me for thinking this but now your getting an 
attitude. I see the roll of the eyes and the whispers behind my back. It doesn't hurt me 
you know because I could really care less it just angers me that you are still 
pretending. Don't smile if your really mad. Because I am seriously getting annoyed with 
all this deceit. It's obvious that you don't want me around, constantly giving me the 
cold shoulder. Don't you know i'm better off I have people all over the world I don't 
need you. So if this is an attempt to drop me like a egg out of a window please warn me 
before I crack because then it will get brutal. I am mostly a nice quiet girl but that's 
only when i'm relaxed. You don't want to see the demons within me, take advantage for as 
long as you can but you know that as long as your picking i'm steaming. I am boiling 
slowly like water on the stove. Touch me after a while and boy I will get cold. Don't you 
think it's funny, don't you think it's sad. I'm shuffling my feet lonely but true fully I 
am not alone. I just wondering why i'm here... It used to be so much fun. You loved me 
then you loved me way back when. I guess everyone backs out when they find out the real 
me. Anger me go ahead, trouble me, but I've dealt with this before. It's nothing new, 
It's the same old same old and no matter what you do this time I won't fold. So i'm 
angry, just look beneath my brown eyes. Behind that softness lies a hard shell that's 
taken many blows.

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Believe in me

I saw your tears,
I knew something was wrong,
I knew with my mother,
My son didn't belong.
I saw the pain that you held 
deep inside.
I never wanted to leave you,
or ever have to say goodbye.
I chose for you to sleep safe in a bed,
instead of our car,
making sure you were fed,
was most important by far.
I wish I could take all the tears and
sadness away,
to correct all the wrongs and the mistakes that I made.
All you wanted was my approval, my affection and my love,
Yes, I know saying the words, just wasn't enough.
If I could go back in time          
I would have put up a bigger fight 
I would change it all today, 
to make your life a little more kind.
I would be to you all, what a mother should be,
I love you with all of my heart,
I just wish you could see,
All I ever wanted was for my children to believe in me.

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Santa's Letter

Last night as I was setting up the tree,
Our six year old son came up to me.
He said, "Mommy, I need a stamp because,
I want to mail this letter to Santa Claus."

Only six years old and just learning to spell.
He tried his best, it came out quite well.
He asked for a car, a train and a bike,
And all of the things that little boys like.

Then he signed his name, with a little PS,
That brought a tear to my eye and a pain to my chest.
As I stood there reading that crayon letter,
I fought back my tears, for I knew better,
Than to show him the impact of the words that he wrote,
As he ended his letter with this little note,

"Santa, I know money is short this year,
So all I really want is my Daddy to be here."

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~Unforgiving Soul~

Life can be beautiful and long. Or life could be short and depressing. Some people 
act happy when they are sad. Their anger will grow and only get mad.  Fear to live 
can be so strong. Some people will cut life short before they're time. They feel 
the only way out is suicide. For death is a gift that God gave us. But love is a 
choice that some don't follow. The hatred rejection breathes can turn you hallow. 
Your eyes tell the truth of an unforgiving soul. The darkness you seek is out of 
control. One day at a time it consumes you. Then at last your finally threw. You 
are bitter and heartless, angered, and cold. Sooner or later your evil will unfold. 
You have gone into hiding and left the light. Any chance you get you try to fight. 
The pain you buried so many years ago. The scars and fears of an unforgiving soul. 
Your day will come and you will forgive. The child you saved was abandoned and 
hide. Your life is peaceful and calm. Your little baby will grow up happy and 
strong. You saved a life and got yours back. You had so much pain and rage filled 
attacks. You can sleep without the dreams of a viscous man. Everything is Better 
now you can finally think. You stop and wonder why he took that last drink? Why he 
abused your young body? Where he was when he hid? Why he did the things he did? 

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He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know

Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.

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When A Son Loses His Father

Now that he's without him
what is he working for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With working came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes
and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he'd call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He's vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says "I love you" to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, "Dad, nice to hear from you tonight"
or picking up the phone to say,
"hi dad, did you just hear",
are calls he wished he'd made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, "I love you Dad", 
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love's so strong, it bleeds
"Dad, in case you didn't know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay".

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Beyond Belief

Looking for love landed me in trouble
Life as I knew would soon burst like a bubble.

I was already 5 months along before my mother found out.
"It's too late for an abortion", she said with a shout.

Being just seventeen, I understood she was upset.
I didn't plan on this happening but I had no regret.

I thought she'll change her mind once the baby was born.
I see now I should have took her first reaction as a forewarn.

After a very long, hard labor my precious son entered the world.
The strongest love of all, a blessing...... my mind whirled.

My mother came to see us and uttered words from hell.
The worst being: "Look at the misery you have there now!" heart fell.

I was shocked, hurt and emotions were running wild.
I would protect my son and therefore would not let her touch my child.

I would spend the days and some nights at my boyfriends house, just to stay away.
After weeks of going back and forth my mother-in-law took pity and decided to let me 

I was gone for three days when my mother called me with another verbal slaughter. 
She stated: "I no longer have a grandson and you are no longer my daughter.

Those words were unexpected, I was so numbed, that all I could whisper was "OK".
A mother is supposed to love unconditionally, how unthinkable that it could turn out 
this way.

For Carol Brown's 'Let Down' contest.

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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

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Pink Pink Pink

         "Pink  Pink  Pink"

Cathy and I were fair feathered friends
two femme fatales with similar blends
lying on white beach, absorbing Sun rays
as our kids built sand castles on warm Summer days.

every evening we strolled on the Boardwalk for fun
her cutsy twin daughters; my rammy five sons
as soft breezes laced sundresses of pink
we sipped on refreshing snow cones icy drinks.

after the children were snuggled in their beds
with visions of dreams dancing in little heads
Cathy and I sat 'neath moonlight on wooden deck
suddenly she was sobbing as tears streamed down her neck.

quickly to comfort her emotions so strong
I instantly inquired, "what happened?  what's wrong?
she received her report from yearly breast exam
diagnosis stated bluntly from recent mammogram.

this petite little lady was so frightened inside
a worried single Mother for her daughters, if she died,
so we laced up our sneakers and walked for the cure
she began her kemo and for three years endured.

Cathy constantly smiled and would not be defeated
her race for life would soon be completed
remission occured and all took a deep breath
a shining example for a quality quest.

then one cold Winter morning she felt intense pain
her heart beating fast, she collapsed in vain
she was so brave when the news was so bleak
in the hospital room we all started to weep.

though the cancer returned Cathy was in peace
her first grandson was due to be born Christmas week
she never relinquished her positive vibes
with great inner strength she vowed to stay alive.

to hold her new bundle of joy in her arms
her last wish was granted for her bracelet of charms
Cathy closed her eyes one snowy Christmas Eve
baby Dante born early for she so believed.

each Christmas we hang pink ribbons on the tree
and sing her favorite caroles out loud and with glee
her spirit lives on and her courage, we remember
a celebration for Cathy every festive December.

*For P.D.'s Contest.
*A true story of my best friend, Catherine Villari Litton. 

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Chicken Head

       Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
     Why sell your body the way you do?
        you least can get your son some new shoes.
     If you going to sell your body,get what you can get.
         You have kids, you need to get a grip.
          Do you really want your daughter to grow up like you?
         To flag down cars for every man that comes threw!
           Why are you selling your last food stamps?
          To pay a cell phone bill that has laped.
      This is no debate, your son lips is cracked from being dehydarted.
     Why do you make them suffer for the things you do?
      Look into their eyes. thats the hatred for you!
         Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
               Crying to be loved by you,
            You can really fix the things you do!
   Each child is a gift from God, A bright shining star.
                 Look inside your heart,
    and ask your self is this is what you want to be.
          A chicken head that stay in the streets.
      Ask God for help, when you lay down to sleep.
            Pray the lord your soul to keep.
          If you should die before you wake,
       ask him to help take your kids pain away!
             Some one should decapitate you,
       for all the pain you put your kids threw.
      So stop having kids just for someone eles to raise them.
    I guess it's for the best, because you really don't deserve them!
           They cry for help, they beg of you!
     Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you!

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One For Excuses Song on CD

Darling, I didn't aim to let you down, or to leave you lonely,
I also have a frown, baby you're not the only,
I meant to hurry home, and didn't mean to take so long,
I didn't realize time had flown, please forgive me if I wrong,                           

Honey, I'm not one for excuses,
But I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,

I did say I'd be right back, I even called you on the phone,
And my heart didn't cut me any slack, when I heard the busy tone,
Please accept my apology, honey, I haven't lied,
And if you still won't talk to me...well, at least I know I've tried,

And I'm not one for excuses,
But I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,

Darling, I didn't aim to let you down, or to leave you lonely,
I also have a frown, baby you're not the only,
I meant to hurry home, and didn't mean to take so long,
I didn't realize time had flown, please forgive me if I'm wrong,

No, I'm not one for excuses,
but I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,
Yes, my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Women

The Women

(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)

Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.

They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.

You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.

You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.

You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.

Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.

I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.

I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.

I salute you!

(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)

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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.

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My Future Generation

I can act insane
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…

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Witnesses To Sinners

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

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Some people

Not having Power of Attorney, has now kept sleep from me for days Because of my moms so called friend, and all her evil ways She put my mom into an elderly facility without even my consent Moved out of my moms house that she rented, for a measly $300. rent She said my mom gave her the house, while she revised her will one day When I asked my mom this three different times, she always said "no way" Being a friend of my moms for so many years, I didn't think I needed to worry "We're taking good care of her don't worry," was always the same old story Don't worry we're taking good care of her, and everything is going just fine Little did I know she was thinking, "Ha-ha one day this will all be mine" Now she is talking about a restraining order, to keep me from seeing my mom As she destroys my moms life savings, like a ticking little time bomb My mom was staying at her daughters, that's supposed to be some kind of nurse But as the months slowly passed, I noticed her memory was getting worse Her daughter took our wedding picture, off the wall in my mothers room So she wouldn't be able to see me, and that only brought her gloom We then had another made, with a heart that said "To the worlds greatest mom" Again that picture was hidden from her, which made my mother begin to sob When she would cry and say, "Where's my son" that was all just part of there plan Making others think I never came to see her, now that was way out of hand Every time I called, after two rings I would always get the answering machine So a message of love to my mother, is what I would always leave But my calls were never returned, and I could never understand why? They probably told her I never called, just to make her always cry How could someone do that? I guess it's all because of greed? I guess their heartless, loveless souls, just do it because it's a need
Dan Kearley:3-22-12

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A Tear That Is His

                           That same raindrop catches me either in the sun or shade...
                            The clouds look all the same but for a few that won't fade...
                                        The taste of a tear is always on my tongue...
                                                A salty spice from a cry not sung...
                                             I look up to Heaven to see who it is...
                                               My unborn child , a tear that is his...

                                                      written by Michael J Falotico
                                                         Falling Raindrop contest
                                                        sponsored by Carol Brown

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Una Visita con Mama -- A Visit With Mama

We walk the rocky shore
and you lean heavily on me,
Mother, bruising my balky arm --
muttering "Ay, Hijo!";
a few steps and, breathless,
we are both exhausted.
Your once-brown eyes, gone gray,
are like concentric rings
rippling from a random stone
thrown into a polluted pond
in winter: eyes as flat
as the latex paint that
coats a cheerless rented room.
Cataracts circle your lenses;
they have a ruptured look --
purple, jellied -- like the eyes
of a dead fish, which I poke,
perversely fascinated.
It is puffed and rotten.
Your eyes are puffed, too, red-rimmed,
moist with tears that brim over
though you try to blink them back.
That you love me and I you,
and that we wish to extend
our time together, is clear --
as clear as the black water
in the pond, as clear as your
cataract-clouded eyes,
as clear as my conscience
when I drop you at the Home,
cleverly inventing an important
meeting, to which I hastily fly.

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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill

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The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert

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Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?

Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?

Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?

God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"

Details | Ballad | |


The old man and his grandson viewed 
A barren bladeless ground. 
When to his left the young lad's eye 
Saw bleached bones scattered 'round. 
'Twas more than one beast's bones that lay 
There exposed to the sun. 
It seemed more like a battlefield 
Where only death had won. 
The old man saw the young lad wince, 
He reined in close behind. 
As memories of what took place 
Came flooding through his mind. 
A century turned, but not his luck, 
For rains had failed again. 
He slowly watched the dams dry up 
While cattle died in pain. 
A little water still remained 
Though sought by feral stock. 
Some brumbies which came down at dawn 
Still often used the block. 
In good times no one cared that much, 
But not so any more. 
The young lad's dad and this old man 
Both knew what lay in store. 
A high log fence closed off the dam, 
The timber they had sawn. 
Suspended gate it lay in wait 
For piccaninny dawn. 
Then as the last mare ambled through 
Wood gate it dropped like lead. 
A wood rail race seemed their escape, 
But death lurked there instead. Their capital had all dried up, 
No cash for lead and gun. 
To execute the feral stock 
Took knife and old man's son. 
With legs astride the wood rail race 
Son grimaced as he drew 
That blade of death 'cross jug'lar vein, 
Then slapped the victim through. 
Each fleet foot spirit faltered there 
A hundred yards away, 
While blazing eyes showed fear of death, 
Mouths gave a weakened neigh. 
Then one by one their weak frames fell 
Onto the dusty ground. 
The racing hearts of those poor beasts 
Then gave their final pound. 
The slaughter did not save the stock 
For all the dams went dry. 
It fin'ly broke the old man's son, 
He watched the grown man cry. 
All this the old man told the lad, 
The picture was now drawn. 
On why his dad then took his life 
One piccaninny dawn. 

The young lad then took from his head
his father's sweat stained hat
And as he wiped the tears away
He said, Gramps thanks for that."
I'd always had my doubts you see
About the way Dad died,
But now I know the truth at last
I'll wear this hat with pride.

Details | I do not know? | |

Today is Gone

Today I saw my life pass me by
I saw my first steps
My first kiss, he was much cuter when we where little kids
I saw my first day of Kindergarten, Junior and High school, I cant believe I used to 
wear that
I saw me going on my first date
And then going to prom with him 
Then breaking up because he wanted to just be friends,
And how I cried for days
Graduation soon came and how I missed my friends over the years
Then college where I meet my true love, after many misses 
I Gaduated then was soon married the following December
We had twin girls then fell in love and adopted a little boy and soon came another 
I remember seeing them all take there first steps and seeing my two little girls go 
to kindergarten 
But that’s where my life ends,  
Someone took one to many drinks,
“I was only buzzed though.” I heard him say as they walked him passed me,
while I and my youngest son lay under white sheets
I said good-bye to my girls and husband while they where in the operating room
My son Nathan cried when I told he couldn’t stay in Heaven with James, Jesus 
and I
Three lives lost today two without a memory to remember   

Details | Elegy | |


monolith wrapped
with blackish aura
now old lion has
lost it's strength 
wiggles under the
iron gossamer
sometimes yelps
yawns and sighs 
waiting in labyrinth
for macabre end

For P.D'S contest

Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.

Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,

all women.


Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,

all women.


Think of how you treat,


all women.


Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,



all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Details | Ballad | |

I Miss You

I know how lost and lonely
Your  world was for a while
Your eyes so sad and empty
Your face without a smile

Your world so out of focus
Set you walking the wrong street
And always I’d be there
To wipe the tears of each defeat

But never did I give up hope
I always knew we’d win
I knew with me beside you
Once again your soul would sing

For you were still the son I loved
Who’d brought me so much joy
You were still a part of me
You were still my boy

And with your strength and dignity
You washed away the pain
Rebuilding all your hopes and dreams
You learned to smile again

And with that smile upon your face
And new found peace of mind
With fun and laughter in your heart
You left this world behind

I feel an endless ache inside
I feel so incomplete
For losing you it means
I've lost the biggest part of me

Forever I will miss the laughs
Our talks, your smiling face
Forever I will miss the son
I never can replace

It’s hard to let you go
Because we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven
High above the sky

But sometimes when I'm all alone
And feel all hope is gone
I seem to hear you whisper
"Mum just smile, and carry on"

By Raina Hutchins

Details | Verse | |

Through A Prison Glass

You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.

You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. 
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. 

I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.

You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.

The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. 
I've lost you for good this time, 
so i think i have to do one more crime. 

Details | Rhyme | |

Dwayne Anthony Woods 1973-1996

so much pain
Lord why did you have to take Dwayne

I dont mean to question your judgement
but I just miss my cousin

in hindsight I can see that we was living wrong
but I dont think the cure was two bullets in his lungs

at the funeral while they quote proverbs and Psalms
I'm holding on his moms arm trying to keep her calm

she crying my sons another homocide victim
if that bullet would have knicked him it would have gotten our attention

Details | I do not know? | |

I Walk Alone

I walk alone along the street
Faces blur, I just see feet
As I push my way out through the crowd
I’m not here, I’m falling down 
Breathing out, breathing in
Dark and black through my head spin.

I walk alone full of despair
Some people turn, some people stare
No-one can help me, some have tried
To ease the pain the tears inside
The tightness grips my heart, the pain
Will never leave, my life’s in vain.

I walk alone my love has died
A cruel and twisted turn in life
My lips are numb, my feet are lead
Please someone help me clear my head
Despair and rage I stumble down
Some helps me off the on the ground.

I walk alone this busy street
Some heads turn, some others greet
My mouth is dry I cannot speak
The dreadful words I must repeat
He’s dead, he’s died my child has gone
War has taken my brave son.

I walk alone, freedom is won
In this land where I belong
But others do not have the choice
Freewill to act or sound their voice
We tried to help, protect, survive
But is their hope worth all our lives?

Details | Imagism | |

Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.

The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.

Details | I do not know? | |

I Pray You're in Heaven

I never really told you how much I love you In fact, I waited way too long Time was an enemy; you were up there in years And naturally, you had to move on When I was a child, I thought you a monster I often times wished you away When voices got loud and that darkness set in In that moment, I’d cry and I’d pray I prayed you to Hell; didn’t know better Hoped God was listening that day But, I had grown up and witnessed your change Which prompted me too late to say I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know this as true Hell is the place Where I would remain If angels had you under wing I’d suffer the fires Being happy there, too To know that God let you in I’m sorry I waited and now with regrets I hope you can hear me this day May you be looking and down from the clouds From up there in Heaven, I pray Your sin was your struggle, the bottle had won And I, I just couldn’t see That despite all the yelling and fear that I had You were still the best mother to me I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know I love you

Details | Rubaiyat | |

A Crude Visit

A Crude Visit

Standing out front with shopping cart
Disrespecting mother not smart
Telling her that she is now dead
Words piercing deep breaking her heart

To him I’m just a “seed donor”
Yet he’s acting like a stoner
Throwing out abuse from his mouth
I’m feeling now like a mourner

Oh my heart’s been broken in two
Now what am I supposed to do
It’s so hard to explain this pain
I know the Lord will pull me through

Tougher skin needed on this bone
Although at times I feel alone
Trick of the enemy I know
I do know all hope is not gone

 I pray for strength along the way
That He would guide me day by day
Trying so hard to understand
Right now all I can do is pray

Details | Free verse | |

why daddy

dad you were my hero!
the one i wanted to be just like.
everything i did was to make you proud...
you walked out on us...
i know i wasnt a perfect child...
i just wanted to feel love from you

mom always told me that you would be there for me
you were until i disappointed you...
i thought parents were supposed love their children no matter what...
you didnt do that
 you always put me down 
told me i was such a shame to the family

now that i have grown up
i relieze life is better with out you in it...
and i no longer wanna be just like you
i could never walk out on my kid
you sicken me...
how could you give up the child that you gave your name to...
i understand you have other kids
but to just give up and not have anything to do with one of them
and to not let that kid know his siblings....
i could never do that 
no matter how much my kid disappointed me...

i found my hero...
he stepped up even tho he didnt have to...
he treated me like his own...
he was there when i needed a daddy and you werent there...
he was there at my worst....
and he is there at my best...
he will be my best man when i get married...
my kids will know him as grandpa...
they will never know you 
cause i cant risk you hurting my kids
the way you hurt me...

the thing that gets me the most is....
how you made it look so easy
did you even think about the lil boy
who carries your name and...
has your blood running in his veins

i dont think you did...
and if you did you are
a heartless piece of crap

even after all you have done to me...
physical, emotional, and mental abuse...
i forgive you...
not for you but for me so i can move on with me life

Details | Rondeau | |

On a Park Bench

On a park bench, the codger waits
left to ponder why he must hate
this man he loves whose gone astray
in the park, his young son once played
vacillating, he deflates

His gay son, he thought in dire straits
heavily, his worrying weights
from balderdash of youth today
On a park bench

The codger once loved to elate
or tell a joke of his create
but now the amusing displays
usurped by his deploring ways
fear not hate left to devastate 
On a park bench   

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Seventh place in For Love of Language contest (Debbie Guzzi)

Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!

Details | Rhyme | |

Does Family Really Matter Anymore

A family had a wedding...  The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,.. 
Was already decided!

When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.

The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness? 
 They didn’t receive it!

How many times are loved ones not
 invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”

Someone does something, 
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!

No wonder why many families 
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!

As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded 
and broken heart!

Christ gave us his best!  
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…  
He wants to show us!

If we can’t treat one another
 as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….  
We’ll never understand!

By Jim Pemberton

Details | Kyrielle | |

Why Cause This

Why Cause This
(Kyrielle Sonnet)

After I’ve raised you so many years
Your words have brought nothing but tears
The pain inside is felt so deep
Why do you cause my heart to weep

Battling a stronghold I see
This here burden just should not be
I’ve laid many nights counting sheep
Why do you cause my heart to weep

Disrespecting your parents now
Oh this the Lord will not allow
Prayers for you will no longer seep
Why do you cause my heart to weep

After I’ve raised you so many years
Why do you cause my heart to weep

Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Son

Dear Son,
   I haven't got to meet you,but from this picture I can see.
Just how wonderful you could be, and golly you look just like me.
I want to hold you, hug, and kiss you. I can't wait to see the day.
I may only have one picture, but I can't put the thing away!
I've been showing you to everyone, weather they want to look or not.
Even to strangers on the bus to school. I'm just so proud of what I got.
I pray to God your mother gives me a chance to be a good father to my boy.
Just to hold your picture, close to my face, sends me to a whole new world of joy.
I want to meet you! I love you! I just pray someday you'll see...
That I'm sorry things couldn't work out with your mother and I. You already mean the world 
to me.

Details | Lyric | |



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.

Details | Free verse | |

Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

I Signed My Rights Over

I know  it’s the RIGHT THING to do,
When I look into  MY BABY’S big brown eyes.

I’m giving HIM up, handing him over,
Telling them, I’M an  INCAPABLE mother.

I thought I could be his MOMMY AGAIN,
But his WHIMPER proves me wrong.

I’m giving him up, handing him OVER,
Telling THEM, I’m an incapable MOTHER!

And today I’m signing my RIGHTS OVER.
I had a SECOND CHANCE, but I gave my baby back,
I DECIDED he was the one that DESERVED a second chance!   

So, I gave him up, HANDED him over,
And TOLD them I was an incapable mother.  

