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Ashen Snow

An innocence we used to know
As morning dourly turns to night
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A cell phone yearning for hello
With hopes of answer growing slight
An innocence we used to know

Within a stampede’s torrid flow
Bifocals lost in jostled fright
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A playbill from three days ago
Once read with wonder and delight
An innocence we used to know

Pillars raised in commerce glow
Now broken pencils thrown in spite
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

So many hearts in fervent throes
So many souls in heaven’s sight
An innocence we used to know
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

Chopped  - Poetry Contest
Including:
Playbill dated 08 Sep 2001
Cell Phone
Broken Pencil
Bifocals

-23 Oct 2014-


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Date Night (and the day after)

Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth L. Schwartz


This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny.  So the story goes.

We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose.  (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.

We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky.  So the story goes.

We sip our red wine.  Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem.  For all our tomatoes

Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards.  (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy.  So the story goes.

We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente.  So our story goes.


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A Loving Son

They always said, “Please bother us no more” when Tommy sang, and Mom would stick her head inside his room. “We need to shut your door!” And once he loudly sobbed because he tore his toy plane, but all his father said was, “I cannot be bothered any more.” Another time he fell and felt so sore, but Mother quickly wiped the spot that bled, said, “Go to sleep. I’m going to shut the door.” He learned to neither ask them questions nor expect attention, for he felt great dread of hearing their “Please bother us no more.” One day a young man thought, “What’s living for? No more tears do I have left to shed. . . I’d better not forget to shut the door.” They heard the shot and ran and saw the gore. Their loving son lay silenced on his bed. The note read, “I will bother you no more. Mom and Dad, I remembered to shut the door.”


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When I Ruled the World

I remember when I held the world in these hands
Nothing out of reach as I self proclaimed my power
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Yes I lived in a world of deadlines and demands
  A master of time, always early at least half an hour
I remember when I held the world in these hands

Always alert sensing my victory before my stand
Any obstacle or objection I would quickly devour
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Is there anything left of that person, maybe a strand
It’s not from any fear, but indifference that I cower
I remember when I held the world in these hands

For this tragic change I could have never planned
Everything that tasted so sweet is now bitter and sour
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Almost six years later, I still cannot understand
In the late hours of night, I’m left to now scour
I remember when I held the world in these hands
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand



Penned by Wayland Bunch II 12/14/2013 for With These Hands contest
I used image #6 for this poem


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Measure for Measure

Measure for measure, even more, but it was never enough
Still I look back with feelings of guilt even  remorse
A sad end to our trip I never knew it would be so rough

I still think we always had what it takes, the right stuff
But we went our separate ways and have stayed the course
Measure for measure, even more, but it was never enough

I guess you never expected me to call your final bluff
I could not know you would react with such force
A sad end to our trip I never knew it would be so rough

I was destroyed a person always considering myself tough
A hard lived life taking me to new lows even a divorce
Measure for measure, even more, but it was never enough

We were left damaged my demeanor now always gruff
Not so easy to get back up when you fall of this horse
A sad end to our trip I never knew it would be so rough

Memories of the past often cause me to huff and puff
I look for someone to blame, but I am the only source
Measure for measure, even more, but it was never enough
A sad end to our trip I never knew it would be so rough


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Shattered Glass

my reflection is lost within your eyes
and i long to see the me of day's gone
past, as the glass that once held more than cries

broken is the soul of that which could rise,
as i sift through the pieces of myself
my reflection is lost within your eyes

i see the fragments of me in your lies
but truth and healing are locked deep inside
past, as the glass that once held more than cries

i know even a rose in beauty dies
yet still i bleed myself dry from your thorns 
my reflection is lost within your eyes

i turn and look for my own self to rise
but i lay cold in this bed of framed time 
past, as the glass that once held more than cries

healing never comes, i bid my good-byes
and close my eyes deep within your own stare,
my reflection is lost within your eyes
past, as the glass that once held more than cries


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A Life So Lonely

Staring ahead with lifeless eyes
Dependent please take care of me
A life so lonely with no ties