This is not about me. It came to me so I wrote it.

Details | Rhyme | |

Lost Son

I awaited patiently for months just to hold you in my arms,
You awoke the real man within as your birth was it's alarm.
You stared as I stared back even though you could barely see,
But I saw right then what a blessing you were going to turn out to be.

I was forced out your life but that didn't stop my thoughts of you,
I lived everyday wondering if you could ever miss me too.
You're too young to keep the memories and the evidence is quite clear,
One years old I finally catch you and that cold stare was hard to bare.

Everyone says I'm trippen cause you're not really mine but my response was who else was there?
There for you, and your mom is something a real man did with care.
What I wanted you to know is that you revived a part of me not many people knew,
But that part stayed with you and I pray that very essence is something that carries with you.

One day you'll have your own life and there's something important you must keep with you,
No matter who it is don't let no one make you doubt yourself, be true to you and remember
that you are beautiful.
I named you...I claimed you...I was willing to do what another man couldn't,
You were my are my son...I felt a love that I thought I shouldn't.

You will never go wrong if you keep your influence under God.
Amari---miracle from God.

Details | Verse | |


He wraps it around her arm
In need for some repairs
Tighter and tighter
She likes it , like this
Old woman ,a little sick
Needing her medication

(yells the little boy)

Silence, child
Mummy is broken down
(in her silent voice)

Give me some ice
Stand by my side
And open your eyes
(in a roar)

Walk by my side
Cure my poison
(in her yowl voice)

As , she descends from this world
Drops to the floor
(bang , boom)
(bang , boom)

Poor little soul
Little boy so scared
Heart so sorrowful
As , he speaks

Mummy , mummy
Wake , wake
Mummy , mummy
Give me back my ice
Give me back my happy dust

No more
Tighter and tighter 
Why like this
Without a chance to reminisce
Reminisce my thoughts threw your sickness

Mummy come and listen,  to my screams
For this ice has me, so confuse on life
Confuse about you
This sickness, I see in your eyes everyday
As, I watch you fall on our kitchen floor
Mummy wake
Wake mummy, wake
For I love you , I do

Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.

Details | Rhyme | |

Heart Of A Child

Next door to me, a neighbor In the twilight of his life Is living now with heartache Since the passing of his wife Through years spent together Their bond of love was strong More then a couple, they were one Shared devotion was lifelong Now I see him sitting there Rocking on his porch Lost without her presence Still carrying his torch Today I saw my six year old Walk across his lawn Then he climbed up on his lap To the old man he was drawn They sat together quite a while And never spoke a word He held my son in silence All conversation was deferred When at last my son returned I had to ask him why He said “He's very sad Mom” “I just helped him cry”
I heard this story some time ago and could not forget it. I knew that at some point I would have to put it to rhyme.

Details | Free verse | |

Set You Free

Set you free I'm on the outside looking in i hear your words, as they're sinking in my head's filled up with your promises but what remains is so much less I'm on the inside looking out i see the signs as they're singled out redflags pop up and the end is near i might be blond, but not dumb my dear SO if you wanna go out and see pretend we're not exclusively I give you my blessing darlin for you no longer are with me I set you free, i let you be I set you free I'm on the edge of no return u take my hand but i feel it burn it's like the devil's keeping score while angels speak & I cant ignore Intuition is something I've learned to trust upon as to not get burned Surgesting hell, I know it's sad the devil's own is someone i had So if you wanna go out and play seduce and excuse your ways into the world of rock n roll where lust rules, love's on hold I'll set you free, i let you be I see you free Oh if you wanna go out and see pretend we're not exclusively I give you my blessing baby for you no longer are with me I set you free, i let you be I set you free, I set you free I set you FREE!

Details | I do not know? | |

The Pain in My Heart

The pain in my heart is the same as the pain
Of a father whose son will look not at his face. 
The fact that my sufferings all were in vain
Is a thousand times more than the pain I then faced.

What, for the love of His son will a father do 
More than to lay himself at your feet, dead?
Is there a love of more kindness today than 
The love that forgave all His murderous fiends?

Why, my dear son, will your eyes open not?
When did thy heart ever alter to stone?
When did my soul filled with love for thy sake
In a thousand years ever leave you in lone?

Answer me, son, let my ears hear your lies,
Face me, my dear, with your pile of deceit,
Puncture my heart yet again, if you wish,
With the sword of a hatred I long to delete.

The piercing of nails and the beating of whips, 
Shall never come close to the pain I now feel
The pain in my heart is much more than the pain
Of a father whose son has forgotten of him.

Details | Dizain | |

Dear Abby


I’d never considered killing myself,
Until I backed over my little boy.
I know I should think about mental help;
I break down when I see his untouched toys,
His baby pictures, note the absent noise.
Only three, he had hardly lived at all.
His life cut short, like a sudden dropped call.
Resentment’s an anvil in my wife’s eyes -
“Why weren’t you careful? It’s all your fault!”
The guilt’s SO Heavy…should I end my life?


Received 3rd place in "diazin" contest
Received 8th place in "Dilemna" contest

Details | I do not know? | |

I want to come home

When can I come home my baby ask me
When mom can I be free
Your mistakes have got you here
Just hold on for a few weeks dear
I know it hard to be away
But you will come home someday
When mommy I want to come back with you
I know son I want you to come with me too
But it is not up to me it is up to you
You have to stay here till your treatment is threw
I will be with you all the way I will write and visit as often as i can
You have to be strong be mommy's little man
God will watch out for you when I can not
But even if I am not there your not forgot
So just hold on son it will be alright
You will be home soon so I can hug you thight

 For my son who is away at a boot camp for boys right now because of his actions at school 
he is bipolar and has add sometimes it is hard to watch what our children have to go threw 
and know there is nothing you can do to help except for pray. and hope that time and love 
will help. thanks to all my friends on the soup for giving me a place to vent my feelings some 
it means alot to write and know it is heard. Thanks to all Nita

Details | Ballad | |

Blue Without You On CD

Girl, what am I gonna do about you?
My heart is breaking in two...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Babe, my dreams have all turned blue without you...
I can't sleep the whole night through...without you..
I toss and turn all night...trying to make a wrong go right...
now what am I gonna do about you..?

Girl, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
Now my life is half of two...without you...
You're the apple of my broken hearts reason why...
now what am I gonna do without you?

Babe, my whole world has lost its view...without you..
now what am I gonna do about you?
I can't even start anew....I just keep on missing you...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Girl, I can't sleep the whole night through...without you...
my dreams have all turned blue...without you....
my life has turned into...a world so
now what am I gonna do about you?

Babe, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
my life has turned so blue...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?
now what am I gonna do without you..
now what am I gonna do without you..?

Details | Lyric | |


A boy dressed in black
walking down to the graveyard
He held tightly to his Ouija board
Throwing it down on the mans grave
Thomas A. Fisher.
He set up candles around the mans gravestone
He chanted words from the underworld.
The lights blew out immediately
The branches on the trees fluttering in the heavy wind
Between the trees stood a tall black figure
Flashes in the boys mind A man in an electric chair
His skin bubbling, his eyes popping from his head
Bursting against the fabric around his head
No flesh left on his bones
They threw his body into a wooden coffin
Throwing it in the water, they sunk him to the bottom
A huge rock sat on top
The boy shook his head, out of the allusion
The figure was gone He quickly got up
running back to the exit 
Something tightly gripped his jacket
Pulling him back unto the ground
A loud shout of a scream, he got up seeing a woman
Near the edge of the pond, only one name she screamed
THOMAS!! Her scream was horrid, the boy watched
As the woman pulled out a rope from her jacket
Tightly wrapping it around the tree
She hung herself before the boy
He held out his hand- NO! w.. WAIT
He shouted out at her, only to see she vanished 
With every step he took she slowly faded.
He stopped before the rope twirling in the wind
Looking down at the water, it bubbled
Like someone boiling water on the stove
A huge rock floated up, along with the top of a wooden coffin
He stood back, knowing what the allusion was earlier
A crack of branches coming from behind him
Turning slowly he seen the huge disembodied figure
Reaching out, he gripped the boy by his throat
Throwing him into the boiling river
Oh how he screamed, the man stood and watched
The boys skin bursting from his bones, his head was no longer
Seen or attached to his body.
Three crows sat upon the tree branch
making their sounds but even louder than usual
The rope swung back and forth
the rock sunk and covered the coffin
What the boy didn't know is that when he 
Played with the Ouija board he unleashed the man from his tomb
The black disembodied figure now roams freely around the graveyard
The boys body remains in the wooden coffin
Under a huge rock in the river.
In the screams of the wind
You can hear the man say
"I thank god for the suffering"

For centuries the world has been confused 
between the lights of heaven and the flames of hell
Who knew a simple angel would go that far
just to get what he wanted

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The Death of Laci Rocha-Peterson

It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.

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Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.

I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.

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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

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Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?

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The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Death and violence amidst your comrades 
Will bring about your destruction 
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior

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So many days,
  I was shown the same picture;
       Law abiding, Handsome,
          My reaper...

So many night's,
  Wondering, in the dark
  about what difference am I?
   Brought into this world,
     no perserverience in your love,
  passionate moment;
    In the blink of an eye...

One potatoe, two potatoe, three potatoe,
Left behind, Abandoned, Unwanted;
     As you made your way to the door...

Your only Son,
   Given your name, Shared nothing,
         left; with only shame..
                   Is to Blame;
Denied the right, yet shared your name;
        Denied the chance,
  To ever be the same...

            Your only son,
  you gave me your name;
  As if, someday:
   You might return,
        to simply reclaim...

    Your only son;
Is it me you blame?
   I gave in, to no right's;
I gave up, 
  most of your name;
your only son;
  Your Shame...

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My First Son

You just came into this world cold and bleak of your father/ 
But you made my life mean even more ever since your sister my baby daughter/ 
You make life upon soul as a man out in the desert that needs water/ 
I'm a full-time daddy now so there is no room for my mistekes to let me faulter/
I know I ain't the best daddy in the world son but I will do my best 
I know alcohol can bring me down but son you just being born makes me want out this mess/
 I want something better for you than me when you are ready to leave daddy's little nest/
 I sometimes just sit here and watch your sweet little stomach go up and down with every breath/
You are so innocent and I am so guilty of being a sinner/ 
I'm working on being a saint but how can I when all I do is let alchol be my only winner/
 My addiction gets thicker as my liver and kidney's continue to get thinner/ 
I just want to be able to support you son with clothing, a home and an every night dinner/
I love you son, I really do/ 
So I must help myself past these self-made lies and do what is right and true/ 
I'm still an alcoholic and addict in a crazy rez life game where I always seem to lose/
 But with your birth I can start anew/ 
I got big time father responsibilities now to where it will forever affect the choices that I choose/
You my first and only son/ 
As of now your my only one/ 
I look forward to our times of hardship and the times when we have fun/ 
I was at a slow walking pace but because of your birth it got my mind on the run/
 In LOVE you NOW and FOREVER because your My First Son. 

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My Birthday Wish

I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all 
the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower. 
Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become 
A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud, 
acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my 
words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the 
presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor, 
and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn 
off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I 
drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A 
light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good 
night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the 
sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was 
A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle 
and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my 
mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I 
just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away 
from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can 
afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but 
please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being 
raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day 
even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the 
flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish"
We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor. 
People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too. 
Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have.
- Wiko Te Maru

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Back to where it all began,
When I was sure, there was a plan,
As if I have been born again,
The joy of birth, the thrill, the pain

Standing still, stripped and bare,
Don’t leave me here, you can’t, you care.

Why has the age of time not healed?
The aching whole remains unfilled.
Be strong enough to see this through,
To be myself with him, not you.

Standing still, stripped and bare,
Don’t leave me here, you can’t, you care.

The flight of youth has brought me here,
My travelling companions? Love and fear,
Stop now girl, just look around,
Look at all the love you’ve found.

Moving on, still stripped, still bare,
You’ll leave me here, you can, you care.

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For those not familiar with Banjo Paterson's poem LOST you may like to read it first to 
understand the sequel below.  You can find it at

He stood by the pepper tree down by the stream  
and his eyes were cast down at the mound, 
the hurt in his heart, which he’d carried for years,  
now displaced by the peace he had found. 
The promise he'd made to himself years ago 
he'd fulfilled as he'd promised he would 
and the daughter and grandson he'd lost years ago 
lay together as he'd deemed they should. 
He’d known that the filly was vicious, strong willed, 
but the lad was so wilful and game. 
He’d only gone down to the two mile that day, 
still he failed to return all the same. 
His mother searched tirelessly all through the night 
and for days rode the ranges in hope. 
But sadly she pined and she faded and cried,  
till her small frame could no longer cope. 
He lay her to rest ‘neath the pepper trees’ shade 
and he vowed to his God and to her, 
he’d search for the bonnie, young, winsome lad’s bones 
till the ranges declared where they were. 
He too was determined to track down the mare,  
that now ran with the ranks of the free,           
but pledged in his heart he would have recompense                
for the bones ‘neath the ironbark tree.  
Year in and year out the old man rode the range 
and he searched every gully and ridge. 
Astride his old grey with his packhorse in tow, 
he forged on with his bold pilgrimage. 
At times he would sight the wild mob and the mare, 
but they sensed the man’s presence and fled. 
Though filled with a will to win out in his quest, 
the old man set his course straight ahead. 


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In Your Love

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

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

~ Leonard Napierskie

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Hunting the zero man

A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.

A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.

I killed again giving birth to nothing.

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facing the first time
her wheel-chaired son on the move
saddest vale of tears

driving his wheelchair
his face splashes happiness
enjoying his ride

watching two people
having their own point of view
I can relate to

we meet now and then
all those years I saw his smile
ten inspiring years 

an impressive guy
cleaning his second wheelchair
for tomorrows ride 

Note: 11.30.2012: message from his wife: "I did not expect my husband to be "on the internet' in such a unusual and also very special way. You have touched me very  deeply with your poignant poem.  Thank you so very much."

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To you A whole

I can’t say it yet, but I will
When I can effect you and instill 

My mind and emotions you destroy
Like a soul you own. Like a toy

One day I will defeat you!
Punch, kick, and beat you

The bruises and cuts sting right now
I want to get you away, but how?

All I hear from you is pain and torment
It is a waiting game for the one single moment

Learning hate and dismissal with indifferent tones
While I sit in a bed weak and alone

Brings me to my resolve and what I must do
Get ride of the demon and ass whole in you

My days of suffering come to an end
When I make that phone call and bring you in

Relief in the eyes of my mom and brothers a real
We made it through this whole ordeal

Most of all I except the role you failed and didn’t deserve
Bread winner in a house that can finally be heard!

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December the 8th

I used to have an eerie feeling
Of a certain date

Never knowing
Why I felt that way

I had even said
There was something
About it
But I could never
Wrap my head around it.

Such a curious thing to wonder
Why a date in your head
Would be stuck on
For you to ponder

But I realized
I'd come to hate 
That date
Later in my life
When you met your fate
You were taken from me
On December
The 8th
Is it a coincidence
Or a prediction
Of fate?

Oh how...
How much I hate
The date
Of December... 
The 8th.

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Rockstar Ronan's eyes

Rockstar Ronan's eyes were as blue as the Caribbean.
They showed strength, and love.
And they made you feel a sense of ease.
As if letting you know things are okay.
So shocking how easy it is to see so much misery in a child's eyes.
But he wasn't one of them.
He had the courage to fight a waged war from cancer on him.
With no fear, he was ready.
He fought his best, but unfortunately lost in his mother's arms 3 days before his 4th birthday. 
But his eyes would have never have let you suspect he was ill.
They were playful, timid, sweet.
A gentle touch to warm a cold heart.
Nothing had ever made me feel as if the world didn't consist of any evil at all.
Looking into those eyes made me feel safe.
Made me want to make a difference.
I wish my eyes could hold the strength like his.

Rockstar Ronan is a real child that did pass last year.
You can find his mother's blog called 'Rockstar Ronan' or look up 'Rockstar Ronan' and he will pop up. You really should see those eyes. Also, Taylor Swift just wrote a song about him. Called 'Ronan' check it out. It will bring tears to your eyes.

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To deal with the pain

To deal with the pain
I?ve retrained my mind 
Every time I have a memory of you
Every time I have a dream about you at night

I will visualize a red button that says delete
Just like when you press play and record at the same time
I will erase your memory from my mind
From every kiss to every hug to every I love you

I will take a demagnetizer and erase any patterns of emotion,
Compassion or desire that transpired
Like a tape that holds our song
It will be erased and forgotten

Your image will be burnt and carried away 
Like the ashes into the wind
You will be a stranger on the street
That I do not recognize

No connection, no emotion, no hello, no goodbye
No gesture, no smile
You name will have no meaning
And your eyes will have no sparkle

Everything that I have known about you 
Will simply have died
Like a grave without a name or date
There will be nothing left to remind me that I once loved you

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The Train Ride Ended But Love Never Stops

"I've never rode a train Mom." 
he said with eyes lit up.
So, we bought two round-trip tickets
 to my mother's house.
(She lives a short walk away from the train station.)
Our trip would only be forty minutes 
but that would be long enough to say
"We've rode a train!"

The day of our trip 
was the day after
his eleventh birthday.
I'm pretty touched
 that he would choose
to spend the day with me 
instead of his friends.
Our train arrived at seven A.M. 
and we didn't leave until nine P.M.
This gave us plenty of time
just him and I.

I thought everything went great.
We played games like "Catchphrase" 
for about 5 hours 
and laughed and laughed!
No talk of "my childhood" came up.
He and I took a couple walks together
spending hours in antique shops
until he found the perfect
antique "survival knife" to buy
with his birthday money.
We stopped into the ice-cream parlor
and had the biggest ice-cream cones known to man!

When it was time to leave
we walked to the little restaurant 
for dinner first.
We shared our meals 
and talked about our day.
I saw a young man 
sitting across from me,
looking at me through the eyes 
of my baby boy.

After our meal
we walked back to the train station.
Our train was late but
we didn't mind
that just meant more time to talk.
When I saw his eyes fill with tears
I had no idea what was wrong.
I was chilled to hear what he said.

"Mom, I just feel so bad for you.
I can see how sad you are
when you talk with your mom.
I just wish you didn't have 
the childhood you had.
That's why I took so many trips
to the bathroom today...I just couldn't
look at you sitting there with her.
I knew how you were feeling,
I could see it in your eyes."

It took some convincing 
to make him see
that I don't focus on 
what my mom and I don't have.
My focus that day was on 
what he and I 
do have
and that is priceless!
I wouldn't trade that kid 
for anything in this world
and I'll never forget
how we spent his eleventh birthday.

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Pain As A Catalyst For Faith

I never sought your money, never sought your gold
all I ever asked, was for the truth to be told
while time has passed, my hope has faded
G-d only knows, how long I had waited

Memories I have as a little boy, once happy just to play with my toy
but as I grew up my mind did ponder, if truth really existed over yonder
reaching adulthood I saw for myself, the lies which my soul had been fed
only by the grace of G-d was I prevented, my steps to purgatory from being led

Now I am older, being blessed with a family of my own 
left with so many questions, and still very very much alone
perhaps if only I could make sense, to understand who you really are
a chance to at least to be able, with hope to remove this scar 

And you my forebearer, although you brought me into being
you gave me my strength, but my faith gave me my seeing 
but now your are old, and you can no longer pretend
despite our relationship, gone is the ability for me to mend

Those missed opportunities, now my mother is no longer 
only after her death, did I realize she made me stronger
my internal tears how inconsolable, when this truth set in
oh how much I failed to honor her while alive, this my sin

"Honor thy father and thy mother", have we been commanded
for no other reason or purpose, other than He has demanded
no matter how much grief or anger, you feel from you they deserve
avoid bringing punishment upon your soul, your anger do not preserve

Lessons of a lifetime, skeletons in the closet we all do hide
varying durations of time we have been pained, in whom to confide
there can be no escape, for our actions will we be judged
how difficult to overcome our ego, to this we can't be budged

While we cannot go back, stopping those hands from turning time
but we can seek to redirect ourselves, focusing toward the sublime
charity starts at home, therefore it's for our own ultimate good
eternal bliss really does await us, if we but only understood

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I've Got Pain Inside, But No One Cares

When you smile at me i laugh at you
When you laugh at me i smile back
I try and hide the pain and agony I feel
So i left this earth and went to Mars
to live closer to the lovely stars;
you might not think it's true

You say you know me 
you act like you know me
you even talk like you do,
but that's not true

You talk about me like you know me from deep inside
you have even tried to have that denied
but sooner or later i'm gonna die
and no one will care

To you and them it doesn't matter anymore
'Cause I'll be under the soiled floor
I'll be forgotten;

never spoke of
I'll be hurt and killed because of love
no one will miss me 
i'll die with no one's sympathy
they won't even ask what happened to me

Livin' alone i think i hate myself
It's like i'm on the top of a never-ending bookshelf
feelin' as if i'm gonna fall any second now
I'm gonna die and won't remember how

I'm sayin' to the world "good-bye"
now i'm gonna ask you this:

Can ya hear my shouts and cries 
can ya see the tears in my eyes 
can ya hear, can ya see, can you feel me?

baby, me
take the pain away
so i'll never deal with it for
another day

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Lord, Why Did You Take Him? (Monody)

He always praised and loved the mountain folklore, 
Sang songs in sparkling summer or in cold winter. 
Ahh, but now the legend shall sing songs no more, 
Nor will this li’l warbler listen to his banter.

I have known him so well, too sweet for my name, 
When he gently held these tiny hands to play.
Him, Oh I could not forget nor put to shame,
But the selfish touch of fate took him away.

I have lost him, my daddy, to the giant tree;
His echo swiftly fading in the cloudless noon sky.
If the sacred rocks would just give him back to me,
So I might, again, hear him sing ere to sleep I lie.  

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The Addiction Of Pornography

The Addiction Of Pornogtaphy...

A Christian brother had a confession.
Pornography in his life was an addiction .
I couldn't believe the words 
I began to hear.
As a message of hopelessness from 
his lips began to appear.

I began to see tears running down his cheek.
“I go to counseling once a week.”
This was a “man of God” as many believed.
True joy and fulfillment were no longer achieved.

As the lust in his heart began to burn.
Jesus-his once true love-he longed to return.
In the coming days and weeks ahead.
So many ungodly thoughts entered his head.

He began to lose his family and all he cherished.
His life before him began to perish
Then one night in deep agony, 
to God, he cried out;
“Is this what life is really all about?”

“Dear repentance I come to you.”
“I have sinned against God and my family too.”
He forsook the things he thought gave him pleasure.
And lived according to God's word
—his true treasure.
Run from every evil temptation
& lust of the flesh.
Or your life will end up in a huge mess!

Pornography in your life will destroy and decay.
From it's appearance—you must run away!
Enjoy Godly relationships as
Christ meant them to be.
Walk anew in God's love—Only HE 

By Jim Pemberton

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A Thin Smile

I sat down to write a happy song
But the words won't come
And neither will the tears.

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My Son

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

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

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

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

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

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Young Heart

From my youth,
I knew no goodness 
Teach me His truth
So that I will meet success

I hope I'm making little progress

From my youth,
I knew very little at first
Teach me Your truth 
Or I'll remain in thirst

I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness

I have a nourished heart
But, evilness broke it apart
I had an energetic soul  
But agony took its toll 

And now I pray
To Him who mends us all
To save my young heart
From the fear of losing control...

Do I still have an innocent, 
Young heart? 

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My Dad Left Me My Heavenly Father Found Me

My Dad Left Me... My Father Found Me! I remember dad tucking me into bed each night. I somehow knew "everything was going to be allright." I remember the Bible stories he had read. Each night before I went to bed. I remember the smile dad had on his face. It was like "love all over the place." Then one night. he left. I didn't know why. The many nights I'd lay awake and cry. How could this happen? I was so sad... I became very upset, angry and mad. How could God let this happen to our family? I thought dad loved us and was happy. He never returned... Never did explain... I began to curse even the mention of his name. Then one day, I read the Bible and began to see... How much Jesus really does love me! I asked him to be the father of my life today. I'll never forget the words he had to say; "I'll be with you each step that is taken." I love you so much... You're never forsaken!" Jesus... my heavenly father, has given me love so precious. I have a relationship with him... that's so nutritious! My dad left me. My (heavenly) father found me. And now each day... His love surrounds me! By JIm Pemberton

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Fallen Angel

Stephen Lewis RIP. Murdered 24-01-2009


Fallen angel, free to roam, 
Your soul hath gone to play.   
God took you in his loving arms, 
To heavens gates that day. 

Fallen angel, shining star, 
A brother, son and friend. 
Harshly taken from this world, 
Tho' you're with us to the end. 

Fallen angel spread your wings,   
In our hearts, your love, we keep. 
Your memory will shine on through,   
As we lay you down to sleep.   

Stephen Lewis RIP 

  A victim of the London culture of knife crime.  24-01-2009

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The Illusionist

He stands there
looks you straight
in the eye
And begins to tell
you the truth when
you know it’s a lie

He has become
confident in his own
manipulation tactics
An illusionist using
smoke and mirrors as
a distraction

What he has not come
to realize in his
life of delusion 
Is the audience is
not fooled by his
tricks of illusion

Written by Erin

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home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....

Details | ABC | |

Life without love to give

How bad is a life.
Without love to give?
Well I say to myself,
That's a horrible life to live,
When I wake up every night crying to hear,
That one little voice,
That brings me to tear up,
You were not all mine,
But I hurt 
When you felt one once of pain.
One Night of sickness,
That horrible strain,
You were my morning and night star,
I cry when they say your name,
I die inside when I stand beside
that babies grave,
I think of him always.
Mommy Never forgot you,
Nor will I ever stop loving you
My Son.

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I Had Lost Him in the War

The sun was creeping through the windowpane
I lifted my head to see sparkling dewdrops from the rain
And in the fields, I saw someone slowly walking
He almost looked familiar, yet his face was shocking
As he came ever nearer, 
The realities of the war at hand were never clearer

My son’s right eye was simply no more
And his left eye was shyly cast down to the floor
He embraced me, sobbing, but relieved
To be so courteously and kindly received

The day my son returned was the day my husband died
It was the day when all my family sat there and cried
Sheets of tears from both eye sockets
Were seen on the soldier’s cheeks as he put his hands in his pockets

I told him gently that Dad was proud of him
His expression was grim…

The clouds ever looming over our home
He talks so little; he’ll contemplate and roam
The farm is tended to and the garden does flourish
The fruits and vegetables of our harvest will nourish
But as we are easily healthy and fed,
My son is stricken in panic and dread

He wakes up in the middle of the night
Clutching onto Dad’s photograph for dear life
The horrors he has witnessed I shall never know
And the gardens of his remaining youth shall never grow

Limping in the evening, he cleans his plate without complaint
I miss the days he used to pick on me—calling my main dishes plain
I miss his personality, his wit, his SOUL
I must learn now to rake his remnants across the coal

In the brink of sadness and stillness…

The bomb hits me to the innermost core

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Cry because they are born

Yeah. Another soul gone, taken out of the world
Mothers cry for your boys and girls
Not because they're taken away,, 
But because they're born in a world like today,,
R.I.P G.James,, R.I.P

Details | I do not know? | |

Another Place

A different address, a different place
While we’re still running, they’ve finished the race

They’re resting in peace with God above
But we’re left crying for our undying love

At the moment of conception, you were ours to hold
But nobody knew what the future would hold

Every year comes around, the month of May
We’re left empty- handed on Mother’s Day

No body to love that we can see of feel,
But the fact still remains, the baby was real

Are we less of a woman?  Are we less of a mother?
If out children were here, they would want no other

They’re no less our babies, cause we don’t see their face
They’re just at a different address, in a different place

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Miss you

Gloom resides deep with in;
Heavy as a thousand tons,
thick and black as street tar,
I miss you so much my son.

Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest

Details | Ballad | |

A Travelers Tale

It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom 
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
 You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink

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I wouldn't have loved anyone more than her,
and it is no secret that flowers make a mother smile,
when she takes them from two hands that care;
I honored you, mother with my thoughtfulness and pride...

Neither in early adolescence or late childhood: 
did I see a single trace of profound sadness;
and you gave me all those caresses and kisses 
when I was asleep in my warm and tidy bed...   

Beautiful and adorable mother, I was your only boy,
and in all honesty, you must have loved me a bit more
than the four girls you who were as obedient as I;
and in all fairness, they equally shared that incredible love...

Only your portrait can make that memory relive in your child,
I stare at it and suddenly light comes flashing at me: 
the happiest and most radiant smile God ever created so lovingly,
to make those tender eyes forever live in this smile of mine...

Sweet and gentle mother, be that comforting angel who will embrace me 
when uncertainty and sorrow will make me desperately mourn;
don't dry all these tears, but take them to the merciful Lord:
as my gift of infinite gratitude and immense love that I demonstrate so deeply...

Before I brought you crimson roses, the flowers that made a mother smile
on a blessed day, such as this, which no devoted son or daughter could forget;
now, I don't bring roses, but purple and yellow chrysanthemums to your burial site,
to embellish this unadorned tombstone on which I will weep and lament...   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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In Your Arms

In your arms I held so tight
to feel the warmth of your skin
you made me feel so bright and alive
I yearned for the next day you held me again
there was so much happiness when I saw your face
when I held your hand I never wanted to let go
you gave me so much joy there was nothing to lose
everyday was something special to me and so much more
when that last day came for me god was waiting by my side
he told me that the time had came and I couldn't stay
the life he had helped you make for me is something that was great
he assured me I'd be an angel to look over you and protect you
when I got to heaven I watched the pain you had when I left
I didn't understand because you had something so precious to remember
but when you look at my pictures and hold my blanket tight 
I see that I gave you more than just a memory but a piece of something in your 
but never would I have been there so long if you weren't there for me
as time goes by don't think of the pain of losing me

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'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …

Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'

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Our little boys

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

Details | I do not know? | |

A long line of scallywags

I love my son he's always chipper
he's my scallywag and I'm the skipper
and the apple does'nt fall far from the tree
he's menatly challenged just like me!

and even though his dad's a zero
"hey dad your my hero!"
having fun is all he's wishing
"hey dad ya wanna go fishin?"

lost the house a home we have not
"hey dad looky what I caught!"
no business financal ruin we sank
"aww dad you can have my piggy bank"

rich kids need toys to have fun
"love you dad!" "love you son!"
think no toys would make him sad?
such a good boy "your the best dad!"

now I know I won't always live forever
"hey dad we always be together?"
"no worries son just stay chipper
you'll have your own scallywag and you'll be the skipper!"

by Captain Mike Harris and his son

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where ive always been

The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief
The moments of comfort are short and brief
the darkness engulfs all of my senses
like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions

maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end
what i wouldn't give know just for a friend
my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on
i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone

laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket
don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket
even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion
inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon

this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak
so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak
i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face
the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place

if theres more after this life has passed me by
ill wait for you all on the other side 
i hope I've left fond memories with you all
you kept me standing after every single fall

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They Fight,,, 10-13-08

they fight all the time.
they fight and it never stops.
they fight and it never gets better.
they fight and it always gets worse.
they fight til they're blue in the face.
they fight til i can't stand it anymore.
they fight and i cry cuz there's nothing i can do.
the fighting and the crying never stop.
there's nothing i can do but pray.
they're always fighting.
it won't stop.
they hide it so well...
the pain they're in...
it's like they've never fought before...

Details | Pantoum | |

Too Soon Born

Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.
Her empty womb tormented motherhood.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife. 
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.

Her empty womb tormented motherhood
Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.

Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
Conception hid its face, years sadly past.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.

Conception hid its face, years sadly past. 
Despair became life’s ordinary way.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.

Despair became life’s ordinary way.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.
Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010

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future of an unforgettable past,
mirror reflections of an outcast.
unaffected by society,
ruled by the unruly.
righteous by the unholy;
constricted by choice,
nearly forgotten and lost,
hindered by the proud,
reflection so loud.
a mere shadow with no meaning,
no way of knowing.
moving in an aggressive way,
different in everyday.
emotions reflecting what you were!
concerning about your emotional tears.

Details | I do not know? | |

Mother's not at Fault.

She birthed him when he was young, 
gave him a name to love.
Brought him up, with love and care, 
and loads of hugs to share.

She taught him manners, 
his values and ethics,
along with culture and tradition,
the last to fill her ambition.

She gave him his freedom, 
his first taste of independance, 
With all the trust she dare
in all that her little heart can bear.


He stole,
he lied.
She yelled,
she cried.
He killed,
he robbed.
She hurt,
she sobbed.


He spoke,
with his held down.
Through bars,
between him and his mother.

"Mother, why do you hate me?
     this is all your fault. Now look at me."

"Son, I tried, but you failed me and yourself.
      I am Ashamed now to even look at you"

Details | I do not know? | |

Grandma Rocking

Needed at least one hug today
Validation needed in something you might say
God help my grandson be okay
Reach down and heal his broken spirit if you may

Agony being felt by me
Longing to hold him on my knee
But the time is gone it can no longer be
How can I help him recover to be able to see

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A Proud Marine

A majestic Marine
Who was always was there
No other human being
Could possibly compare

No possible word
Could ever truly describe
For every mention of his name
My heart and eyes fill with pride

He was a United States Marine
Illustrious and respected
Yet he demanded none
He was always there
To protect his dear grandson

The last few years
Were Oh so agonizing to see
To watch a hero that once stood so strong
As solid as a tree

Crumble into a powerless
Helpless man
Yet he fought
As if on the shores of Japan

No matter how steep the slope
He never lost hope
It’s been 
Two years and seven days
Since he passed in the fight
The only thing he would have said
Was "it’ll be all right"

Never was there a man
More worthy of the stars
He even had
A few battle scars

He fought at  Iwo Jima 
And Guadalcanal
And received the Purple Heart
On the island of  Guam

He held so much respect
For the soldiers of foot
That his own role
He overlooked

When we converse
My parents hold true retention
The day I was born
Daddy Joe began to spoil me with attention
They said his heart
Was in another dimension

The most excruciating pain
I have ever known
Was watching my strong Marine
Whittle away to the bone

No possible word in diction
Could ever possibly explain
The gratitude I feel, to have
His blood in my veins

I love you Daddy Joe
Semper Fidelis

Written in loving memory and tribute to my grandfather Joel Allen Harris 


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The night lingers for as long as you would
On mine mind, back and forth, with my eyes closed,
You and those eyes, how uneasy I feel,
I kept wishing you'd stay longer, and voila, you're here
In my head, you're there when you're not around,
My special friend, you come over and we paint the town red
Or blue, I love you, pains wishing I could tell you the truth,
I keep on saying stupid things, but I'd rather stop and do nothing,
I'll fare just fine looking at you,

You said, "Let's swim and play with the waves",
Should have "I hope they're strong, I'll be ready and waiting
To help you right up should they knock you down", 
Or something like that, I wished I was charming,
The line playing over and over in my head, would've said it but didn't,
Wondering if I'll have the chance to say it again, though I doubt it.
All good things end,  (I hate that being with you is so awesome!)
I got all teary eyed wishing we never ever had to say...
"Goodbye", dammit, you said it (how I wished you'd stay!)
Alas, I know that it's hopeless, failed to tell you how I feel
And so farewell and thanks, at least you gave me a reason... 

To over-think, that is, of all those things unsaid,
And what should be fine wine sunsets with peaceful thoughts of you 
Turn to crass old beer I'd-drown-the-sad-thoughts-in-my-head
'Til I'd pass out and wake up to the same sad story - 
That I'm here, you're away, and I cannot forget,
Regret - it's been driving me crazy.

Details | Rhyme | |

Hush Baby

Sh, sh, close your eyes,
silent night broken by your painful cries.
Your heart is broken, I can tell;
it's okay, for mine is as well.
Don't ever wonder why or how,
just know mommy's with the angel's now.
The blood is nothing, mommy just fell,
there's something years from now I have to tell.
Mommy doesn't want you to be sad,
she'd want you happy, so please be glad.
She was a wonderful person, I'm sure you kow,
twenty is much too young to go.
You're also to young, only five,
I'm glad that at least you're alive.
C'mon baby, daddy's here,
we're all alone now, I fear.

Details | Free verse | |

Graveyard on two feet.

She walks alone
down a busy street
Fear painted on her face,
and blisters on her feet

Car horns are honking
People bustle by,
Not seeing the brokenness 
of the girl at the traffic light

but they wonder why...
but they wonder why...

Such a beautiful girl 
is alone in this world
No one to pick her up
when she's down
No one standing by her side

When you look in her eyes
you see the fear that's inside
her walls come tumbling down
but you'll never get the chance to see her cry

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God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind

God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind… I used to allow many thoughts to enter my mind. There were good and bad ones... Just about every kind. My family thought I was being a “good Christian.” I never did anything that raised “a suspicion.” I went to church every week and did the “Sunday thing.” I had no idea the kind of life my thoughts would bring. I felt much “turmoil” of what was in my head. “How much longer can I take this?” Were the words I said. As there were many bad thoughts that seemed to “burn.” Those around me didn’t know or were concerned. I needed some help. And I needed it fast! I didn’t know how much longer I would last! With no friend to help.., I decided to pray. This was my time with God! This was my day! I cried out to God with a voice of confession; “Dear Jesus rule over my mind and take possession!” As I read God’s word... Philippians 4:8 was found. Virtue and wholeness in my life needed to abound! I asked and begged God to help me to obey it! I gave my commitment to him. And not just “say it.” A love for him as a friend was found and did bring. His peace and love “washed away” the evil things. Christ restored my life and my mind was renewed. He set me free! Now, I’m BRAND NEW! Won’t you allow God to bring his love to your soul? With him in your life... All darkness will GO! By Jim Pemberton

Details | I do not know? | |

For Joshua Overton

The days are passing slowly.
It feels like you've been gone a while.
But its only been a couple weeks
since I last saw you smile.

Please don't get me wrong,
I understand you're in a better place.
You're watching over me with Jesus,
but I long for your embrace.

As we're left here on Earth
with just pictures and memories,
and could have beens, and should have beens
if you were here to live your dreams...

You could have changed the world,
one broken heart at a time.
But the lord called you home,
he had something greater in mind.

There are grown men out there
searching for who they want to be.
But you're the inspiration
for the broken souls like me.

A real man will comfort his loved ones.
He will stand up for his beliefs.
He's not afraid to kneel and pray,
you weren't yet "grown" but we all can see,

You're a man who has touched our lives,
and showed the light on many things.
We'll pray for you in heaven
because another angel has earned his wings.

Joshua John Overton 
11/16/1990 - 04/14/2006
At a young age, he was pursuing his dreams to become a church minister, when he 
mysteriously collpsed and passed away at his highschool. A friend of my family, and a 
church brother for years, he will be greatly missed!

Details | Blank verse | |

Bound to the street

Ragged and funny 
In dire need of money
I bruise the pot-holed streets of the city
Maiming the waste-filled alleys and dirty
Daily I play hide and seek with death on the razor-sharp edge of humanity.
Once I had a home
Now I cannot pay the dues
Once I went to college
Now I cannot pay the fees
Once I had a wife 
Now I cannot afford the price
Poor the result of no economic emancipation
Bound to the street because of some people's creation
In a vacuum-filled belly I try the robber's invention
Oouch! I cry in incaceration
This cry , my cry, I cry
Bound to the street, is it God's case 
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate

Eyes closed, tears drop
The drama of my sleeping mystery 
unfolding before my mental eyes like a tapestry
I ravish and languish in hunger
Feeding on left-overs
Left by generous shoppers
Hungry I was, am and still will be
The history but of themhitherto societies is a history of class struggle
and exploitation. How shall I leave the street struggle
In such a society tailor-designed to suffer the helpless
Where the should-be-helpers 
Are the pioneers of the exploitation,
Suppression and oppression of the defenceless
As for me and my street-mates
We will travel along singing a song
The song, my cry.
Bound to the street, is it God's case 
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate

I come from far further
I am not a bird of your further
You are a son to your father
You are your mother's daughter
I have non to call father or mother 
Neither to call sister nor brother
But pay no attention to criticism like weather
Rather lets read the holy book together
Ang gather as a congregation together 
The bread as you gather
Lets break share and eat together.
Until we harness a new philosophy
I will always cry 
This cry my cry.
Bound to the street, is it God's case 
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate

Details | Rhyme | |

I Can't Do This Anymore It's Dragging Me Down

I just can’t keep “doing this” any longer! What am I doing? I began to wonder… This “sin” just keeps dragging me further down… What do I do? There’s no one around??? This “thing” has got a hold on me… I cry every night… I want to be FREE! I’ve tried and tried… But to no avail… Just when I think I have victory… I fail! I’ve read in scripture of a power that I haven’t seen. I read of a savior who can do ANYTHING! Why don’t I give him a try? I’ve nothing to lose! I’ve been so hurt, worn out and abused..… To you, dear Jesus… I confess my every sin. And can feel your love from deep within! Thank you Jesus! For giving me a joy I never knew… I don’t know where I’d be if not for YOU! You’ve brought to my life a peace I never had. For all you’ve done for me. I am so glad! Won’t YOU give your burdens to this one… I call friend? And experience the joy of being born again? Please come to him now. Why not this hour? And experience his life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton 01/17/10

Details | Free verse | |

My Son

Enticing skies course to dim as summer’s florescence gives way to winters tint.
Eyes dry up as rain takes its course and somehow my heart still travels its current remorse.
My naked arms betray my might; there empty space remains reaching for you.
The weeping dust as thick as fur as nothing shifts, just consumes the flying moths about your room.
My solitude pushes my strength to the ground until in my head your voice resounds.
Dreams come like visions as I wake, too loud like the television you bleared so loud. 
A crisp can be heard dropping on carpet that makes no crunch, yet in the swamp of silence small sounds become tall.

Pictures remain splattering the walls but fingerprints fade, as I will to you.
Through memories, I’ll be a face, an un-known the future will replace.
My gentle song and silent whispers will be the joy of another who answers you wishes.
As days turn to years and fly so fast, my son to me they will be like minutes that drag on and on.

My precious boy who held such short time in my sight, will last an eternity in my memories and I shall still hug you in my sleep and I shall still sing there and when I wake you will again be a shadow of loss from my past.

But in heart, I can keep you.
In soul, I can still hold you.
And forever I can love you,
                 My Son. 

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Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.

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Cradle Grave

He lay awake in fear
Darkness all around 
A cry escaped his voice 
All ignored the sound
Unable to fend for himself 
He lies there all alone
Cold, wet, and hungry 
Soon he will cry no more

A cold and drafty warehouse 
Is where he has to live
A mom possessed with an addiction 
No affection she has to give
She leaves him crying all alone 
To feed her inner demons
No second thought to her baby
All alone and helpless

Each night he spends there all alone 
Shivering in the cold
No mom around to protect him 
From the fear inside his soul
Many days he lies there all alone 
Rotting in his mess
Until the day had finally come
 Where there was no life left

On this earth for just a while 
He quietly slipped away
On a night too cold 
No warmth for cover 
He cried his final breath

A wasted life gone too soon
 No thought to what could have been
For the cradle has become his grave 
To rest what is left of him
I pray to God please take his soul 
And grant the life not given
Here on earth for the moment of time 
This hell where he was living

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To Heal Is Not Mine

To heal is not mine....
With the words;
"In time you will heal",
many try to console me.
Though said with all good intent,
there is no consolation;
only hurt and anger I feel.
For those words translate to me;
that there should be a limit
to my grief and that in time...
I should be okay with my loss.
To heal is to.....
cure, make well, restore;
those words.... those utterances
have no relevancy to my loss.
So to heal is not mine.

Oh...but there is a promise
that the future holds I'm told,
hence; in all desperation and
with all might I grasp hold;
just as a frightened child clutches
the strong and secure hand
of her towering father.
The promise of a perfect and
everlasting healing...when life 
to many sleeping in death
will surely be restored.
So alas until then....
To heal is not mine.

By; Joan Marie Peranteau (mommy)
Dedicated to and written in regards to my son
Nathaniel Blaine Gibson.

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Is it hard

I understand. I'm sorry I make it so hard to 
love me. I know I make mistakes but what 
would it take for just to kiss and hug me? 
Don't remember the last time you said that 
you love me. I think its because were to 
busy arguing. You cut me deep 
sometimes but I hold the pain. But I know 
and I hope you don't mean what you say. 
Sometimes I wanna run away but what 
would that solve. I asked god for help but I 
think he missed my call. And I keep 
blowing it up so I can get an appointment. 
So you won't have to always look at me 
with disgust and disappointment. When 
really I just wanna make you smile and 
make you proud. With happy tears in your 
eyes and say Landon I love you out loud. 
Sometimes I think you'd be better if I 
wasn't living. But I also feel like I shouldn't 
give in. I know its hard right now but 
something may change and get better. I'll 
work hard for that smile and change for 
the better. But I just wanna ask you is that 
hard to love me? I know I mess up but 
what would it take for you to kiss and hug 

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Involuntary Release

Remember those days?
When you though I’d let go
Of the love that I had found
In you, I believed in myself;
The dreams that made me smile
Continue to befall upon my conscience.

Then, suddenly, we were lost;
No map for the memories
We kept for each other;
It is gone but
Why does forever last so long?
It doesn't seem to exist anymore.

A sight not to be seen
By sore hearts that silently
Cry in the night;
Remember those days
When we used to act 
The pages of our lives?
So pure in our thoughts
But never perfect.

So when can we see
The broken shards fly
Out of existence, once more;
It used to be so easy
Leaving the bygones in refuge;
The logics are befuddled by
The wondering mind working overtime
To save the strays of justice.

What momentary gesture 
Lurks behind those orbs of emotion?
Is it too hard to ask
To contain the rabid fear
Maddening the black lies, forlorn;
Throw away the forsaken gratitude
Of a happy life now morbid.