Screaming at times with baleful cries
Cataracted eyes I cannot see
Staring ahead with lifeless eyes

Knotted fingers grasping tries
Mind imprisoned never free
A life so lonely with no ties

Choking on a couple fries
Now mashed mush my meals to be
Staring ahead with lifeless eyes

Jumping fearful of some flies
Jerking as I'm trying to flee
A life so lonely with no ties

In this home my last breath lies
Please I pray take care of me
Staring ahead with lifeless eyes
A life so lonely with no ties

©2013 Rick Zablocki
For Anne's Villanelle Contest


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Colors in my Mind

my aging eyes have sadly become color blind though in my memories, rainbows frolic and play this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find I miss rich skin colors, the beauty of mankind and the sparkle in a child's eyes, to see I pray my aging eyes have sadly become color blind hot sand between my toes and ocean waves remind the boldness of red and blue in my thoughts display this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find from sunsets to flower blooms, God's brilliance designed in the warm breeze, petunias and daffodils sway my aging eyes have sadly become color blind colors in a Van Goth painting, boldly combined or the softly muted colors of a Monet this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find dazzling emeralds, sapphires, and rubies once shined yesterdays beaming rainbows are now shades of gray my aging eyes have sadly become color blind this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 4, 2012 for Color Blindness contest (Olajide Adelana)


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Funeral

His family pretended not to cry 
But both his sisters had no heart to spare; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

The blazing sun one summer day drew nigh; 
Its orange radiance it could not share. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

There was a man in hell beneath that sky-- 
Discerning now that care, like warmth, was rare. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

All that his soul could utter was a sigh; 
The shattered saints in Heaven said Lord's Prayer. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

Like sunlight, his disease bore down to dry 
Emotions spent without concern or care. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

Upon the desert ground he lay to die-- 
Addiction was much more than he could bear. 
His family pretended not to cry; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie.


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Road Sixteen Hundred ( Alexandrine Villanelle)

With no idea none at all of what to do,
were sixteen hundred soldiers counted newly dead.
Ask sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue,

How many more to muster, murder; though untrue
the reasons given?  Gone where angels fear to tread,
with no idea none at all of what to do.

Unconcerned for what is lost or even who…
just "Collateral Damage"... that is what they said
at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue.

From hollow oath the young men follow through
as "Cannon Fodder"… aren't they "lives" instead,
with no idea none at all of what to do,

What loss of value, freedom.  Dressed Red, White, and Blue
now shades of ghostly grey except where they have bled,
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.

We waited as if deaf and blind to what we knew,  
Now sixteen hundred to untimely death have sped
with no idea none at all of what to do.
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.


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The Ending Yet Not

The time has came to an end,
My heart is beating fast,
I want to embrace you,
For ever you shall be mine.

Why is love so hard?
My tears fall and fall,
Memories will remain in my mind,
I don't like this ending,
I wanted happy ending.

All I wanted is a small house,
With a happy family,
I wanted to be what I didn't,
See with my parents.

God why is he fading off,
He is everything I got!
I searched hard,
To find the one I want.

I feel rushed to obtain my mind,
The words just keep on,
Coming in rush,
As if you are leaving,
At this moment and on,

I want to talk to my best friend,
To look in your eyes is hard,
My emotions run,
My tears cant stop!

To say goodbye is hard,
To have no one to turn to,
When I am happy and sad,
When you are alone,
I want to be by your side,
Every where you go,
I want to be there with,

My heart has the deepest cut,
I want you to be close to me,
Like we were before,
I feel angry with God!!
Why are you leaving me?

This isn't the vision I had in mind,
Best friends and lovers forever apart,
I wanted you to be the one,
To hold my hand and get married.


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The Solitude

My loneliness bleeds but is not stained,
What has become of this light of day?
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

The comfort of the night on darkness rained,
To wander the streets with naught to say,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

To walk down the alley, narrow and tear-drained,
Watching for a sign but leading me astray,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

This hurt that covers, a veil ingrained,
Finds me getting on an empty subway,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

Travelling to nowhere by fate ordained,
Until the distance feels furthest away,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

To undergo the sound and suffering so sustained,
 I find myself too hesitant to pray,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.