Here, take it back;
No more, no lack
Of intimacy shall cut
Through the skin sewn shut.
You were a fever
Destined to haunt forever
The tidings of my heart.
Lest I tear you apart,
I will remain
Bound by your chain,
Condemned by the both of us.

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Unconvincing words
is what I hear...
and need, not want
keeps bursting out
of your pathetic thoughts;
all is gone so sore!

A fobidden thought,
not spoken for your own sake,
what you hide is plain and clear;
when that voice starts shaking,
and those eyes start rolling:
I lose faith in everything you say,
look at me, and be as true as yesterday!
Have I ever kept a secret, or been insincere?
Sympathy wouldn't be in me today,
unless you revealed that forbidden thought!

Secrets can cause doubts,
enought to destroy trust and confidence;
are you still hanging on pretense?
Go beyond the storm and foresee
things that can't  ever been seen;
put it all to rest's your last chance!    

A forbidden thought 
locked inside so shamefully
is another reason to fear truth;
being so untrue and silent
doesn't make easier for me
to forgive you like I would like toI 
A forbidden thought
lingering on unspoken lips
makes me sad and wonder why
it seems hard to face
the consequence of a lie...
when all you have to do is apologize!

A forbdden thought so unspoken,
never sheds light on anything too foregone;
something lost to time that only  love can
bring back from its deep darkness!
A forbidden thought follows a gloomy dawn,
afraid that the silence will find a voice!

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In Heaven Again

In Heaven Again
(Another sad poem about my son.)

Why has so much sadness overcome me?
When what I wanted was to always be
A proud father as well as faithful parent
Which is something they say is inherent.

My child passed away without one word
Now to heaven soul has been transferred
Can no longer enjoy his presence anymore
After last time I saw him go out the door.

For a while would sit around and often fret
His memory to heaven go, I had to let
Time slowly passed by and I knew then 
I too will die and see him in heaven again.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran

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a letter to a broken hearted mom

Why do you cry,why do you cry mom
You don't to cry no more,I'm luck to have
with out you I wouldn't be living,you gave me
I don't want you to suffer no more over us now
even though I had sadness in my life with out 
I still love you.
You was in my heart for so many years,all my birthday's
graduation for high school, but i always had a empty heart,
thought never seeing you again was madness,
I heard of stories of you,to me you was a mire shadow to me
and was it really true I had sisters,was it a lie
Or was I just stringed along like bait.
my heart struggled for so many years,when my dad said you
left and didn't want nothing to do with us.
I was angry mom,my hatred towards people was bad
and my hatred towards you was in point of hatred and sadness
I felt like I had no where to go.
but one day my aunt sat me down and said don't hate your
she told me always remember you and make her proud
but my words to you mom is
mommy i'm ok now,your son is ok..don't worry no more  

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took to soon






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Mother! Only a few, few days remain.
Worry not, I will return, return again
Like birds that in their nests do enter
Tearing the torturous traps of hunter.

I know each night you make extra meal
And wait in slight hope that I will, will
Come to eat supper being too, too tired.
But I am here so far, far away, starved.

Mother! I, I too linger for your affection
On the riverbed where lies my skeleton.
My two bony hands still, still, still seek
Your sacred feet that appears now bleak.

I will not go away from you again, again.
When you would sit solitary in the Eden,
Don’t think I have given you a new bluff.
Turning, you’ll find my face with laugh.

(In memory of freedom fighters in 1971 war. Many of them never returned home)

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to think he finally found his answer to 
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
but staying possitive was tha 
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....

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How can I do this
Live without your good night kiss
I have held your hand 
Watched you grow into a man
Now you tell me you want to live with your dad
Its okay mom don't be sad
I will see you on the weekends
I want to be here with my friends
You tell me as you walk away
How can I what do I say
To make you see how much I still need you
Even if your are a big boy steady and true
I know its your choice to make
But do you know how it makes my heart break
You are my baby my little man
I am your mommy do you understand
I can't just let you go without a fight
I want you to need me to tuck you in tight
Please don't shut me out and push me away
I can't just pretend I don't want you to stay
You push and pull trying to get your freedom
But my tears can't you see them

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The Calling Sun

These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection, 
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.

These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.

Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
Day breaks, the sun is rising,
A little boy calls for his mother to come home.

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Shoe Murderer

The other day, while I was watching T.V.
I overheard, words, that really disturbed me!
I turned to channel 9,  to stimulate my mind,
to watch the daily news. When I became frustrated and infuriated!
When an 18 year old man, was shot to death over a pair of shoes. 
I couldn't comprehend, nor could I understand!
How could a boy's life end, so quickly, so suddenlly, so adbruptly.
Someone lost a son to a gun, a brilliant mind to a crime!
A dream to a reality, and a friend to a sin!
All over a pair of shoes, that cost less than a 110!
I instantly became teary eyes, because I couldn't realize,
how could someone die, yet murder for something materialistic!
Life is considered real, yet this was unrealistic!
Now both of their lives, are cateorize as just another statisic!
Blood have paved the foundation as concrete!
All over over a pair of shoes on another's man feet.
I closed my eyes as they becamed more blurred,
uttered words, of total hate, forcing myself to reguritate, 
everything I just ate! 
Trying  to make empty space, so I could digest the news next plate!
Filled with broken promises and unspoken words! 
Through this spoken word I speak down on clowns,
who swear their down, and commit drivebys as they drive by!
What will it take for mankind,
 to alter their fate  of totat destruction and curruption!
Yet if it's not who we know, we decide to let it go!
Then turn the channel, to watch the next reality show,
because we care not to know, nor to change!
Becuase society over emphasises since birth,
that the world revolves around money and change!
So it depends on how much money we have, or what we are wearing, 
to determine our worth!
So society takes first then ask questions later, if any at all.
Until it's you recieving the 911 call.
Answering the phone, 
to be ask to come to the morge,
to identify your son!
Because they sadly regret to tell you,
your son is never again coming home!

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Mothers, Sons, Drugs, and Rum

Death's a bitch,
I was cheated by wrath,
Don't follow my path, 
No matter the itch.
I'm protecting you,
From the events to come,
Mother, please listen,
Put down your rum.
Dad always said,
To love and learn.
I'm your lesson,
I'm your happiness,
I'm your cries,
Your constant yearn.
We'll get through this,
As we always did,
Just when Dad left us,
I was only a kid.
Worry not Mother,
All will be swell,
Do it for me,
Life is yours,
Time will tell.

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A Cry From Kabul

(Written During The American Attacks On Afghanistan From The Arabian Sea) 

O! The heartless callous warriors, 
The children of the crowning age, 
You do not see the havoc, 
For you stand at the distant spot, 
More than two thousand miles away, 
Planning against the weaponless; 
But your lacerating missiles and shells, 
Miss not the targets, 
They hail down on us smashing, 
Blowing up the houses, 
And thatched cottages with their contents, 
Let, allow me bury, put in the ground, 
My infant grandson that lay motionless, 
In the cradle, all shredded, torn up, 
Still gripping tight in his hand, 
A baby doll with blue eyes and rosy cheeks, 
Sprinkled with blood too.

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My heart Misses You...*

The day I first met you,
  I didn’t think I’d be standing here,
     Standing here saying “I Love You”.
I thought we’d always just be friends,
  That was until now; until the very end.
But I think it’s a little too late,
  ‘Cause something went wrong and we had to separate.

But I want you to know,
  That I’ll always love you so.
My feelings for you, 
  Will stay meaningful and true.
‘Cause I never really knew,
  how much I’d end up loving you.
And you mean so much to me,
  That I hope someday, together again, we would be.

 But my heart’s already broken to pieces,
  And I’m trying to figure out what most it misses.
Even though,
  I probably already know.

You made such an act when you were around me,
  So everything that happened, I’d believe.
And I’m sick and tired of playing these games;
  There are too many things for me to think about to name.

I think I need a little time and space to be alone,
  But hopefully it won’t be too long.
‘Cause all I really want is to be with you,
  Even though it may not soon be true.
I just thought I’d let you know.

I care for you,
  Whether you think it’s a lie or the truth.
I’d never want a misfortune to come your way,
  I just pray you’re safe each and every day.
‘Cause you’ve got me worrying about you so much…

There are those moments that pass by,
  And the ones when you’re in my thoughts, 
     All I want to do is cry, all I want to do is cry.

 But my heart’s already broken to pieces,
  And I’m trying to figure out what most it misses.
Even though,
  I probably already know.
Even though,
  I probably already know.

…My heart misses you…

*This is a song I wrote. Hope you like it.

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You said you loved me,
You said you cared,
you said you'd always be  there.

But ever since the dreadful day,
You made it clear about what you had to say.
The words punched me in the gut and ripped out my heart,
When you said we could no longer be and we had to part.

Love is strange, love is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Love is cruel, love is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

You used to say "I love you".
Did you lie to me or were you saying the truth?
You broke my heart into pieces;
Now I'm gonna be lost, thanks to this.
It's a situation out of control,
But I have to do this on my own.

The healing will take quite a while.
It'll be a long time before I smile.

Love is strange, love is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Love is cruel, love is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

Because I'm sick and tired of being lied to.
I can't handle it, especially by you.
I thought there was, between you and me, some kind of trust;
So I took my heart off the shelf and wiped off the dust.
But now I know it was a mistake,
'Cause I'm suffering with so much heartache.

Love is strange, love is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Love is cruel, love is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

You made promises to me that you couldn't keep,
And ever since then, I'd hide so I could weep.
I cared about you so much;
I'd do anything to feel your touch,
'Cause you would hold me in your arms;
You'd protect me from any kind of harm.
But unfortunately,
That will never again be.
And unfortunately,
I'll be full of nothing but misery,

Love is strange, love is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Love is cruel, love is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

Life is strange, life is hard;
But you didn't have to go and break my heart.
Life is cruel, life is mean;
But you didn't have to do what you did to me.

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

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

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

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

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Another Nice Guy Finishes Last

---Another year, another heartbreak/

God, how many more years of this do I gotta take/

---She was playing games with my heart/

And I didn't see it, but my friends did from the start/

People said this & that, but I didn't believe the spit/

Because all that I saw was her innocence/

And i'm so sick of listening to these love songs/

And I still can't believe that she put me in the friend zone/

I thought that she was the one, and would be my wife-to-be/

And I wonder if we'll ever find out how it was supposed to be/

Matter of fact, I don't want to find that out, atleast not no more/

Because you don't deserve me, well atleast not no more/

I guess my friends were right all the time/

But I couldn't see the picture, cause love would make u blind/

Maybe I was too different than any guy you've been with in the past/

And now I truly believe that nice guys finish last/

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Sacrifice or Murder

I killed my son
I sacrificed my little one
So I could continue to party
He was to be just like his daddy
Smile and chase girls like his many god-daddies

I killed my daughter
It’s like I brought my baby girl to the beach
And held her head under the water
Like I put poison in her bottle

I gave my seed cyanide in a water bottle
Heartless bastard
What kind of man kills his seed
What possesses his heart to commit such a deed
Lord forgive your son and daughter
Who killed her son
Who killed his daughter 

We slit his wrists
Though there were no wrists to slit
Yet we put razors to her tiny hands
Cause he would mess up our plans
We should’ve made it work
Looking back I’d make it not hurt

To take her life
I would’ve done my baby right 
I’d been just like my daddy
Teach my boy to swim
Teach him to shave and drive
I’d teach my baby girl to ride her bike
Tell her that little boys were evil

I want my “daddy’s girl”
I want my son to see this world
Parents from two islands, paradise
Life would be a walk through paradise

But our seed is gone
That dream is done
That nightmare now relived
Spiritual pain now received 

Mommy’s gone
Our love is done
We sacrificed you
To murder our love
We sacrificed our love 
To murder you

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Loveliness and grace
were the improper virtues
of a deceitful woman,
who would constantly use
them to seduce a married man...
that was my dad's mistress.

The holiest of women,
bearing through silence
much undeserved pain;
and love her children 
she did without visible signs...
unable to toss the destiny's dice.

Dad's heart was defiled by lust,
and still expected mother's trust,
once he slapped me hard
for my rebellious attitude...
he knew his child suspected cheating,
when, most nights, he saw him fleeing. 

Cuddled in a blanket on the marble floor
shivering not with cold, but with fear,
I waited for dad when everybody was asleep;
inside that big house I didn't feel secure,
it was a prince's castle hunted by ghosts...
and they attempted to grab me by their arms.

And because I resembled daddy a lot:
confident, virile, strong with the looks of a charmer;
I feared I would have become him and cared less,
without self-affection, sharing a wife and a lover...
and to stop the cycle, I would have kept my sexiness intact,
even thinking of joining the priesthood to avenge my dad's mistress. 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The Colors of Our Flag Will Not Run

We are soldiers
This is our life
                    our job
                           our career
Chosen for reasons whatever
In peace and in conflict
Striving to achieve our dreams
Struggling to suppress our fears
We are the Armed Forces
Dedicated to protecting our country
                                                  nation's people
Large ponderous units
Crossing the vast expanse of unfamiliar terrain
                                    well trained
                                            meticulously drilled
A special breed
                          powerful force
                                 band of brothers
Instructed in the art of war
Where survival is not an option
And if we fall dignify us
The price we will pay
We belong to the world
We only ask for support
War is globally rejected
Third world regimes grasping greater power
                                              rebel forces
Their native peoples desperate plea for relief
To reject would be inhumane
answering requires military
The product is war
                            spawning hostility
                                     destroying the innocent
                                              mouthing ignorance
The reality of it all 
                                     families suffer
                                              blame spent
                                                       sides taken
Someone has to die.

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We're Greatly Influenced By Society

We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton

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It always rains in my hometown, The clouds are kind enough to wash what they can away The town cut out my tongue, It grew back sharper and quicker than the one they stole. I walk by the river, Still blackened by the ones it took, When thoughts fall upon a deaf ear, I begin to whisper. I care little for your Tupperware regime, I care little for your barbecue tyranny, One should always give way to real men. Home, is where the heart is. The fruit, plentiful, It decays in the street, By the grocer, by the police station, By the school that keeps 'em comin'. A species of their own, that Ritalin race. At noon the fog lifts, At two it sets again, I do breakfast at four, It is the most important meal of the day.

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Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.

I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported 
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. 

A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.

Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile... 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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I'm the gentle lover,
  I'm a real delight;
I play this game until it'll be over...
     again I lead.

   When I can't doubt you,
   when I face each truth,
   when I run into you;
   when she hides from you...
   when you look back.  

 Some things remain so unchanged,
        their beat is slow,
    if all emotions are not felt.

     I'm the gentle, lover...
        very lucky me;
     don't ask for a thing,
       when love is here.        
     I'm hooked on
    this long fixation;
  feeling strong inside...
    not thinking of you.

         I'm never
     happy, or complete;
I state my saddest feelings,
      I have to insist..

    I think of myself,
    I give for myself,
 should I make believe 
      I'm so sincere?
   You ought to know!

     I'm the gentle lover,
     selfish and untrue;
     always looking sad...
      when you refuse
        to lead me on.

    Holding close, sounds sweet;
         hugs are great...
yes, with one one thought I'd go back!

     I realize, I can't
    be who I was then;
    giving up chances...
    making sacrifices,
     dreaming of love;
    seeing happy faces  
 that had more than you needed,
     to be always loved...
 that had more than you needed,
     to be always loved.


Entered in John's Heck Sondheim on Sondheim. The song, " Sorry- Grateful " from the 
musical, Company.

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Where was she?

One fateful day, we got the call
The words received, started it all.
“Your son has cancer, please come see”
So we flew out, but where was she?

By your bedside, we both would stay
Waiting for news, along the way.
For we were shocked, this couldn’t be
We both stood by, but where was she?

Your dad returned, so he could work
I stayed there, my sick days I took.
Finding out, a transplant was key
I was still there, but where was she?

You were discharged, and home we went
To Cleveland Clinic, you were sent.
May the tests be wrong, we would plea
We stayed with you, but where was she?

Our lives would change, and this was true
Praying you’d live, and make it through.
There were days, we wanted to flee
Yet we hung in, but where was she?

Many helped out, because they care
Raising money, wanting to share.
Bills were mounting, nothing is free
We worked so hard, but where was she?

The house we cleaned, sanitized too
Painting and fixing, all for you.
Our bodies ached, we’d skin a knee
Getting it done, but where was she?

Remission set in, “Thank you Lord”
Through it all, we surely weren’t bored.
Appointments kept, relieved we’d be
Your health is back, but where was she?

We never asked, but did expect
You’d be grateful, and show respect.
For our love, forever will be
We had been there, but where was she?

We put you first, our lives on hold
All we asked, was do what you’re told.
You chose to leave, hurting us all
Now with her, you can’t even call.

She is your mom, for this we know
Some gratitude, we thought you’d show.
The pain runs deep, is this a phase?
We can’t worry, we’ve kids to raise.

One of these days, you will mature
Knowing we tried, must to nurture
We are hoping, then you will
We were right here, but where was she?

Details | Rhyme | |


Gentleness invokes kinship,
more than trust's oft biased recommend,
that fills my warranty for beauty's own in crypt,
I thank thee God, for measures in contend!

Forever, in that beauty were love's tend,
the faith between true friendship might erupt,
still it is forceful, deft attainment's quip,
mere looking gives to Soul, some filling up!

And see thee still, in all my eyes do ground,
wherein love's mercy must have contemplate,
if it were loathsome in some vile resound,
my heart would not have of these words found state!

Oh beauty, you are mine, not underrate,
the vestige I did yearn to so expound,
when will is chastised so, the quiet sedate
does moisten my eyes swell, no more impound!

Thy beauty love, be love, in nature's gate,
the seaming center of this garment's strung
holds empathy as moment's turn belay
the love that I do feel, be inward sung!

Details | Rhyme | |

Dreaming of Space

There was once a lad who dreamed of Mars,
of flying high to see the moon and stars.
But his heart his family did break,
when all his dreams his family did take.

Details | Sestina | |


Noble troubadour making untrue verse,
while traveling from town to town on the dustiest roads,
reciting the lamenting lyrics to yourself,
and the echo is louder than words of folly growing within;
hold your anger inside, let it explode
in the castle's Great Hall, where all will listen, indeed! 

Monarchy is an undefeatable fortress,
and below you seem not to fret;
enter it when the trumpets announce
the king's arrival in a golden coach
pulled by stallions who snort at your sight,
but you fearlessly follow them before the wooden gate closes on the bridge.

Noble troubadour decrying a denied liberty, making
your living writing undesirable, undeserved odes,
you're forced to lie and please your demanding king
who manipulates your behavior by tight strings;
should you offer no praises or allegiance to the crown...
you'll be charged with disloyalty and treason! See yourself in the torture room!

There's a limit to your patience bearing the guilt,
and be able to lift it off your will crush you under its weight,
until your reason turns into discernible madness,
and rising up from your sore knees, you'll relinquish your duty...
to regain your freedom from a kingdom built on obedience and vanity;
and what will be the the outcome of your refusal to bow down?...The peace of a free spirit!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |

Dual Failings

The sins of the father 
Are visited upon the son
But the failings of the mother 
Come calling as well.

I hear the blows land 
From down the hallway
Helpless to intervene
Powerless to prevent them.

One decision from the past
Haunts everyday.
Reiterating my dual failings
As both a mother and a daughter.

Details | Lyric | |

My friend the enemy

My great escape has taken me captive the pleasure is lost replaced with regret
Lately my ego has been over active no small measure since i haven't lost it all yet
The risk is great the reward much better lately i tire and i don't feel i can endure
i tell my self your so damn clever Iam also a liar i only need just one cure

the back and forth the same situations same old tale it was only just a taste
the shame and all the accusations how Ive tried to fail and my existence is a waste
i understand the concept i know to play the game but presently I'm caught in the motion
preparing for the onset of the old familiar pain that unwanted torrent of emotion

If i succeed to come back down the weight lessens but the excuses are right at hand
always push my self around an ego bully sessions the things my darker side can demand
i see the obvious outcome i don't blink an eye i go until the motors seized
try to do a little less but then i wonder why at least this way one half of me is pleased

watch the world around me from distance place close at hand buried deep inside
once again it found me the beast is real persistent and he never gives to pride
my body a prison cell locking out the rain and light so it can devour the hole that's rotting
make the first incision a second wrapped in delight no other me no constant plotting

in the end i know it will be for not haven't learned lessons that were taught I'm the only 
person that i fought
i want to make it right gain a little ground and  some insight save a little strength for the last 
round of the fight
put it all aside seek out those who in which i could confide what could the other me do when 
it can no longer provide
starve out the traitor self serving dog offers no favor a greedy needy voice that keeps me 
awake my on self hater

this time i need to recover my mind is cracking and my sickly body always has the aches
don't want to suffer i know I'm found still lacking but i want to change for my own sake
when i leave behind this part of me instantly the years of hurt will just up and go away
it isn't so kind he will always be there whispers constantly put away color for the endless gray

Details | Couplet | |

Remains on My Mind

Remains on My Mind

What now mostly remains on my mind
Is if God in His glory could help me find
My lost child who meant so much to me
So I could set my mind and his soul free.

Last time I say him was early yesterday
Went outside so he could fish and play
Left and never would he ever return
I am choked up as things inside do churn.

God, if he only was back for a minute or two
I would sweetly kiss him so and thank You
But now have to hold back the many tears
After he has been dead for all these years.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
Another poem I had written back 
in August 27th, 2005 on our 39th
wedding anniversary. He had been
reported missing that very same day.

Details | I do not know? | |

Baby Momma

Yes I am a baby momma and damn proud of it. 
My baby's father is a piece of ish. 
If you can't help me raise our child, 
it's on you because you miss out. 
I won't cause you no drama, 
coming to your house breaking windows and stuff. 
I'm too much of a woman to start that kind a stuff. 
You come to my house 2 & 3 in the morning wanting to see your son, thinking 
you gonna get some butt. 
No, baby I don't think so. 
I won't let you treat me like some scrub. 

I am a baby momma hear me roar. 
I take care of mines on my own. 
I don't need nobody's help when it comes to me and my son. 
My baby's daddy don't want nothing to with his son until he wanna impress some 
gold digga. 
I ain't gonna let you use my son as no chick magnet 
It ain't gonna happen. 
When I was pregnant you was so happy. 
Then when our son was born you headed for the door. 
When you walked out on me, you walked out on your son. 
You run around telling people that he ain't your son, you ain't got no kids. 
Your momma say my son look just like your big head. 
She even took a DNA test to prove it, 
since you ain't believe me. 
When I got with you I was virgin & I finally let it go & gave it to you. 
Giving you me I recieved a gift, that gift is our son who you deny. 
You only seen him one time. 
If you don't wanna be there for him, I'll take both roles of being his mother & 
I can't promise I'll do a good job as being a good father but I'm a damn good 
I'll be a better father than you'd ever be. 
I'm a baby momma & damn proud of it. 

Details | Ballad | |


Oh, Marianna Grazia...
was my friendly neighbor,
a lovely lady in her eighties!
She became a widow when her
husband died of a brain tumor,
he was a sailor of many oceans;
how evident was the sadness
of Marianna Grazia!

She had a Grand Piano, made of cherry oak,
not covered with a speck of dust, and smiling
she played an improvisation with style; 
and it depended on her mood! The rays of sunlight
entered diagonally and rested on it, while
her feeble fingers played the same, harmonic melody;
and her hubby liked to hear those notes enthusiastically...
that's how I remember Marianna Grazia at her best!

Oh, Marianna Grazia...
went to church every Sunday,
and passing by my gate, she always said
hello, and asked how things were going! 
She gave every kid on the block candy
and flowers she grew in the back-yard;
oh, I miss how you hummed that song... 
oh, Marianna Grazia!

Today I walked by her house,
the Venetian blinds were closed at noon,
I was overtaken by a sudden gloom;
her youngest daughter approached me
and mutterred very grieving words,
" My mom has passed away in a tragic way,
she slipped and fell, and hit the cement;
she passed out as blood gushed from her forehead."  

Oh, Marianna Grazia...
never will I have another conversation
about her experience in Normandy, 
and the stories of a nurse during World War II,
were as inspirational as her vocation!
Oh, Marianna Grazia...
look down below and wave gracefully;
life is not as everlasting as that love given by you,
oh, Marianna Grazia!

Details | Verse | |


Father, Listen, Did life not turm put as you had planned? The grass not greener, Your rivers dammed? How was it, that you wound up here? Moved by hate, Consumed in fear. Father, Listen, As I go grey, I wonder will I die this way? A life of waste, To dwell on rage, You won't find peace, at your old age! Father, Listen, I feared you as a child, Your unkind temper, It made me wild, I know my Mother is hard to please, This sad existence, Now my disease. Father, Listen, For just once to me, The apple, It does, Fall close to tree, I dead the things that I have learnt, My wells now dry, My bridges, Burnt. Father, Listen, Just come and see, Just how much I am like thee, I think I'll rest, Just for a while, For just one more hour, In denial

Details | Bio | |

A Better Tomorrow

Since we were young hes always been the one the families all seen it hes ur favorite son he can go to rehab and get in trouble to he can do what he wants but thats okay with you im sorry im not his daughter im sorry you hate me so much im sorry im not perfect i rather not keep in touch although u may deny it deep down you know its true everyone else sees it why can't you see it to i didn't mean to take advantage im depressed all the time although you may not see it faking a smile is my crime of all the *****i've been thru and all the *****you have done i thought that you would be there but no your there for your son if i could have a wish him i would come from cause maybe then you would love me and i wouldn't feel so dumb you may read this note and you probably will get mad but now you know my pain and you would know my heart is sad all i wanted was for your love and your blessing to but theres not enough room for me cause hes your favorite son its true so im erasing you from my life im going to try to move on cause this pain i feel is real and i just want it gone so farewell to you mother i hope you have a great life i hope your man is the one maybe you'll be his wife but your just a distant memory a shadow from the past was it all worth it the hatred spell you cast although i shed my tears i wipe them away with sorrow maybe i'll be someones favorite i hope for a better tomorrow

Details | I do not know? | |

Stress and Pain

One big happy said fairytale
Take the pain and no gain
Take the slights and not retribution
Take it all in without an out.

Exploding from the inside out
In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery
Never knowing what it’s like to be just okay
Never knowing what it’s like to have love unconditional

Hated and revered 
Don’t show them the pain 
They don’t understand,
You are the one that is in wrong. 

Take it all 
Deal with it
Live with it
It’s your fault he’s like this

You carried him
You made him the way he is. 
Deal with the pain and suffering
Deal with the stress and the dirty looks

It’s always your fault 
No one else’s 
You should know that by now. 
Take you punishment and like it

God’s listening but this is his plan
Pain and suffering for those that screw up
No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. 
No salvation for the wicked souls of men

Shut it up 
Swallow it down
No one cares
No one’s around

No tears will make a difference
No whining will help the cause
No yelling will change people’s minds
No matter what you do you won’t be accepted

So….why try? 
Be yourself no one else
If they don’t like to hell with them
To hell with you and your self loathing

Details | Rhyme | |

Your Lies

This ache in my heart
The pain that I feel
It tears me apart
I don’t think I’ll heal.

The lies that you tell
Sure hurt to the core
It won’t help to yell
Just walk out the door.

This game that you play
You think you have won
No words can you say
For you fool no one.

If this is the road
Through life that you choose
For you have been told
Stay away from booze.

The money you’ve spent
That should have been saved
We’ve given and lent
Your bills we have paid.

The oath that you took
So special and true
The hands that you shook
Mean nothing to you.

“He’s smart and He’s bright”
From people I heard
“He’ll go far in life”
If you kept your word.

You know right from wrong
Yet go with the pack
You follow along
You don’t turn your back.

“I’m sorry” you say
Each time you are caught
This isn’t the way
That you have been taught.

You’re out on your own
Some days can be tough
You lie on the phone
And I’ve had enough.

You say you love me
You look in my eyes
Although I can see
Right through all your lies.

This path that you’re on
Will hurt in the end
You’ve become this con
My heart will not mend.

The choice you must make
Be honest not lie
The right path to take
Or just say good bye.

We have always said
Beside you we’d stay
Choose to lie instead
We’ll just walk away.

Your future you hold
Which path you will choose
For you have been told
You’ve a lot to lose.

Details | Monorhyme | |

Before Puberty toward Maturity

I was abused before puberty,
But I did my share of abusing.
And I was bruised before puberty,
But have spent some time bruising.
I was used as an adolescent,
Yet threw some out with the using.
I was infused as a adolescent,
But my words are said "too infusing".
I was confused as a new student;
Now I am labeled as "confusing".
I was a diffused college graduate,
But now I am thought to be diffusing.
I was accused as a married man;
Yet, I, admit I was so accusing.
I was refused as a separate man,
But I have not gone on refusing.

Details | Light Poetry | |

I Have A stick In My Eye

I have a stick in my eye.
It looks like a puppet's
Whos been caught in a lie.
The whole of my world 
Easily sees
The strangling hold
This stick has on me.
It burns and it stings
Never waivers its fire
And it catches and snags
On any might desire.

This stick in my eye
Is so demanding of me
insisting my focus
An intolerable degree.
All thought and perception
Are owned by this minion
As is my "self"
Kept from release
Too preoccupied and pinioned.
Months had to fester
And now red with anger
Time heals this not
For infection does linger.

I would like there to be a stick in your eye,
My rugpulling playmate,
With heart gone awry.
You were there when it happened,
'Twas about  your own fable
And though I love you still
Of this life I'm not able.
But the lil' one of mine,
With a star in his eye
 Keeps me from leaving
With his light
in my sky.

Details | I do not know? | |

If You Never Try

Sometimes everything is a lie
The way he touched you
Kissed you and ran his fingers in your hair
Sometimes your heart breaks 
It's all in despair

He walks away
You bite your lip to hold it back
Tears form in your eyes
Cloud your vision and you wonder why
Standing alone on the street in the rain
Wondering why they're all the same

They tell you what you want to hear
Get what they want and take it all back
You gave it your heart
From the very start
Just to see it spit back

Cry, and cry
You loose yourself in sadness
Try to find a reason why
Get hung up in the past
But not so fast

If you let yourself cry for too long
Your eyes will cloud
You won't see anything around
Your other half could be standing there
Arms open wide
But you will never find out
If you never try

Details | Ballade | |


My middle son he is the one that tears my heart in two

I ask myself everyday “Am I good enough for you?”

He wants more than I can give and just doesn’t seem to see

I give him all he asks for, what does he want from me?

I try to reach out to him, but nothing ever seems to work

Just yesterday at the dinner table, he called me a stupid jerk

I love him with all I have inside my aching heart

But the hate in his eyes for me just tears my soul apart

He blames me for his father’s passing he’s said it more than twice

When I try to comfort him his heart it turns to ice

What can I do to change the way he feels about me?

If he would only let me in I know I could make him see

That I am not the villain here all I want is his happiness

But every time I try to reach him things end up a mess

Thomas is my middle son I love him with all my heart 

The hate he has inside for me I hope someday will part. 

One day I hope we’ll be closer like a true mother and her son

Then at last the battle will end and both of us will have won!

Details | Lyric | |

Black sand

When you find your early your already much to late all this time now you over compensate
A rush towards the front so we can crawl to the back always flinching from the timely attack
anticapation explodes towards the surface flooding out release its only purpose
Timely ruin erodes the  youthful heart corroding the edges lets it fall apart

age and wisdom go hand in hand the curse of life has only one demand
youth and vigor go hand in hand but at that point we dont even understand 
in the end we return to the land all these things we were crumbles away into black sand

A hard life takes a serious toll no one to help you madness takes control
lonely hearts lightens the soul to run the great race headlong towards the hole
some live life as a perfect dream while others mostly cry and sometimes scream
good deeds leave nothing to redeem we all lie in dirt or so it would seem

time and space go hand in hand we all must suffer there every command
pain and strife go hand in hand alone we fall and alone we must stand
in the end we pass to the land until we fade and crack turning into black sand

writing this down its quite hard to think today could be it id be gone in a blink
pondering the end leads to the brink no matter how high ones soar everything must sink
it seems to be a very grim notion no matter how hard you swim your consumed by the ocean
live like some mad commotion but time moves straight it knows no other motion

life and death go hand in hand no matter who you are you see others life’s are so grand
fools and liars walk hand in hand each of us all carry these life’s long brand
until the day we return to the land once particles of icy cold lifeless black sand

all of us are dieing only some know when cant control the future but we are were we’ve been
the endless void a thought Iam not akin ill go when I go and not until then 
perception is something you have to be in to see our lives stretch and then grow thin
So many hits we take in the chin but the harder I’m hit the wider I grin
because one thing is certain on your journey you’ll be hit over and over again

shame and guilt go hand in hand for all our troubles the end cannot be planned
love and loss go hand in hand we hold so tight by the thinnest strand
until we sleep in the bosom of the land when all of this returns to black sand

Details | Lyric | |


You took me home, I drink to much because of you my livers turn to dust
You got me high my lungs have quit for the last time.
And because of you my obsession grows more and more with each passing day.
I do it more to feel the high but it just won’t come back to me. 
I tried to walk but it’s so hard I just end up on my back staring into the sky.
You came to me to help me back onto to my feet.
And helped walk me back to the car even with my resistance you took me home.
I’m sick of the things you have said and done while leaving me high and dry.
I’m so messed up from what you've said and I’m on the brink of dieing out, of 
this place you call my home.
I’ve tried to make since of all the things you have said to me, But it is impossible 
to stay on track. Some people shouldn’t be alive. That’s how I feel.
Like I’m not needed in this life, even though it might hold something I should 
I’ve never searched these things in mind that should be found, but yet apparently
unattainable to keep track, it’s almost impossible to grab a hold of the thing that 
are most vital to your life. 
When you are in a life where all you do is getting smashed and seared. And you 
try and try to help me up, but you took one move… You took the one wrong move...
You took me home. Because of you my life now sucks!
And it’s now whirling out of my control 
I feel I’m fading from this place that you have brought me to 
So take my away from here I need not to see your face in front of mine 
So get away... away from me!
Why is it when you call my name, I’m put in a state of misery
I’m am so perplexed, can’t see straight
I’ve tried to go and find my-self it's just so frustrating
I can’t take the fact that you entered my life at an age that I do not know
And I try to ask my-self what can I do to help me out of this awful state
Of misery.
Than you made an effort to help me up, but then I see a whole new being and it’s 
not you but somewhat else… I see… I see My-self!?!
I think I helped my soul from this death I think that I have come to my sixth 
senses and have turned my life around.
But you still make that one last go to start this all another time
You took me home with this agony
And I ask you one last time why did you make my life this living hell!?!

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The day America woke up

Lives were lost,
Tears were shed.

Wives and husbands
Now lay alone in their beds.

Parents lost children,
And children lost parents.

It was a day that we all will remember.

They tried to fight
They tried to save,
Tried to outrun the burning buildings
That were fallen that day.

THe airplanes flew,
But no one knew
Except the ones in the plane.

Smashing into the buildings...
Where the people watched.

And America finally woke up.

All the fighting,
All the suffering...
Searching for those in the dust.

From watching the buildings fall
To people running for their lives.

Never will we forget the day
We were under attack-
Never will we forget those who lost their lives.
To the ones who didn't have a care in the world.

September 11th 2001,
In our hearts it has become.

Details | I do not know? | |


i have relied on circumstance and fate all of my life.
god has never shone down on me and occupied
my life with luck.

i have lived with compromise and attainment without the need for belief
i have never had a calling or had the
ghost pierce through my organs and save me.

today i watched you make your first communion and
you have never been so bright. your innocence,
highlighted in your glow. faith enveloped you
and you enveloped me.

Details | Personification | |

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!.

Details | Rhyme | |

No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun

I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun

Details | I do not know? | |

Abuse of an Child

A little lonely child stayed to himself all the time.
He never smiled, not even a grin.
Gossip around town, is that he’s an abused kid.

The child’s parents got divorced.
The father got custody of the child.

The father started drinking booze.
The source of that led to, a slap here, and a hit there.
The father also called his mother a whore.
Screams could be heard, but was ignored.

The people at town talked how the father was worthless,
and a good-for-nothing slime ball, but they still refused
to admit or accuse the father of crime.

He was a well know hard working man. Just because him being
that didn’t mean they should let the abuse of the child go. 

The kid was a good smart child. He always did his chores.
In school he was a straight A student.

The child was carrying many bruises that would make a
grown man cry.

On that very day an angel appeared giving news to the child.
That he didn’t have to be scared or alone anymore. I’m your
guardian angel. I will protect you not only at good times, but 
bad times too.

The child smiled, and said, Thank You God, for the guardian angel
you sent to me.

The child laid there covered in blood. Looking up at his guardian

The angel said fear not don’t you hear sirens are coming, help will
soon be here.

Then a tear rolled down the child’s face.

The child’s father fought the law, but this time he lost.

The child’s in a good home now. He’s starting a new life. He’ll never 
have to endure abuse or booze anymore.

Details | I do not know? | |

Confusion Death

I'll go about my day languidly. for is there really anything to live for?
  I'll go about my day, because I am forced to. Why me? Everyday is a mistake 
waiting to happen.  I hide from the day, because that is when he comes home.

I am worthless, not worth the money. If it were up to him, I'd be gone.
 I am hopeless, I am faithless,  oh why can't this all just go away.

He came home at 4, by then I'll already be hiding under my bed.
Footsteps approaching, I pass out from fear.
I wake up to screaming, only to find my mother on the floor, drowning in a pool of 
my father's long lost love.

Is it my turn, my turn to fly.  Will it be a bat, or a belt this time? Why live on in fear, 
let's just take it away. Life is so short, so why would I want to end it?
My answer is to escape the fear, to escape life, to escape the one man whom I've 
always had respect for, my father.

Father can't you see? You're hurting me, do you get your joy from my pain!?  With 
this, I say my goodbye to you.  My own life, taken down by the one person whom 
I've never trusted, myself.....

Details | Free verse | |

I found the power to turn beauty to a pig.

As we sit at the edge of the bridge
Do you expect me to jump?
I found the power to turn beauty to a pig
and my methods are out of control.

I only pushed you away cause I love you.
I only hope to satisfy your smile.
In a world with endless possibility .
Is it possible to make this worthwhile?

Maybe I fight because I'm used to playing the victim.
Either way what kind of savage am I?
I'll put this switchblade through my  neck.
If I knew it could keep you from crying.

I Love feeling sad does that make you sick?
I find love in being sad haven't you noticed.
I love feeling sad does that make you feel sick?
Now step away.

I only pushed you away cause I love you.
I only hope to satisfy your smile.
In a world with endless possibility.
Is it possible to make this worthwhile?

The dawning of the last day was a massacre.
Is there nothing I can do to make this right?
I eight balled the neglected.
and I wonder why she hates my eyes.
No blood loss nothing left to lose.

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love mom

I had the oddest experience 
my son, was not my kind
And I kinda didn't know what to do
my son was being you
but he doesn't know you
and you don't deserve a mention
So forget that I did
I'm at odds
so nothing matters?
Everything I taught him
is nothing?
My sweet Son
I can't accept this DNA crap
I won't
allow you to be asshole to the mother of your child
I am so sorry, my sweet, I don't take your side

love mom

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Generations of Valor

          They stand together
          Soldiers young and old
          As we sit down beside them
          Their stories unfold

Tell me son
What happened to you
Please take your time
I wish to hear you through

    I was out on patrol
    Looking for improvised devices
    Their made of plastic now
    For modern sacrifices

    But this one was different
    It was set on remote
    Triggered at distance
    As the enemy gloat

    Catapulted, bleeding
    As i land on the sand
    My face lacerated
    As are my hands

    My left hand has gone
    As are my eyes
    My emotions are drained
    I can no longer cry

    I am flown home
    To Edwards Air Base
    Not the way i left
    A new tomorrow i face

My brave young son
I shall cry for you
Yes tomorrow is new
But we will see it through

    As he wipes his tears
    His son says to his father
    Tell me your story again
    So my thoughts again gather

Well it was so long ago
And although i am old
The horrors of wars
Should always be told

It was the 6th of June
The day the war had turned
And what we fought for

I was one of thousands
As we hit the beaches
Under heavy fire
Bodies bleeding, bodies bleached

After being pinned down for hours
We finally made a breakthrough
Their lines broken
Our determination pursued

Our objective, Bayeux
To cut off the road to Caen
Re-assemble and group
As we mean to go on

We were on the outskirts
As a 109E attacked
My platoon was strafed
As its bullets impact

I was hit three times
In my legs and chest
Shipped back home
Asking why i was blessed

After the war
In the Army i stayed
As an injury councillor
For other wars have been played

          Father and son stood together
          Hugged for tomorrow
          Yes, there will be more wars
          And what they bring is sorrow

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Though the crease begins to crumble
These old pages still run blue
Currents pulse beneath the surface
Pen-leaked ink that bled your truths
Pen-spun words that writhe like veins
Under skin and paper skies
Cold to touch, crept through your core
Settled clear in frozen eyes

So I’ll read you like a book
And I’ll write you pretty lies
Just to fill the empty space 
That’s revealed between the lines
Won’t you move a little closer?
Let it spill into your ear
The tide of breath that harboured
All the words you want to hear

Well I tried to kiss it better
Blood and bones to fuse the cleft
Bruised and broken, lips split open
From the effort, nothing’s left
So you say that I’m a sinner
Preach of hearts and ribs and fists
Well I may have made the plunge 
But you revelled in the twist

Now you’re tearing at your wounds
Sanctimonious with pain
Because it helps you ‘hear the music’
Yeah, it helps you play the game
If I pour a little salt
Will you smear it in your eyes?
Feel its grain twist round your lids
As you soliloquise

About the blame you tried to forge 
All the nights you wept and claimed
‘You can’t comprehend the world
Balanced firm between these blades’
No one told you it’s a lie 
And the story really goes
Constellations, superstitions
Are that Ancient’s only load

All the pretty rhymes and perfect crimes
You try to hide behind
Well they just serve to remind me
How you once spoke those old lines – 
‘Your tongue is as a rudder
Guiding vessels safe through storms
Moving mountains with inflections
Making ripples in reflections
Hollowed hull meets hallowed shores’

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Rwanda Wrongs

In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it

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Triumph of Love

You say there is no truth
Then why do you say it like it's true?
In this century of blood
We are lost symbols of love

I hang onto your every word
Like you're a despotic God assured
But what do you mean when you say
I am not who you are

A lie
You offer only one reply
"I know not who I am"

But my thoughts are spirals always unclear
And it keeps coming back
to this meaning that I lack
and I wonder, who am I to think
that art could save a wretch like me

Ideologies I pretend become my sanity
Love is no virtue just a vanity
I sink into my expressive appeal
Hoping it will all become clear, but it fails
I know not who I am
Just a sketch of me

So I stand at Gods door
and i hear the voices from the cathedral
When they blend they sound like angels
So I raise my voice hoping to reach them
but the range is too high way up in heaven

So I hold my tongue
Forget the song
Tie my shoe keep moving on
I hope someday
I may find
a sense of meaning that can't be combined
With these hateful words and ruined minds
That my friends all seem is theirs and mine
but not me
I am free

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' Jennie - Pennie (My Big Sister)

Everywhere I Look … I See Jennie
Short, Red-Hair and a Smile, So Bright and Pretty
Jeanette … my Older, Big Sister… I Wish I was More Like Her…
        … My Dear Jennie … My Sweet Jennie …

Treated me like I was Her Baby … That was Jennie
Helped me to be a Real-Lady … Just like Jennie
Taught me how to Share and just how to say my Prayers …
        … Jennie … Great Lady Jennie

She was in Her Early Adult Years and I was Young Too
… when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
            … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
        I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                … Oh Jennie … Loving Jennie …

In that Cold-Clinical-Room … Lay Jennie
She Would Be Leaving Soon – God ! … Not Jennie !
She asked me, ‘Did She Fulfill … God and Our Mama’s Will …?’
        Yes, You Did Jennie… I Said You Did Jennie !

… She was in Her Late, 40-Years, but Still, Much Too Young To…
… Like when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
                     … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
                    I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                           … Oh Jennie … I Love Jennie …

When I Wrote This Song … I was Missing Jennie
God … We Can’t Believe She’s Gone … I Loved Jennie
        Jennie-Pennie … You Kept Your Promise…
                  Mama Will Be Proud of Us…

… May Jesus, Call Jennie … When The Time Comes, Please Call Jennie
          Lord Call Jennie … Lord Call Mama … and Then Lord Call Me …

            Jennie, Left Loved Ones... February 29th, 1992 …
          I hate Leap-Years Now …. ‘til I Leap of Faith to You …
                     … Cancer … is Not A Loving Word ! ! !
                             Will It Be The Last I Heard ? …

                      In Memory of my Beloved Sister

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At War with Himself

His screams are deafening, but his smile warms me from head to toe
He’s in constant battle with himself.  Why can’t he let it go?
What torments his mind would leave you asking, what’s the big deal?
But to him, these struggles are all too real

“We’re out of waffles,” “we missed the bus,”
“Our plans have changed”; it all causes a fuss.
“You lied!” he yells and he believes it to be true.
To him, everything is black and white, as simple as 1+1 = 2
For him, plans don’t change.  Instead they were never to be.
He blames others for allowing the changes to happen, because he’s unable to see,
that some things are out of our control, no matter how much we prepare.
Does he not realize all the factors that contribute or does he just not care?

He sees things much differently than you and I
This can be a glorious thing, but it can also make me want to cry
He has such an amazing eye for detail and it shows in his artwork
But if things don’t go his way he can be an incredible jerk

I remind myself that he can’t help the way he reacts
He has ADHD and Anxiety Disorder; these are the facts
His outbursts drain me; in body and mind
And leave his little brother crying, “Can we rewind?”

It breaks my heart that I can’t do more.  
He’s a brilliant little boy, but his brain is at war.  
He worries more than any parent would.  
I wish there was a way to make him see that stressing doesn’t do any good.

He’s constantly working things out in his head.
Which makes it quite a challenge to get him to go to bed.
Unable to sit through a movie without multiple discussions about it,
His topics twist and turn, spanning the gamut.