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Marshland Dreams

In the night the marsh cricket cries,
Ringing through the starless still
A song of aurora skies.

A pale gray moon, listening, sighs,
No wind rippling the watermill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Shearing the dark a lost bird flies,
The melody shivers in the chill
A song of aurora skies. 

Hours before forgotten sunrise,
Ants dare venture from their hill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Beneath the marsh water millions of eyes,
Shameless creatures drink in their fill
A song of aurora skies.

There are no fears, there are no lies
They cannot understand this thrill
In the night the marsh cricket cries
A song of aurora skies.


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A Cry In the Dark

A Poem by: Tim Bryant
___________________


Fluid pours out, a weep begins
Sadness follows wretched morning
Tones of acid, hell wells within!

Frayed endings a shattered life sins
Mountains walk between us scorning
Fluid pours out, a weep begins

Beyond the grave, they feel no winds
She rests there tasting in mourning
Tones of acid, hell wells within!

All the while, twiddling thumbs ends
With hate of feelings, no warning,
Fluid pours out, a weep begins

The throes of pain a reminder grins
In reflection, drinking forlorn
Tones of acid, hell wells within!

Bubbling up, sound of cry lends
To the feeling of rage forming,
Fluid pours out, a weep begins,
Tones of acid, hell wells within!



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For: Michael J Falotico's Contest "Sounds of a Cry"


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Goodbye

With hasty steps you led yourself astray;
You rant and rave, convinced that you're still right;
Confused a quest for imminent decay.

Though all you claimed to want to do was stay;
The brave facade was meant to hide your fright;
With hasty steps you led yourself astray.

So fast you ran and ran and ran away,
All along you knew you'd lose this useless fight;
Confused a quest for imminent decay.

For years I dreamed of times long past, how gay,
The days when happiness made darkness bright;
With hasty steps you led yourself astray.

The times of wishing hard,  with such dismay,
Have vanished now that I have learned your plight;
Confused a quest with imminent decay.

And though you try to claim that I betray,
Your words fall short and I cannot hold tight,
With hasty steps you led yourself astray,
Confused a quest with imminent decay.


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Stuck in Limbo

Time keeps on moving but nothing has changed
I still am stranded in my eternal land of dread
Close consideration leaves myself to be blamed

I have almost lost touch and become estranged
Often times lost in thought, laying in a cold bed
Time keeps on moving but nothing  has changed

I think if I had a leseer will I would be derranged
Occasionally I think I would be better of dead
Close consideration leaves myself to be blamed

No worries though, no easy way to be claimed
The road to happiness, I soon hope to tread
Time keeps on moving but nothing has changed

I don't think my stubborness will ever be tamed
A hard head makes a soft *** they have said
Close consideration leaves myself to be blamed

Someday all my affairs will be properly arranged
I will lead the existence I should have always led
Time keeps on moving but nothing has changed
Close consideration leaves myself to be blamed


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The Meaning of Most of My Words- first possible entry of Anne's contest

I sit and hardly have to ponder what words I write
There is more trouble keeping these feelings at bay
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

Since our departure life has been a struggle, a fight
I have been forever devastated, looking for my way
I sit and hardly have to think of the words to write

I sometimes get angry at you and show some spite
I express here, but in person don’t know what to say
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

I now view myself as a soul living by moonlight
Really, I’m sad, although I find the words to play
I sit and hardly have to ponder what words I write

Always there is someone telling me this is not right
Have they even ever really felt love, even one day
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

The journey has been long and suffering is my plight
I am a lost soul of the night, riveted and left to sway
I sit and hardly have to think of the words I write
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

penned 3/22/2013 by Wayland Bunch for Anne's favorite poetry form: Villanelle contest

Repetition, no not of form, that is forced, repetition of ideas, maybe even of some phrases is sadly unavoidable, without having to read all of my poems again. It is not intended and I may take further time to develop a better Villanelle, in fact I probably will, but I want to get this contest started lol.