He calls himself stupid, even threatens suicide.
His inner battles not only cause explosions, they also make him want to hide.
Fear of embarrassment and exile help him to contain his explosions at school.
But in the safety of his home, he has no concerns of acting the fool.

What I can provide him are boundaries, love, and support.
I need to maintain my patience and prevent my fuse from becoming short.
“Try Harder” is not an expression I frequent.
He’s trying as hard as he can to be decent.

Instead we have an agreement that we’re both allowed to make mistakes.
As long as we apologize and continue to try, growth can never come too late.

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i remember when my son was 8 years old                                                                                 
he was a good boy                                                                                                                       
he would go out and find old tires to sell                                                                                   
so we could have something to eat                                                                                           
at the time it was hard four me to raising my kids all alone                                                    
with no one to help execpt my 8 year old son going out making money to give me               
i love my children with all my heart they mean the world to me                                              
i look out these days, you dont see 8 year old boys trying to help feed there family             
instead you see 8 year old boys joining gangs and getting in trouble                                     
i thank the lord every day that my son didn't join the gangs and get in to trouble.

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Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
forget how hard words are,
tremble like a dove...
touch my warm hand and believe in me for certain:
my trust is never ending.

Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
don't hang on useless fear,
look back, see how we really loved.

When joy made us smile,
and we passionately touched
without saying a word...   
as the bright moon stopped awhile,
when all stars brightened the sky.

But tonight darkness stays,
and we despair; and we
lose our faith in destiny.

Our rainbow of yesterday
won't reappear today
with the Heaven above;
come, I'll teach you sweet love.

Entered in John Heck's contest,"Sondheim on Sondheim".
The song is entitled, "No More" from the musical " Into The Woods".

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his lover

With a ring and a kiss he vowed.
Swore to take no other.

Like 2 rainbows who share 1 cloud.
But soon he had a lover.

I was growing a belly that wouldn’t hide.
She was as slender as a line.

I gave him stress with the life inside.
She gave feelings so divine.

Now I am alone broken hearted and scorn.
I found the strength to ask why?

He promised to stop when the baby was born.
nothing it was just one more lie.

But why would he choose us over her?
She takes away all of his pain.

His everyday life becomes nothing but blur.
She is heroin. She is cocaine.

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My father whispered the word in my ear...


All of a sudden life turned into great fear.


Such an awful sounding word.


Makes me think we live in an awful world.


Will power...

Crumbles just like a flower.

Left in pain and agony for all to see.

That someone could lack so much care.

It's hard to even take a breath of air.

Will power...


My father whispered the word in my ear...


All of a sudden life turned into great fear.


Such an awful sounding word.


Makes me think we live in an awful world.


Plaguing my mind with intruding thoughts of death.

Maybe this will be my last breath.

Insanity is the only thing left.

With decades of torture and silence.

The only thing left to do is die!

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Exhibition in Memory

Abstracts hang:
sterling silver frames,
matted in motif,
celebrating Artist.
An exhibit, ten years old,
collects dust, forcing recollection.
The mortuary – Boyhood Curiosity.
Mother: Naked. Stretched. Stiff. Grey.

Tin baking dishes engulfed the counters.
Great aunts and second cousins crowded our sofas.
Somber chatter and pats on the head stung.
Clasping my girl’s hand, I twisted my door knob 
quietly. Their chatter continued. 
I escaped into her for my first kiss: 
tear salt and cherry lip gloss.

Tuna casserole and ambrosia slopped
into lunch boxes. The cold steel of fresh
cut key tapped on chest, pulled the string around
my neck, leaving a rash. I walked into our empty house.
The walls echoed.  Odor from cold spiral ham
replaced aroma of fresh cookies and oil paint.

Art followed Artist.  Canvases were laid on the autopsy
table, framed for their wake.
Dressed in their Dynamic Blue, 
Electric Lime and Habanero Red, 
the dirging dead
hang on wall.

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The Ballad of a Boy

Father, dear father I'm lost and alone I've tried to make it out here on my own But I've stumbled and fallen again and again I'm tired dear father too tired to get up on my own Hold on dear father don't look at me yet Let me wipe away these tears my hearts been a cryin' I'm so sorry father I'm no man today Take me in your arms father and take me away The worlds so big father, I just never knew I thought with some elbow grease and a little can do That this world, with a smile and hug, would welcome me But no, their just not ou I tried dear father, really I did To make a name for myself Alas I'm only a kid Please dear father take me home

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His Gift of Love

I have a very special gift.
One you may long to see.
From the Christ who died so long ago 
for the souls of you and me.

He didn’t have to do it.
No wonder that we cried,
To know ‘twas for our sins 
Dear Jesus that day died.

As he dragged His cross up to that hill,
knowing all the while
the price he’d pay was for our bill
He somehow trudged that mile.

A crown of thorns upon His head;
nails driven in His hands and feet.
All the wounds oh, how they bled.
What torture He should meet.

Hanging there upon that tree
while we looked on in shame.
Dying there to set us free
He never placed the blame.

Knowing it was He alone 
who could save us from our fates,
He looked upward to the throne
far beyond Heaven’s pearly gates.

For our mercy He was pleading.
The pain was oh so grand.
For us He hung their bleeding.
Reaching for His Father’s hand.

The Heaven’s began to thunder
as the sky went black.
There we watched in wonder
as the Father turned His back.

Upon His Son he could not look
as our sins to Him were cast.
Each was stricken from the Book 
our debts were paid at last.

Had not He come upon that day
and died to set us free;
what a price we would pay
for all eternity. 

The gift that He has given,
meant for each of us to share,
is a home up in Heaven.
He’s waiting for you there

All your sins now pardoned.
Making the path to Him so clear.
Please let not your hearts be hardened,
by the evils oh so near

The time has come to stake your claim.
No longer should you wait.
For you’d have only you to blame
if turned from Heaven’s Gate

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My life, My world, My heart

It hurts to breathe
Without you here with me
I just wish i was enough
But I know you’re better off
I wish I could be
All you want me to be
All that you deserve
But I know that you are
Better off without me
You have a life
I could never give you
No matter how hard I try
You are my whole world
Believe it or not it’s true
But you’re better off without me
I miss you so much it hurts
And I wanna wrap you in my arms
And never let go
You make me wanna be a better person
Even though your not here
My heart is breaking
Everyday you’re not here
But I know you’re better off
You got a better life
Then i could ever give
But you’re worth it
Just to have a better life
Then I could ever give you
You always will be
My life, My world, My heart
I’m sorry I couldn’t be
What you deserve
But please know,no matter what
One thing will never change
You will always be
No matter what anyone says
My life, My world, My heart
And i hope, someday
One day, I will make you proud
I love you more than you’ll ever know
My life, My world, My heart.

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Mother of a teenager

   He has spoken some words, He has broken my heart,
 This is my son my oldest whom I've loved from the start.
 Where have I gone wrong, what have I done,
To feel such hatred and anger from my first born son.
I've shown him love and never quit when things got tough,
 I'm not sure where this is going but I know it will be rough.
 I think I've done well, I always taught him right,
 Is this just a phase will it get better over night?
I am afraid of what may come, Not sure what to do,
Should I step back a while , and let go for a few?
My mind is overwhelmed with worry and fear,
 He'll be an adult in less than a year.
Where do I go to become what he needs?
I thought i worked hard and planted all the seeds,
He is angry , and lost I know he doesn't want to hurt me,
 He's my little boy, I just want him to see,
 I will never be his enemy, I will always be there,
What he is feeling I may not understand but I do care.
 This is boy  my heart and my soul,
Is this what happens as they grow older?
 Lord give me the strength give me the wisdom to get thru this,
 Let me be what he needs there's not a moment I want to miss.
 I am broken right now and lost in my sadness at this time,
 I hope we can make it, and soon get passed this and climb.
 Further and further in life as we go,
we need these things to happen to help us grow.
Now as a Mother and lost ,hurt and confused,
 I pray we will make it and soon know what to do.

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Song without a voice

A saddest song within me idly pursed
Is lodged in lyrical melancholy.
A muted voice attempts to sing a verse
But only soundless words escape from me.
Its somber composition might as well
Be blank without a pleasing melody.
The lyrics are lost as sinners in Hell.
The couplet verses filled with self-pity.
An aria within my doleful soul;
A piece that never will be heard by ears.
A single opus creation, surreal
And limited, saddening with no tears.
A song without a voice to sing it's sad
Refrain-enough to drive me raving mad.

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At a young age i was abandoned
most of my life i felt like nothing
Asking questions that will never be

My mind feels disassembled
not knowing what i did to deserve this
and are these growing pains really worth it
was i meant to be or an accident you see,
this just doesn't make sense to me.

Such a young age lost my innocence
trying to feel love, but only getting resistance
and the distance, is so far can't be reached by
train or car.

Did you ever really want me to be dad
how do you even sleep, i bet not bad
well im glad, im not like you
and all the feelings of missing and hurting 
are through, from your abandonment.

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missing my baby

blues eyes and blond hair,
the reason my lungs breath air.
little smile with puffy cheeks,
for you, my heart always seeks.

little fingers covered in mud,
part of me, flesh and blood.
tiny torso with ticklish ribs,
don't listen to that mans fibs.

each day, one at a time,
good reasons for this rhyme.
i miss you with all my heart,
too much time spent apart.

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Drop down
Heaven sent,
Catch me with your final breath
One wish,
To rule them all,
Try your hardest to survive the fall
Tick tock
The clock is ticking
Seemingly my hear it beating
For you
And now I'm screaming
To get away
From everything that you do 
To me
Now I'm trying so hard to see
The way you believe
Believe in everything
And I'm dying to hear you say
You will love me everyday
And I'm just dying to hear you say
You will love me in every way
So drop down
Heaven sent,
Take me away from this awful mess

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Ode to Brock

He's so spirited and free,
Hardworker and sweet.
He's a follower of God,
And a holder of our love.
From lawn mower to drumer,
From son,
To significant other.
He'll always be here.
He'll always be near.
He'll never be forgotten.
He's my cousin through and through.
I love him dearly and that won't ever disappear.
So here's to you, Brock.
Your strength inspires us all.

For those who read this and don't understand, my cousin Brock was diagnosed with a 
cancerous brain tumor many months ago. He's been battling it quite a long time and seemed 
to be doing much better. Recently, I learned from my aunt that the cancer has spread and 
he's not going to make it. He has mere weeks left. I love Brock dearly and pray for him 
constantly. His strength brought me courage to overcome stupid fears in my life. Instead of 
mourning his impending death, I've decided to celebrate his life and what he gave to us 
without having to say a word for that's how he's always been.

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to your dismay

I saw a family starving, striving to survive
The father couldn’t get a job
Purses being snatched
The old man was too noble to rob
Passed two white children with dirty faces
Their smiles we’re worth a thousand daisies
Their hopes been misused, and abused
And it’s far from racial 
Because poverty doesn’t equal places
My stomach worries 
But my appetites been driven tasteless
I’ve been viewing your post 
Reading your comments
And at times it’s torment
I write to comfort my conscience 
But there are times 
Life can knock us unconscious 
I guess in this inhumane world 
We can only be monsters
You either move along or you are moved on
A response to value
To those who seem to want to sooth my songs
The poetry runs deep and touches home
Our most tempered moments unknown
Someone to carry you on, to and from 
My worries going nowhere
Thieves running with liquor
Lost on welfare
Trading stamps for clothes and worse
In case she wants to make a deal
She carries her wic with her 
And it seems no one notices anything 
Until it’s too late
Gunned down, hit twelve times in the back
No mercy, I guess it was a due fate 
It’s a constant battle of ignorance versus change 
Telling me not to hold so much hate
But it’s the resentment I feel
That’s why I’ll never change
And to whom shall I pray 
When it’s the same god 
Whom shelters my enemies

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Little Marker

we found your little stone page and just stared.
reading the name over  and over until  it blurred.
you were here and gone in that one time of april
struggling to breathe, but you just weren't able, now
above this plotted spot, you've risen, and we know that 
to be so, yet our gaze is still on your name that is written..

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whispers of deceit

telling me, you in love with me
im the one you need
tellin me, you missin me
when youre lonely

you tellin me,
you dream of my smile
thinkin of me, is well worth while
"yes i know"
but youre lyin to me
boy you must think im crazy

"this nothing but"

telling me, you in love with me
im the one you need
tellin me, you missin me
when youre lonely

inside of me
there is good news
imma spread my wings
and get rid of you
boy you just dont know
i dont need you
you full of
words of deceit

"this nothin but"

Boy verse: 

sayyyyy, money green
i can buy you nice things
new house, new car
with some nice bling
dont jump ship
give me a second chance
let me prove, I can be a better man
you a dyme, (naw)
you a silver dolla
heres my digits
wont you give a nig
a holla

girl verse:

you full of

tellin me, you in love with me
im the one you need
tellin me, you missin me
when youre lonely

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Too Young

Only 14 years old, didn’t know what she was doing, but he did. Laid her down on 
the bed telling her
“It’s going to be just fine”.
Taking off all her clothes, taking yours off too. She didn’t know no better, she 
thought this was love. He knew all the right things to tell her, they didn’t use a 
Two months later still no period, she is so scared. From the sickness, putting on 
weight, she knew what you had done. When she tried to tell you, you didn’t listen. 
All you said was
“It’s not my baby, I used a condom”. Everybody was thinking she was a hoe.
When she told her mother she was five months, all her mother did was cry. She 
was suppose to be her little angel, she wasn’t no more, she felt alone.
Her mother not talking to her, the daddy not being around, she thought she was 
ready to die. But when she had that little baby boy, she had somebody to love. 
Now her life was complete again.
She also missed going to parties, movies, just being a teenager period. She had 
t o grow up fast. Now she has a reasonability to deal with. She thanks the Lord 
everyday for bringing her son in her life. And for giving her this experience. Now 
she knows not to do it again

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Son Rise (from Scenes from Above)

Wave goodbye Tomorrow 
Die, drown another victim in yesterdays sorrow
This is goodbye tomorrow 
No tides to borrow 
So goodbye tomorrow 
Yesterday gone, tomorrow not shown 
Today just a repetition of a sinners definition 
My hopes shattered 
How do I cope with my tears and matter 
Drooling of fantasy's when you had her
A poor mans paradise 
Adversity and no cares about life 
Living in hell and loving it 
Pivoting through bail and shoving it 
Shoulder blades cracked, collar bones crumbled 
Older, outdated, fact is to remain humble
Cemetery lust 
Post marriage life and fussing is a must 
Burning eyelids 
Is there even a such thing as baby's dying of SIDDS 
Irresponsibility, parent-hood and no agility 
Rapper and murderer's 
Yall are cursed, so don't even refer to us 
I'm blessed with stress, my life's a mess 
But for me happiness is only a test 
And when you see that sudden glow in my eyes
And the room flow's with goodbyes 
It will all come as no surprise 
That as I pray for tomorrow
I'll be taken before sunrise 
And maybe I'll get to witness again his Son Rise

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Letting go

 I love you, you said
 So we didn't get out of bed
 Marry me you said
 And it went straight to my head
 Funny I thought how the words were true
 Silly of me to really love you
 A game that you played 
 And oh, I would have stayed
 To hurt and to cry
 Only every night
 But I didn't know love
 Wasn't really supposed to hurt 
 I didn't know you 
 And that is more true
 But I made a life inside
 And lived with it not being so right
 And when you told me to leave
 You cried in my arms, I begged you please
 Don't let me go, 
 From the only thing i did know
 But you made me face the world alone
 With a new baby in my arms
 And I didn't know why
 All the times you would spy
 Wanting us from afar
 But not giving us your heart
 And now I've moved on, yet here you are
 I have to say he's my shining star
 Where have you been, I no longer care
 Of dreams lost and memories shared
 I still don't know you, I can laugh in your face
 And love the one who has taken your place
 So go away, it's been years too late
 Who are you to mess with my fate
Who are you to say where is my son
 Is he smart, is he funny, is he the one
 To make it to the top of every mountain
 Every limb, tell me all about him
 And I say oh, yes, all of the above
 But it wasn't you that showed him all the love
 Where were you the nights he cried
 From fevers, sick, up all night
 When he laughed, when he fell
 Learned to count, and broke out of his shell
 It was someone that stepped on your plate
 Someone who will stay up late
 If he needs to talk, can't sleep
 Helps with the homework, helps him believe
 He is all that he is, and only more
 Shows him options, and to open every door
 Of life, of love, of hope, of trust
 So sit back and watch if you must
 But don't say you're sorry, don't say you're wrong
 That it should've been you all along
 Because I made it happen I make us see
 There is no other, no one like him or like me

Details | I do not know? | |

People Die, Love Does Not

Cursed with the silence of a thousand years, he entered the land of the lost. Without giving more than a quick glance, His eyes remained locked shut, For he knew that they could not handle such a terror. He cried for the first time, as his Father was lowered six feet into the Earth. He unwillingly watched, While his whole being was filled with the utmost horrific form of agony imaginable. As the burial came to an end, everyone came to him and apologized. They do not realize that this only causes his suffering to grow. When the crowd dispersed, All that was left was him and a flower covered grave. He sat until the moon rose, and finally spoke. "I love you, Dad."

Details | Rhyme | |

" The Life Of Me " page 2 of 2

So in 83 i met a girl, Nicola's her name, my heart was a whirl 
We courted and married, in the space of 3 years 
It changed my life, disquelled previous tears 
Over the years, we are blessed with 4 kids 
Nightmares of the past, are now well rid

It's now 2008 and i'm feeling so low, just as lonely as i was before
There's various reasons for this lines to be said, as i stare at our house front door.
Dare i go through, but do i dare
James, it's not just about you - but your childrens welfare

What will i find inside or out, if someone can help me, please give me a shout
Will i ever find, what i'm looking for  - in this world or the next
It will be through my last door

" Well i have found what i am looking for, it's being read on this wonderful site - my
poetry. But the bigger plus is the people who are reading it, Poetry Soup Family "
                                                       ( Bless you all )


Details | Senryu | |

We Will Remember Them

Dying for Freedom
American and British soldiers
Will be remembered


" Dedicated to the losses our countries are taking to fight for our freedom "
                                 Haiku or Senryu matters not

Details | I do not know? | |

Queen of Nothing

This lady for whom which no one knows
radiates her own outward glow.
She walks around doing whatever she can
just so she may be noticed by her man.
She seems so happy as it may seem
walking around like it's one grand dream.
Yet it turns out this dream wont come true
for the stupid things they do to you.
Yet you go on and let them spit in your face
even still, you'll walk with such grace.
When will the time come when you take your throne
while the tables turn as They weep and moan.
You won't have castles, armies, or wealth
but it doesn't matter because you'll be in charge of your self.
Right now you are only the Queen of Nothing
until the day comes when you find that something.
For it will bring you pride and joy
like a little kid who got a new toy.
This item isn't something you can go out and buy.
Reason being it's your Dignity. It's your Pride.

I love you Mom and i hope you realize it and find your true self before it is too late 
to save. For the loss of you would hurt me more then hell itself.

Details | I do not know? | |

My Mask

I cry so many times and yet no one sees it
I cry so deep in my heart and yet no one hears it
sadly I can look you in the face and show you joy
when deep down I feel pain,I can give you smiles 
with my words and never let on I'm in pain ,my mask 
is well and you'll never see it,for you see I've learned to disguise it,
I can give you love and never know it,why because I stopped learninig how to 
show it.

Details | Free verse | |

Cigarette Man

Just another day waking up to a cold empty house
The breath dragging deep outta my lungs
I walk outside and light up the morning's cigarette
Breathing in the smoke deep deep in my lungs

Emptyness as far as I can see against the shining sun
And brillant blue of the morning sky
But inside the gray clouds and storms brew, roll
Prayer that goes on don't let anyone see inside my heart

(This is a writing by my grandson who lives with me.)

Details | Personification | |

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!”

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Good -Bye Sonny

Good -Bye Sonny

Sonny was the talk of the town 
and when the neighbors passed by
they  would so often frown
for Sonny was an outcast
one who would take, but never ask
He drank his Spirits from a flask
and couldnt deal with much of a task
Sonny's mom had to go out with a mask
because of all the questions 
that the neighbors would ask
he wouldnt care if she shed a tear
or if her dress flew in the air
and he wouldnt care when the neighbors
passed by in order to stare

Now his mom's emotions were all spent
and to her name she had barely a cent
and she wondered of the length of her torment.

"How long will my torment last?", 
"How much longer?"she' would ask
Then one day, she took that flight
and went toward that white light
that was so bright in her sight
just to end her day and finish off her night.
Good-bye Sonny

McCuen Copyright October 2008

Details | ABC | |

My Son

What happened to my little one,
Who's small hand fit in mine?
What happened to the quiet time,
That we would always find?

He's growing up so fast now,
And soon he'll be a man.
I hope I've given him guidance, 
I think I've done the best I can.

He gives me reason to smile,
With each and every passing day.
And I believe he has grown to be,
A good man in every way.

Of course he is not perfect,
I expect that he'll make mistakes.
As long as he takes responsibility,
And always does what it takes.

I have always tried to teach him one thing,
I really hope that he has taken heed.
To always be kind to other people,
And try to help those who are in need.

Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Out Of Here {Footle}

if you 
    feel blue

           can't forgive
                 just snive

                         the one
                             your son

                                        you love

                                                   you won't
                                                         and don't

                                                              love 'em 
                                                                   leave 'em

                                                                            for long
                                                                                   he's gone

Please let your son's and daughters know
they are loved and wanted no matter what

This is my entry for Jim Fish's Contest
Love And Forgiveness

Details | I do not know? | |

Origin Of Tears

Tears of a bitter past,
And a hopeless tomorrow,
All for joys that never last,
And a memory drowned by sorrow.

Tears of a forgotten son,
For the parents he's never known.
Afraid of what he hasn't done,
And of living all alone.

Tears of the mother
Who was left to die,
And the pain from another
Who never said goodbye.

Tears for a happy end,
That we all hope is there,
For a broken heart to never mend,
And the pain you cannot bare.

Details | Free verse | |

Darling boy



Monkey arms swing by your side,
You still love steam-trains 'cause of Thomas.

Simple and pure as the dew are your desires,
Your smile more real than the sun's first rays.

A heart untainted 
...but unrefined.
Right now it never can be mine.
My heart caves in.

Baby boy, I'm not your mother,
Puppy eyes beg me to smother
You, your heart, our life together.
An Oedipus complex we just can't weather.

Darling I need more than you give
We're not dead but we don't know how to live
My darling, my baby, my love, my hope
Ebbs quietly, softly away with my smile.

Details | Free verse | |

David Peltzer

I sit on my hands
At the bottom of the stairs
When will she call?
When can I move?

My mind wanders in the darkness
My soul takes flight
And my mind has wings
I am free
I see the cottage
The Red Woods
The stream
I am home

Being called back to reality
I stand and run
The Mother calls once more
Once again my world has stopped
Her unloving hand
My unloved face
Once more they meet

Details | Lyric | |

piss poor of a man

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

i dont see
why you cant get it right
you come in-late at night
we start to-fuss and fight
youre not actin right

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

im the kind -
who speaks her mind
boy you wasting my time
i think you should leave
cuz you keep hurting me

plz dont testify
dont wanna here no lies
you can not change my mind
you wasting your time

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

i guess you cant 
get it right
you will never
get it right
all i asked of you
was to treat me right

you slept around
"back then"
you even slept
"with my friend"
youre trifflin
"to the end"
you and me
"never again"

you never payed a bill
never asked how i feel
you never payed attention
never take time to listen

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

you think
you got it like that
when in fact it's not like that
you need to step on back
listen to all these facts

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

Details | Rhyme | |

Please Get Here Son

Please get here son,
the day is almost done.

Will you get here  like your dad promised or will their be a delay?
I am awaiting anxiously with much dismay.

Please get here son, its been so long,
this separation seems very wrong.

Please get here son, the wait is great,
Your late, your late!

Details | Lyric | |

Make Believe

Verse 1:  I know that I made a lot of mistakes/ and it's too late/ to fix things/ and 
I'm trying to start a fresh anew/ but you keep telling me we're through/ and I'm 
telling you-u-u/ 

Chorus:  Why can't we just pretend/ so we can start over again/ like things never 
happened/ but no matter how hard I try for us to be/ it'll just be make believe/ it'll 
just be make believe/

Verse 2:  i can understand why/ you can't get over what I did/ and I know it hurts/ 
I'm putting salt all over your burns/ but I can't help what I feel inside/ I want you 
back In my life/ i know you still love me/ so don't tell me/ that this is just make 

Chorus: 3x

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To Unknown God

To Unknown God,

You know…

I cried, nights after nights;
I fought attacks after attacks;
I hid my self in the dark;
Where were you when I needed you most?

You know…

I was not Job, neither was I David;
It was just me…young and weak;
The dark knight shattered my innocence;
Where were you when I needed you most?


I felt…the blessings,
For my sufferings, I became strong;
Alas, the golden sun now shines on me;
Is it you who make it shine?

You know…

Today, I am a poet,
Writing poems, one after the other;
Happy and full of life, one thing thou, 
Please erase, the bitter memories, in my heart.

You know…

I was a young poet, then;
Now is only the re-birth…of olden dream,
And, of the old self;
For my strength, I thank you, O, Father.

Details | Quatrain | |


I relayed on trust
more than affection;
watching every move,
instead of watching the flowers slowly bloom.

Wondering where love went,
chasing after the illusion
of bringing it back where it was;
and realizing the impossibility, I'm so saddened.

You wanted more than understanding,
warm hands to hold and the fire of desire...
to let you ride on your fantasy star;
and I regret all that I didn't give you with real feeling.

Wondering where love went,
and what is the lesson that 
life has taught me? Never wait
for others, just trust your instinct and shun every doubt.

Wondering where love went,
seeing happy lovers, engaging in romance,
who they have found their paradise; 
I was looking for mine in someone whom I didn't love enough...

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |

What Hasnt Been Named

The blood was so red,
Mixed within the water,
I tried not to look,
At what my eyes where ashamed of.
Yet it held my gaze,
Like a lover lost,
In his angels soul.

I held you tightly,
Embracing our pain,
I could feel you shake,
The fear in your tears,
Overpowering what was suppose to be,
As you called out my name,
I pulled the plug,
Wishing for forgiveness.

The tornado came,
As I watched what was once my dream,
Spiral and spin,
Its sound of thunder,
How can this be such a perfect storm,
That has yet to be named.

I ran more water,
Hot became cold,
In library time,
I recalled what was told,
Just hours before I had accepted,
Everything was suppose to be ok,
It wasn’t going to rain,
Not today not ever,
I can still see the stain.

I silently asked why,
You so loudly called out my name,
Over and over again and again,
Both asking questions,
How can we fix this pain,
Of flooding confusion…
The answers never came.

I tried not to get sick,
I tried to be strong,
As I hid your eyes,
My chest wet with your dreams,
Things started to spin,
All I could do was pray,
Please give me back,
What hasn’t been named.

Details | Free verse | |

somewhere to go

the wind that creeps
that softly speaks
that constantly weeps
which loudly pleads
its case to be free

the sky of gray
sky of gray
treacherous days
treacherous days
this wretched phase
in which i fade

the storm that howls
from seven sea
the rebel cries of revelry
the trees that whisper
their tales to tell
the ring of bells still frightens me

give your pain a sheltered hide
look for vision in the sky
let all of the people know
behind the sky is a place to go

keep on running
keep on keepin' now
you've got to keep escapin'
the beasts are on the prowl
the beasts are on the prowl
And they're comin' now

Details | Rhyme | |


Santa Clause, Santa Clause
Please hear me speak
This may be my last wish
Things are looking bleak
My wishes in the past
Were always about fun
Now with all my heart
I have a special one
I know it will be tough
I'll never ask again
But my little boy is dying
He's only turning ten
Just about a week ago
We were in a crash
Never saw what hit us
It happened in a flash
Dad and mom had died
My son is here with me
I cannot live without him
Santa can you see
His mom would surely miss him
His sister will always cry
He has so many friends
He's needed more than I
If you could talk to God
Plead to him my case
My one and only wish
To let me take his place
I have lived a lifetime
But his has just begun
My wish this year for Christmas
Take me in place of my son..

Details | Elegy | |

Go Join the Rain

An old man sat on his porch
rocking his life away
watching the sun fade in the horizon
each and every day

He wondered of all the days gone by
all the memories he had lived
trying to remember the reasons why
he chose the life he did

The old man who rocked the chair
was burdened by years of pain
but I told him not to close his eyes
for there is beauty in the rain 

The old man said many things that day
and one sounded like goodbye
so I touched his hand asking him to stay
but his head lay silent at his side

I rocked him in the evening wind
silently beginning to cry
knowing I didn’t ease the pain
my father carried inside

Old man you tried to rock away
those many years of pain
but decided to open your eyes
and join the beauty in the rain

Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #278 / Stranger

When I saw your face
I crept out of my quiet place
and saw the light of day
but it’d been so long
since I saw the sun
and I didn’t know what to say

I’m no stranger to this feeling
I’m no stranger to love
but I’m a stranger to a heart that’s true
and I’m a stranger to you

When I heard them say your name
I thought it was my own
and I dreamt we were two marble statues
cut from the same stone

I’m no stranger to this feeling
I’m no stranger to love
but I’m a stranger to a heart that’s true
and I’m a stranger to you

So I’ll crawl back to my quiet place
and wait for the sun to rise
maybe someday I’ll see your love shining through
in someone else’s eyes

I’m no stranger to this feeling
I’m no stranger to love
but I’m a stranger to a heart that’s true
and I’m a stranger to you

I’m no stranger to this feeling
I’m no stranger to love
but I’m a stranger to a heart that’s true
and I’m a stranger to you
to you

Intro: E
Verse: Fsharpm D A E
Chorus: A B Csharp Fsharp
A B Csharp Dsharp
Bridge: Bm G D A)

Details | Ballad | |


This internal conflict 
I cannot fight 
This is not black and white 
This unreasoned spite 

I cannot get through 
I have tried 
This message lost too, 
lost in the deep wide 

Two forces collide, 
the pieces scattered 
far and wide 
Years to track down what mattered 

This restless angry sea 
throws its might at me 
Waves of emotion 
Seething ocean 

What can I repair? 
This loss of tranquillity 
It is so unfair! 
Am I losing my sensibility? 

Is this damage done? 
Have I lost a son? 
Has the restless angry sea won? 

The lost message, 
floating on angry restless sea 
It must be me 
The things I might have done, 
to make me think 
Before I sink 
Before my son 

I cannot get through 
He wont let me too 
Rising sea, 
beating its waves on me 

This storm must stop 
I am ready to drop 
Seething sea, 
throwing its'self at me 
Waves of emotion 
Restless ocean 

This conflict, I cannot fight, 
peace is a right 
This restless angry sea, 
upon storm tossed message 
that is me 

Details | Epic | |

Battle Field

A heart is like a battle field with 
the blood pumping into its viens.
Its just like being on that battle 
field with mud and rain.
All those men died and suffered,
they still didnt gain any comfort.
The heart from a dead soliders mother,
Her pain cant go no further.
Its just like the black panthers,
so quick to say "Black power"my borther.
A heart is like a battle field
Broken, scarned, torn, hurt, 
but at the end.
Mind, loved, sheltered, victory.
The battle of the heart is now over.

Details | Free verse | |

Kyle (Mrs. Bodners Poem)

“There is no one to blame
No one to blame. . .” I used to; sometimes I still do,
Whisper these words over and over
On nights like this endless eve
Telling myself, telling myself

The night is silent and still
Like the moon and the stars
The very heavens are quiet tonight
Quiet like his soul through these leaves
Do they know?
The stars I mean
Do they know of the chasm across my heart?
Can they see the rent through my soul?
And do the stars
Do you cry out at night in frustration, horrible sadness?
Do you scream out your soul?
Because my friend, her son is dead tonight
Do you hear me do you care?
That his mother sits alone
Crooning softly holding his empty shirt
Like she holds the memories
Of his smiling face
His laughter

Does any of this matter to you
As you sit there gazing down at me, at her, at us?
And when his light vanished from our lives
Did you notice?
Did you notice his light missing from the universe?
Did you feel it like I do, like she does, we do
Like his mother does, always will
Like emptiness inside her womb
The sudden and irrevocable gulf inside our lives
Did you feel the hole
My friend, her son
His life
Left behind

There is no one to blame no one
For the death of my friend
So why do I blame myself?
Why do you?
Why do you wonder once more all over again?
What more you could have done
Why do I?
I know why, I know, I do
I do

I love my friend
I miss you
She does, we do

Details | Free verse | |


I'm old, older than yesterday but yesterday is dead. 
Sighed its last breath, stroked its last caress, on me. 

They make you older you know 
Grate on you, love you and you cradle them and they spit on you. 

Like I did to them in turn out of purity 
Oh the innocence, malevolence born evil and they kissed me. 

They will breed and destroy me. 
Age, you're in my eyes weighted lines now in my face cracking and splitting at the seams. 

I hold him close to my breastplate drawing a bridge to shelter me.
Building a wall that will break me

Details | Free verse | |

The Gamin: From the Diary of Herald Hermit

I visited my sister-in-law at the hospital today
She had a beautiful baby boy of six pounds, seven ounces
His hair and eyes were painted brown and his brittle body had a big belly button 
with a bright bouffant tattoo on his bottom
He looked at me with eyes ironic of a curious cat; and quickly stared at his 
mother who was motionless asleep
With failed attempts to gather words to speak....
He cried, and cried, and cried...
Awakened by his tears she fed him

(An excruciating pain bites my body when the future breaks my present mirror)
And then the sky clouds filled my eyes
I watched as this baby boy inhaled seven years
Walking the streets as a gamin
No whereabouts, no nothing, my nephew...
His eyes were painted brown as was his hair
With eyes ironic of a curious cat
Upon the grave of his mother, motionless asleep
He cried, and cried, and cried

The pain had left my body
Six pounds, seven ounces
The mother awoke

Details | Elegy | |

It takes 26 days to get to heaven

My angel came from heaven.. Though I had to give him back,
Too soon for my liking, for it was out of my hands.

Please let me hold him. I want to brush my lips
against his cheek. . But it was not to be,
as he would be gone in a few short weeks.

He would not die in vain I kept telling myself,
He'd not be forgotten on some dusty shelf.

A child so small can he really make 
a difference?.. Oh yes beamed our lord as my 
son made his entrance..
I will always grieve for this small son of mine,
proof of these empty arms by my side.

Yes the years have passed but the shattered
dream is still there, I have proof of this each
time I hold his lock of hair.

I know that he gave so that  others could live,
Whenever I think of him I try to remember this.

So long my dear son, please don't stray too far.
for if you do, it will surely again break my heart...

My son was born 17 weeks premature on 9/11/1988. He should have never made it out of 
the operating room alive let alone survived 26 more days.He weighed 1Lb and was only 
11'' long. By the time he died he weighed under a pound. His skin was so translucent that 
you could see through his tiny hands.I was so desperate for him to live that I enrolled him 
into an experimental study for a drug that would rapidly grow his lung tissue.He ended up 
developing pneumonia in his tiny lungs and within 24 hours we realized that we were 
prolonging his death not his life. So we ended the life support and cradled him as he 
passed. The one and only good thing that came out of this is that the drug was approved, 
and today thousands of premmies are alive because of this life saving drug. Here in 
St.paul, minnesota at the childrens hospital, there is a tree planted in his honor. The part of 
my poem that says he gave so others could live.. well, this is what i meant(the experimental 

Details | Lyric | |


Definitely, these eyes used to charm me away,
they made me fall in love so quickly;
no, I didn't mind anyway!

Memories are as lasting as gold can really be,
there are no tears without goodbye;
now, I ask you to reconsider me!

You shouldn't have to go,
I'm too sure you would stay:
you can live in my song; 
o how I would shout my hooray!

Definitely, I am that man who loves to say...
how you need his arms to dream away;
oh, just let him take you away!

You shouldn't have to go,
I'm too sure you would stay:
you can live in my song;
o how I would shout my hooray!

Entered in John Heck's Beatlemania Sing Along Contest

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

Details | I do not know? | |

Little Soldiers Toys

The little Star wars figure is covered in mud,but sturdy and staunch he stands.
A Hot wheels car covered by rust ,still runs with all it's wheels.
Plastic Army soldiers bathed in the blackened earth, till scrubbed
Time was when these toys were new; hot wheel shiny metallic blue .
Of innocence he touched, loved and knew.
Afternoon battles with cousins and friends  ,Covered in peanut butter crackers 
and jam.
Playing in the garden of grass,rock and dirt ; toys got buried ,left in the dark. 
Until time and weathered long lost friends reappeared.
Magically sniffed and dug up by Pippy , our beagle pup
We took in that  first  year , you left to join up .
The treasures she'd find and placed in my hand,
filled my heart when I was sad, and I believed
She comforted me ,knowing you'd return from war someday ....

Details | I do not know? | |

Dylan Blue

Welcome to the softened moon, sweet fresh one.
The most gracious gift I have now received.
A new baby, a fresh beauty budling.
Wrapped in ecstatic delight delivered 
by the Goddess herself.
Into my arms to be nurtured, to seek the sky, to dream with orchids.
Unwrapped by life, a slow turning proceeds.
I am helpless, for I know growth.
Beauty and Pain, all at once.
I am learning to let go as you grow, slowly..
May the world be ever worthy of my child.

Details | I do not know? | |


there they remain
fulfilling the ear
giving you pain
saying he loves you
lies of flame
u dont realize
it's nothing but a game
wake up baby girl
he so lame 
yall went on a date 
and he dont remember your name
saying you the 1st girl he been with
feeding you lies on the love train
stringing you alone taking your heart for
a ride
and all he have is 3 letters
pinned for his name

Details | Free verse | |

My Friends Brother/I guess it was his time

My friends brother,
Died Sunday, July 8, 2007
Born September 19, 1989
But I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
He was 17 years old
A senior in highschool
He almost made it
But I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
In about ten years nobody will remember
That faitful day at Franklin Creek
Except for his grieving family
I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
Brandon Earl Peterson
York Highschool
Son of  Janet and Earl Peterson
Brother of Courtney Nicole and Amber Brooke Peterson
I guess it was his time,

Details | I do not know? | |

I'm responsible for my son's death

(This is a fictional poem)

I feel nothing but grief and pain every single day.
My wife told me not to buy our son that motorcycle but I bought it anyway.
While he was driving it, he got hit by a car and now he's dead.
How can I go on when I know that I'll do nothing but suffer during the years 
My son was killed when he was only ten.
When he died, I lost my best friend.
I'm in so much pain that I punch the walls and I scream as loud as I can.
My wife hates me so much that she left me for another man.
My son and I always had a special bond.
But life no longer has meaning now that he's gone.

Details | Rhyme | |


So young and full of life
Only give a hint of their mother's sacrifice
Ready to give their lives to keep this country safe
Willing to go anywhere and fight anyplace

Off to a foreign country they go
Peace to the world they try to bestow
Many find death from an unknown hand
While answering the call of their nation's command

To these men and women we give you our hearts
In the future of this country, you will forever be a part
Great and mighty we will always stay
Because of the honor that you showed today

Details | Narrative | |

They Took His Pulse

They Took His Pulse _ _ _ _
Now, they’re Looking for Us
Up and down the Street
Drive-By-Boys …. Packin’ Heat !

We Dissed’ A Gang-Sign
They Took… What was Mine
Left a Blood-Soaked Message
On A Pain Wracked-Package

… Is He Breathin’ ?
… or is He Leavin’ _ _ _ _
If He is… Then He Must _____
‘Cause They Took His Pulse

They Took His Pulse
Which left Us  Furious
Gotta’ Let em’ Know, We’ Serious
Do Somethin’ – Delirious

… We gon’ Take They Pulse !
Gon’ do something Perilous !
So – Infamous  !
… we took each other’s pulse _ _ _ _

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Voices Beyond The Grave - Fictional Poem

As I walk through the cemetery
Looking at the many headstones
I come across one of a mere infant
Whose life expired well before the time
Of her impending birth 
A flood of memories fill my mind
I hear the cries of little babies
I hear the sound of children playing
And I hear a child scream with rage,
"How could you do it Mommy?"

I thought I could escape from my demons 
That won't let go of my mistakes
I scream and sob for I thought it was over
I thought my sins died with my children
Who were butchered at my behest
Blood drips from my hands
All of a sudden a bloody knife appears in my hand
And I hear the taunts of many childlike voices hollowing
"You slaughtered us! You left us to die!"
I hear the tiny footsteps of children approaching
I was horrified at what I saw
I see the faces of my babies 
Ghost white with tears of blood 
Dripping down their cheeks
Trembling with fear I shake violently
Begging for an end to my torment

At that moment I felt a light tap on my shoulder
My husband trying to wake me
From my haunting nightmare
He knows what I was dreaming
So he takes me in his arms
Giving me a long embrace
Then he tells me that it is 
Time for me to forgive myself
Because my children are resting peacefully
In Heaven with Jesus
And that one day I will get to hold them in my arms
And look at their beautiful faces
Finally getting the chance to be their Mother
After a lifetime seperated from them

Details | Lyric | |

Son of Babylon

A night of sinful seduction
Lust without protection
A self-destructive woman
and a one night stand
Baby’s conception
nothing more than a mistake
A slip in judgment 
A slight of chance
from one ill-fated
alcohol-born romance
She carries an unwanted child
Poor bastard son of Babylon
Your mother refuses to love you
Poor bastard son of Babylon
your father will never be there
Poor bastard son of Babylon
Once you’re born
the world shall scorn you
Poor bastard son of Babylon

Details | Elegy | |

The Last Words

I miss my father everyday,
He is no longer there...
I miss him dearly,
Somedays too hard to bear...

When I envision him at the table,
Or playing his mouth harp,
An instrument on which he was,
Oh so very sharp...

Phantom breezes,
Like memories...
Still flow through cracked windows,
of 100 years ago...
Memories of family gatherings,
No more shall I ever know..
I grow old and frail and wonder,
When will it be my time to go...

Oh, if miracles God could grant,
Based on necessity,
He'd have me No. 1, first on line,
From the need only he and I could see

The last vibrations,
Of his final vocalizations,
Still within my heart,
Will linger until I utter mine,
And at last I, as well, do depart...

One last hurrah,
One last sweet afternoon, 
Having a beer on the porch together,
Listning to Glenn Miller,
Or perhaps one of the Dorseys,
Enjoying just being alive together,
Oh, all the things he taught me,
Family love hard as steel,
Now breaks my heart,
You likely know how I feel

Treasured hours on our porch,
Hearing "American Standards Radio"
Or watching the Yankees, or the Mets,
Just about as sweet as life gets...
The need to converse optional,
We've already shared our own secret beliefs,
Our feelings slowly peeling from our souls,
So there, no words need we share,
Just so glad each is there...
Flying amongst the trade winds,
So pregnant with emotion,
A sense of finality,
Of our love and deep devotion...

People who are no more,
In a place no longer there,
Echoes of time,
And words we did once share...

Something is flying about.....

Details | Lyric | |

im finally

im finally
moving on
the love i had
now it's gone
dont ask me why
dont even try
the love you gave
it was all a lie

although i've (tried)
to make it (right)
i dont care no more
im ruined(inside)
yes, i gotta go
boy,i gotta go
boy, you should know
you hurt me so...

michelle edwards verse:
boy you know the truth
i gave my love to you
and this is all i get
"no gradtitude"

dominque jarmon verse:
im finally
moving on
the love i had
now it's gone

michelle verse:
dont tell me i should stay
im moving on my way
i have to live it out
day by day

dominque verse:
dont ask me why
dont even try
the love you gave
it was all a lie....

too many tears
too many night
although i've tried
to make it right
i shouldve known from the start
that you will break my heart
"break my heart"
break my heart....

im finally
moving on
you played with my heart
im so gone
i shouldve known
from the start
you was playing games
"with my heart"...

im finally
moving on
the love i had
now it's gone
dont ask me why
dont even try
the love you gave
it was all a lie...

Details | Free verse | |


I don’t come very often anymore
to the edge of this rancid waste dump
     to pick at the scars
     and bleed anew . . .

To stand and welcome it all
in its abscessed pustule
     as plump as summer milkweed
     ready to be lanced.

I hold the images in my heart
and await the rolling thunder
     to bring blessed relief
     with loosed blood and infection.

My penance.

Details | Free verse | |


Locked away in the tower
In this dreary dungeon
You are trapped in
Under the disguise of loving concern
Diabolical tyranny is really the motive
Of the one who torments you
You have been there so long
You no longer know how to escape
Battered in this abyss 
It is hell
But, it is all you know
All you can decipher is darkness
You only wish you could remember
What the light looked like
How it felt
How it radiated off your smiling face
But, then you forget how happiness felt
You forget how it feels to be free
You have forgotten how it feels to be yourself

Details | Verse | |

Expectation Denied

Some say: Never had, never missed; 
How hollow that feels in the harshest light 
Of the loss of the brow that was never kissed, 
Of the dream that retreated into the night. 

The memories of expectation, taken away, 
Are as piercing as having, then having none; 
The forces of kismet so cruelly at play 
Denied us our future, beloved son. 

Though time may heal through thick and thin, 
The world might relinquish, turn kinder than tough, 
For now there's no answer, no place to begin 
And whatever transpires is never enough. 

So we hold to each other, the truth in it all, 
The tears will cease, then torrent - revived; 
And the truth we will tell is the truth we recall: 
We loved you as much as if you had survived. 

Details | Free verse | |

I Cry Motherly Tears

When I sleep at night it's your face I see,
     Living for your addictions and not me.

It's your fears I hear,
     Not my own or anyone else's.

All because I cry motherly tears.

My knowledge is far beyond my years,
      Your life is my fear.

And yet i'm supposed to be the child,
      And I live for you and me both?

You don't know the pain your causing me,
      All I ask for is to be free.

So when I cry ,
      I cry motherly tears.

Your the parent and I'm the child,
     Your the hot and I'm mild.

I cry motherly tears cause,
     It's your face i wear,
     Your voice i hear,
     And your soul I care.

All cause I cry motherly tears.

Details | Prose Poetry | |


An errant wind ruffles the
surface of the lake,
disrupting the satin sheen,
quicksilver becomes watered silk.

The breeze caresses the old man
and he looks up in wonder
as he sees the spirit of God
moving across the face of the water.

                      He loved you always.

The wind is no more than a gentle sigh.
The old man sighs with the wind.
Memories plague his psyche.
Ruefully he smiles, he must protest:
Life is not short, it is interminable.

                      He  loved you always.

A grey cloud scuttles across the horizon.
He rubs a weathered hand across his face.
His heart sits like a stone in his chest.
The lake and the sloping yard and the
ancient trees and the old man long for you,
for the gaze of your eyes,
the touch of your hand,
for your mere presence.

                      He loved you always.

He ponders the errors he knows he made.
He is wounded by your impatience.
The sky begins to weep as the tears
run down the old man's face.
The surface of the lake pings as the
old man rises wearily.
The sky is shattered.

                       He loved you always.

He slowly makes his way up 
the broken path,
laid with such great love
so long ago, hardly able
to bear the weight of 
his memories.
He was once your resident hero.

                        He loved you always.

Details | Free verse | |


He knew where it was hidden
beneath the bed frame.
Assumed safe.

    By you.

The reason it remained so --

He was afraid he would

Details | Free verse | |

At This Hour

Tonight ends tonight
for morrow comes morrow
The gasping breath
of gentle moon fades away
It’s already three in the morning
Still, I’m sitting, at the terrace
where once again, I spy
Silent thief tiptoed, leaving its
mistiness on my face, as it
tried to snatch the last blink
of weary eyes, worn
by yesterday’s gloomy
looking fire-red sky
And, this frequent creaking
of a sagging rocking chair
gives soul, the last hope
that you’ll come
ere, the great orb
finally, wakes the sleeping prince

Details | I do not know? | |

Part 1 of 9/11

He woke up to take a shower
She must have already gone to work at the towers.
He heard their son Jake playing in the background.
He was making breakfast when he heard the sound.
He walked outside to hear people screaming and
Running around.
Not sure what to think
He went to the phone when a bad feeling continued to sink.
He saw the light on the answering machine flash so he pushed play
Only to here screaming, crying, and her say
“Some things wrong
And the line to get out seems so long.
I don’t have much time to say what I want to say.
If you ever fall in love again don’t let her get away.
Cherish your moments with Jake each and every day.
Tell Jake to stand tall and never lie.
Tell him all the time he was the apple of my eye.
I know he can’t under stand at age seven
But someday I will see you both in heaven 
And what ever you do 
Remember I will always love you!
If for some reason I can’t make it back to you.”
He dropped his orange juice on the floor.
Jake stood by the door.
He looked at all the pictures on the wall.
All the memories they made scattered down the hall.
The vacation in Mexico where they fell in love.
Their honeymoon Hawaii when they couldn’t get enough.
The day their son was born
Pictures of his last birthday and the sundress she wore,
Then he heard her vice again and the tears began to pour.
“Some things wrong
And the line to get out seems so long.
I don’t have much time to say what I want to say.
If you ever fall in love again don’t let her get away.
Cherish your moments with Jake each and every day.
Tell Jake to stand tall and never lie.
Tell him all the time he was the apple of my eye.
I know he can’t under stand at age seven
But someday I will see you both in heaven 
And what ever you do 
Remember I will always love you
If for some reason I can’t make it back to you.”

Details | I do not know? | |

My father

(This is a fictional poem. My father doesn't really have cancer.)

My father who was so strong is now dying.
He has cancer and I can't stop crying.
But for his sake, I must be strong.
He's become feeble and he won't live very long..
As I hold his hand, tears come to my eyes.
It's going to tear me apart when he dies.
What it all comes down to is that I love this man.
I'm going to make his last days as pleasant as I can.
He took care of me when I was a child and now I'm returning the favor.
The relationship between a father and son is special and should be savored.

Details | Ballad | |


What wouldn't I have done
for Mother Anna when daddy left home,
and abandoned his children...
like they were orphans forgotten and alone?

On that winter's evening
snowflakes danced cheerfully,
and the Christmas Tree shone brilliantly
as an angel fell and broke his wing;
silence descended to denote a great loss...
stirred by a commotion
that couldn't be stustained!
A wife lost her companion;
kids, an uncaring father who could never lead
or set an example for them to admire the most...

Underneath the bare oak tree,
by the brightness of the street lamps...
three young girls sobbed and wept sadly;
an airplane fled across the vast sky
illuminated by the splendid stars: 
they waved their trembling hands
to someone they would never see again,
was theirs a memorable cry?

What would have I done in the eyes of God,
if not help you carry half of the load:
denouncing with anger and grief
his selfishness and injustice?
Mother Anna,that pain was immensely mutual,
drawing us together to defy his action
which was thougthless and cruel;
Mother Anna,your wisdom indicated retribution...

Details | Verse | |

The Dream Of A Horse

The heartless sun is quite early today
Youngsters on horses are on their way
Reaching a spectacle castle on display
Eager remembering every step to play
In return of unison laughter’s in replay
Joy sprung in blank faces without delay
As earthly music floated, with a hurrah
Till the whole last, without a real pay
Thy love I haven’t see, but just a bay
I dream, thy heart, golden...someday  

Details | Free verse | |

Miss Nonine

I wish
That I had a chance to know a mother
Like the ones others have
Like you
I wish
She had been one to care
Like a mother should
To love us equally
As we are
To love me a little
I wish
I could say I’d cry when I lose her
But all the tears I’ve ever known 
Were beaten from me
With vicious whips and cracking words
What would I grieve for?
I wish
I had memories like those I hear them recall
Of a mother who held them close
Who whispered softly “Things will turn out alright”
Who didn’t bribe them to hide their shame 
Who didn’t hide them to lock them away
Chase them away
I wish 
I had a mother I could call my mother
One I could call “Mom” just once and mean it
Like they mean it
I wish 
I could look back on my life and see the happiness there
Only this time unmarred by harsh words and deeds
Where I was given a blessing of faith
In hope and in a promise of happiness
Instead of despair
Instead of broken promises
I wish 
I wish I had a mother like you
Just like you

Details | Free verse | |

Moth, Moth

Moth, Moth
Flickering flame too near,
Attraction to your death
You're too hypnotized to fear
As you flirt with your final breath

Moth, Moth,
Your mother off and
to the side,
Watches you do
your dangerous dance
In frustration she has cried...

Moth, Moth
Return to your Mother Moth's
protective love
Don't dive into that flame
Can't you hear the cries above?

Moth, Moth...
Meth, Meth...
Flickering flames
You fly too close
to untimely death.

Details | I do not know? | |

do you know

Christmas approaches the days seem long
I can’t sleep at night since you’ve been gone
It’s been five weeks times stood still
I can’t come to terms with it I don’t think I will

Rain on the window snow on the floor 
My head on the pillow your life is no more
Was it my fault did I do something wrong
If I’d spoken up you might not be gone

These are the thoughts that go through my mind
As I lay in my bed my head in a bind
You passed so quickly we don’t know why
You passed so quick no time for goodbye

What happens now is it time to grieve
Come to terms and start to believe
Or do I carry on as if nothing took place 
Pretend your still here imagine your face

Please answer my questions please give me a sign
The place you are now is it better than mine
Are you watching me now do you see what I do
But most of all do you know I love you.


Details | Ballad | |


The conscripted son 
in his hand....... 
the unwanted gun 

Some were willing....... 
Some didn't want the killing 
Wasted years 
So many tears 
They answered the call 
So many to fall............ 

The means to an end 
More boys to send...... 
They cannot see why 
They are sent to die 

The conscripted son, 
in his hand, 
the unwanted gun 
Blood spilling on the sand 

So many came....... 
So many died.......... 
They knew the country's name......... 
Rhodesia's fame 
Spread far and wide 

But now all is lost........ 
Was it worth the final cost? 
So many to die........... 
They never found out why 

Wounded inside 
Scarred outside 
Battles won 
Wars lost 
Lost son 
The final cost 

The sense of duty 
No one won 
Everyone lost a son 

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


When you left you said,
you didn't wanna see me cry,
when I was growing up I had no man by my side,
to teach me how to play ball or fight or think twice about anything I do in my life,
You left a hole in my heart aswell as in my mind, 
so many questions left unanswered,
Why did you leave?,
Why me?,
I'm just like you, but why didn't you wanna see?,
How come I didn't get a card on my birthday?,
Or a phone call?,
Were you busy?,
for 21 years in a row?,
You might have loved me,
but now you will never know,
so, thank you Joe,
you did teach me a few things,
you taught me real men are good fathers,
you taught me to believe in myself,because you didn't bother,
you taught me no matter what I could never be like you,
a coward.

Details | Verse | |

Jordan's Grave

The passing years, with gloomy tread, 
concrete shod and dense as lead, 
weigh on my downcast heart and mind, 
abandon dreams and hopes behind. 

At the resting place where you reside 
I think of every tear cried, 
I move the soil and flowers alone, 
caress the surface of the stone. 

I grieve each moment of each year 
for all the times that never were; 
and time we had is now a ghost; 
I know not which I miss the most. 

I clearly see your face and say: 
"My child, it seems like yesterday 
that you and I shared love divine 
and I was yours and you were mine." 

And bow my head and start to cry, 
and weep, forever asking "Why?" 
yet questions of this nature fail, 
no answers wrought, to no avail.

I love you, miss you, pray to give 
my very soul that you should live; 
but nothing comes to help me, save 
the tending to of Jordan's grave...

Details | I do not know? | |

missing you

My dear son what can i say
i miss you more and more each day
wish you were here next to me
not half way across the sea
i know it must be hard for you
your life feels like your in a zoo
mommy cant be there to comfort you
and in time you will see
it was the best move to do
we will meet again
some where some how
and till we do
just remember mommy loves you

Details | Free verse | |


Today a son misses his father, a daughter thinks about her mother today a 
mother cries for her son as a father sheds tears for his daughter,
1825 days ago love was lost for millions 52  weeks ago our nation morned,
5 years ago we remember .... we remember the fallen  we 
remember the senseless slaughter. 
today we will always remember as taps is played on the horn.
 Today  5 years ago a nation came together 1825 days ago we prayed for one 
another  52 weeks ago we raised our flag from the ashes, 
Today we stand and salute those over there, today we look to the ski`s for the 
ones up there today we think of the ones left alone,
Today around the world we relive 9/11 with tributes, vigils on radios in churches 
in schools with all the stations showing news flashes .
today 5 years ago TWTC was turned to stone.
Today Americans stand in honor, we pay our respects, and stand united,
5 years ago today tears fell from heaven,
1825 days ago and our anger still has n`t subsided, 
52 weeks ago on Nine Eleven. 

Details | I do not know? | |

One or The Other

The time has come where I have to chose
Neither one of you I want to lose
I can share my love between both of you
To make a choice will turn my tears blue

I realize I have to move on without one
To think I could keep it all is undone
Sooner or later this problem would arrive
What do I do? How do I survive?

To keep you both in my heart
I would never want to tear the love apart
Either one or the other will get hurt
I can not wipe you both off like a dirty shirt

I will still wonder what you both are doing
How everything in your life is going
I have more memories with my spouse
Not to acknowledge them,I would be a silly mouse

Putting something like a mistake in the past
Would be the smartest idea at last
Why lose someone that has been there forever
The only option is someone needs to walk out the door

                                                               Josie-Marie Curson

Details | Rhyme | |


Is it madness when u feel confused,or when sometimes you misconstrued or 
when you feel a little tense,a pain in the head or anger vent, or when sometimes 
you want to cry, or even feel you want to die,your inner mind all 
jumbled up like all the garbage in the city dump.

A mess of cans and broken things, impossible to rearrange, but  deeper still 
there is a key that opens doors to sanity,and in your mind it all seems clear its 
more than just hysteria.

Its thoughts of love and worry too,that echo deep the inner you,you care so much 
and then despair MY LORD MY GOD are you still there,don't leave me now but 
hold me tight I fear I will not sleep tonight, 'cause in my heart I'm troubled deep 
for love of one whom I cant reach they've gone so far with no return,you feel your 
all so 
all alone.

You call them back to no avail,their destination is insane, you ponder thoughts of 
helplessness and fear for them when will they rest.

If not today,tommorow then I wish I had them home again

Details | I do not know? | |

A poem for Shay

Your my Son, my little man, my miracle child.
You are my life,my joy, my love.
I need you to make my life complete.
I sit and watch you so still, so many tubes invading your body.
I can't touch you or talk to you. They say the stimulation is'nt  good.
How i wish i could take it all away, take back the day it all began.
The day dawned bright and pretty, so much fun to be had.
In a second our world changed,the jump you so wanted to make, the crash, your 
body so still and bleeding on the ground.
The fear in your Dad's eyes, the ache in my heart.
Now we sit and worry we'll lose you forever, we wonder what life holds for you 
and us when this is over.
Will you still be my Shay-Shay, my tough little man so always on the go.
What does our future hold? This i do not know.
I do know that we love you and will be with you no matter what life gives us.
Son you are my life, my world, my everything.
Our love for you will get us through, Just remember Shay-Shay I love you.

Details | Lyric | |

boo boo tha fool

im not no bodies fool
listen what im tellin you
i know what youre up too
im not boo boo tha fool

sayin im your one and only
but you have another callin you baby
boy you must think im crazy
shid...youre the one i studied

i know ya like a book
and from back of my head
i know every skank-ya dic,
you feed
so weak minded (yes)
thats what i said
yo rock head, sleepin with them in my bed

do you know how to live
you sho do know how give
spreadin your love around town
up the streetz, and going downtown

im not
boy, im not
im not
im not boo boo tha fool

you said you holy
(you know that was a lie)
you kickin it with friends
(you know that was a lie)
you sanctified
(damn! thats a lie)
you clamin you genuine
(hell yea) thats a lie

honorable (you) oh no
trustable (you) OH NO
lovable(YOU) oh no
you dont believe in love and respect
so i had to push the button next


im not
boy, im not
im not
im not boo boo tha fool

you cant get nothin over me
you cant get nothin over me
dont think that you can
cuz you cant get nothin over me

Details | Free verse | |

Dimly Lit Street

He walks down
The dimly lit
street of drug use
His body and mind
Take abuse

his mother waits
Eyes turned inward
Pain never abates

How could this
happen to me?
What is it
that I don't see??

This is my baby
Born innocent
and pure...
Who stole him
from me?
Will this horror
long endure?

How do I
reach out?
What to say?
How much pain,
must I pay?

God, give me strength,
God, give me hope,
God help my child,
Be weaned from dope.

I'll pay whatever price
you ask,
If you help me,
with this task...

Take my soul,
Return him his
Let his life
return to its
proper path,
I will bear
any wrath

This is all
I ask of you
Please show me
dear Lord,
I need to do.

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What is thatBlood Upon Your Hands?

is that blood upon your hands
my one and only child?

you destroyed all our plans
for all your running wild?

do you sit alone and cry,
hot tears upon your face?

fear I see the future die,
for all your dark disgrace.

spirit flies around the world
and cannot find surcease,

bright our ventures were unfurled
and now there's no release.

have you done?Come tell the truth,
come to me 'ere I find,

you have slain the bird  of youth
and left our hopes behind.

sail across the ocean blue,
dear Mother don't you fear,

I'll return when things are new,
a fortnight or a year.

night came in andstole my soul
while conscience was asleep,

never meant to take the role
but evil thoughts can creep

the purest mind that rests
besot with spirits bright,

owed a thousand more in debts
and could not set it right.

me now as I depart,across the rolling sea

never meant to break your heart,
Forgive and think of me."

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neverending story

this song it like a neverending story
we both played a part
but you pretending
even though you a million miles away
you got me thinkin,
you still love me
not knowing that youre lyin

"neverending story"

you said it was me
but it was you
who was cheatin
changin up, everyday,
like diffrent seasons
you dissappear into the night
sleepin with diffrent creatures
with diffrent features

"this a neverending story"
break it down now!

breakdown part:
neverending story...
yeah yeah yeah
"break it down"
"this a neverending story"
oooh, oooh..yeah

neverending story
boy, you will never change
all your lies, you feed me
sayin youve been, real to me
let me tell you one thang
reggin, you say that losely
love- so overated
its beginning to lose its meaning

neverending story
neverending story...

"oh yes it is"

this song is like a neverending story
we both played a part
but you pretending
even though you a million miles away
your bestfriend keeps warning me
you pretending you love me
this a neverending story

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Battles - Dedicated to my son, Jordan

War of words
Power struggles
Between us
Make us drift apart
Make us estranged
What happened?
When did our hostile words 
Turn into silence?
It is so quiet
I can hear a pin drop
I can hear the pounding of my heart
I can feel my aching soul
From being separated from you
Out of touch
With who you are
I want to know you again
I want to be your Mother again
Let me be your Mom

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I Lost My Arguments, With The Gods

I lost my arguments, with the gods
and sage man Apolinar, 
decided to leave, whose humbleness
should be immortalized, as it deserves,
by those who have been touched by him. Though, he 
never asked for an epitaph, to be engraved, 
in his beloved islands,
yet I, being disobedient and predictable, I changed 
his thought, with help from his charmed 
rice wine that I shouted in despair---

“O children of Apolinar, 
let it be known to y’all, that the sage man
decided to leave; neither be dismayed nor be saddened, 
instead, rise on your feet and go---
sail from island to island, spread his legacy. He was a good citizen of the 
islands. And, the best thing
of all, he was my dearest father...
and I cherished him, more than the gods!”

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Aching Heart

Sitting here stewing and brewing with an aching heart.
Often wondering when did things fall apart.
Around and around this circle again.
Constantly thinking when will it come to an end.

Sitting and staring at the open gate,
Wondering will you walk in it or continue to stay away.
My heart continues to ache from day to day.
So I will bow on my knees and continue to pray.

Father above please hear my earnest plea.
Look upon my son wherever he may be.
Send your angels of mercy and protect him from all harm.
Place your loving arms around him and guide him safely home.

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Never Fall in Love Again

once again
i will never fall in love again
(i told myself)
once again
i will never fall in love again

i told myself i wont fall in love again
i tried to ignore the way he touch 
my skin
trying to keep my heart locked
and not letting him win
then my heart took a dramatic spin
i eventually let him in
and adored me with love(with love)
but i said

once again
i will never fall in love again
(i told myself)
once again
i will never fall in love again

the way he touch me
my heart start to sing
so nice and gentle
its like it was s dream
i forgot how love feels
he showed me how love feels
but once again "i said......

once again
i will never fall in love again
(i told myself)
once again
i will never fall in love again

instrumental break

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
i vowed to stay by your side
even when things are rough
you started to change
drinking booze and playing games
i cant take no more 
it's you i blame

you waste my love 
you waste my time
i packed my stuff
and said my last goodbye.......

once again
i will never fall in love again
(i told myself)
once again
i will never fall in love again

fade out:
bye bye....
bye bye....

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How dark is night
I can’t see the dawn
I sit and I bleed
But always live on

It hurts at first
It always does
But my body goes numb
All the pain is gone

My body aches
My wounds bleed
I can’t think
I can’t see

They beat me
And they swear
I thought they loved me
But they don’t care

Many see the cuts
Abrasions and bruises
I silently cry out
Though none offer help

I slink away
Into a corner
I hide my eyes
And cover my ears

I don’t want to see
What pain you’ll bring
I cannot cry
The tears that sting

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played with fire

i realize it was really hard for me to see,
how could i've been so blind,
you was slowly killin me,
you played with fire,
end up hurting me,
theres no mercy,
especially coming from me

and if i do forgive
i will never forget
its something you have to live with
boy you will regret
u had your fun while it last,
now youre my past
youre a cheater and a liar,
you made urself look like an as(s)

let me tell you,im no bodies fool
but love made me blind 
i was a fool for you
now it seems, the tables have turned
so horribly you looking
i see you've learned

you loved that one
she didnt love you back
now you knocking on my door
sayin "plz take me back"

ah, you realize
you was a fool
messin up somethin
with one night or two
stop knocking at my door,
when in fact,
step on back,
theres no comin back

i thought you was the one
the one i can trust
but i was wrong
you was a bust

you couldve been the one
my lover, my king
building an empire
just you and me

now its too bad,
it ended so sad,
didnt realize what you had,
you so gone, im glad

im better without you
im free
you played with fire
end up hurting me
im the one and only
u had a good thing
now you cant have me


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once again

once again....
i told you 
i will never love you
"never come back to you"
once again....
i told you 
you not being true to me
"youre all the same to me"
once again....
im tired of these assholes
"they fuk and go"
once again....
once again....oh....

you think  im a fool
but it's really you
to think that i am
coming back to you
it just sickens me
i see you havent moved on
"thinking im coming back to you".....


the nerves of you not to see
what you've done to me
all your cheating and your lies
it just sickens me

youre lies...
you decieved...
one again...
it will never be you and me

repeat chorus2x:

instrumental break

tears arent necessary
boy you sorry
dont bother to call me
youre just another old story

fadeout repeat chorus:

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tears and rain

standing in the pouring rain
while tears runnin down my face
wonderin what i did to you
baby girl i love you

this a mix of tears and rain
girl you got me walking in the rain
i know i did no wrong to you
i know its not me, its you

im walking down the streets
people looking at me
walking in the rain
they probably think im crazy

i open the door
you going outta control
pictures of you and me
scattered on the floor

tell me what you want from me
tell me what do you need
if you dont want me
you can pick up and leave

tell me a reason
for your actions
you put me out the car
in a wet situation

this a mix of tears and rain
you go me standing in the rain
i know i did no wrong to you
do you love me like  love you

this a mix of tears and rain
tears and rain
this a mix of tears and rain 
tears and rain

fade out:
tell me what you want from me
tell me what do you need
if you dont love me
you can pick up and leave

"this a mix of tears and rain"

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I Wish

I wish that we had met
When we were very young 
I wish it was you 
Who was father to my son 
Somethings can't be changed
This I know is true 
It suddenly dawned on me
That I can never be with you 
You need to do the things I've already done
You need to marry and maybe have a son 
I just can't see myself trying to hold you back 
I hate the ugly truth of it 
But sadly it's a fact 
And so I'll step aside 
And hope you understand 
I want the very best for you 
You are a special man 
One day I'll see you in the park 
Playing with your son 
And I'll know the choice I've made 
Was the right one 
I will always love you
And I hope that you'll remember me
As the girl who loved you enough 
To set you free

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when you left i thought that fine our son and i will be fine we dont need anything from 
you.well i was so wrong i felt the deepest sadness and i knew our son was felling it to
my heart was broken because you couldnt handle being a family well the sadness you left 
in our hearts is something we will never forget. sadness and tears and heartache is all
you left in our home well we are trying to find happiness but thanks to you that sadness 
comes creeping in i hope your life has as much happiness as you have left us with.