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Tell me Again


Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 
I hear, but the words mean nothing to me, 
Speak to me softly, till I understand.

Harsh winds are wounding; they whip up the sand, 
So it stings my eyes and I cannot see. 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 

 A bewildered  traveler, lost in a strange land.
The doors are all locked and I don’t have a key
Speak to me softly, till I understand. 

And walk with me now, along the seastrand 
Where the water is trapped and fights to be free 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 

I don't belong to the life I had planned, 
And I've left behind my old used-to-be, 
Speak to me softly, till I understand. 

I see your words clearly drawn in the sand 
And watch them slowly erased by the sea. 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 
Speak to me softly, till I understand.


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Complex of ideas

Complex of ideas

My hands smell like wood and, as I shout for a beginning, I pull myself out of me.
The laughter is shaking inside, it slips from head to foot and climbs…
I’m a young old man, for I have fed myself with old age…
That is why I have muscles so loquacious, so wise, so mild…
I always knew that love means whisper, smile, black and white…
So what that I wear with me this complex of ideas like marsupials wear their 
young?



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Creeps in slowly contest

Guard your heart closely through all your seasons,                     
Open wounds he’ll find to borrow within,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

Does not need to have a special reason,
His kisses slowly stop you from breathing,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

After you wake, you find a strange lesion,
Wallowing in an original sin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

All along you thought he was just teasing,
Question yourself how did this begin,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

Find yourself uncontrollably freezing,
A plunderer tried to take his cheap win,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

You’re left with an image that’s not pleasing,
Eyes shut, recalling a menacing grin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

By: Sabina nicole


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Let Not Love Take Your Life and Soul

Let not love take your life and soul.
Love should be cherished with no martyr.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

One love may be forever, while another may troll.
This may trigger heartbreak, this would be harder,
Let not love take your life and soul.

These days they may think there is a better role.
Especially if they meet a so called charmer,
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

You may be left without anyone to console.
Though you still have such gracious honor,
Let not love take your life and soul.

You may feel you are lost inside a hole.
You only have to look for new love to conquer.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Take out your lonesomeness for a little stroll.
Forget the past, let not your hate harbor
Let not love take your life and soul.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.


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Retort from Inside the Eggshell

I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
Through countless absurdities I held my tongue
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I mastered the rules willing all to be well
As you blitzed career ladders splintering each rung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

I laid low, so fierce your desire to excel
Your mint julep put-downs like scorpions stung
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I wallowed in patience, don’t ask and don’t tell
I begged your repentance where hope’s crosses hung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

A childishly reckless, indulged Southern Belle 
Your frivolous insults so flippantly flung
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

For years poise and wit lulled me lame with their spell
I yearned for the charmed days when love’s fruits first sprung
But your mind’s locked up tight in a bright padded cell
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
While you courted your daydreams from hell.


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When History Cries

Men come forth
Black clouds hover, answer the call
When history cries

Upon the field, once green
Flowing red, wars bitter friend
Men come forth

Sweethearts love lost forever
Patriotism wounded, refuses to die
When history cries

Who knows the heart of warriors
Uniforms identify living and dead, ranks define
Men come forth

When next the call to arms
Forget not valor upon whose fields hero’s are born
Men come forth
When history cries


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In Sickness and In Silence

Endless masquerade I despise 
No longer am I able to tolerate this feigned smile 
Struggling to hide this inferno of contempt in a guise.
 
Oh Please, I do not wish for you to sympathize 
This is why I must go this extra draining mile 
Endless masquerade I despise.
 
A silent scream from inside is my well-earned prize
For these surrounding cherished faces are oblivious all the while
Struggling to hide this inferno of contempt in a guise.
 
But will this heavy stone lodged in my throat lead to a forgotten demise?
As I madly crawl down this heavily perfumed white rose colored aisle
Endless masquerade I despise.
 
Now I stand seemingly faithful to the stranger beside me and recognize
A hint of despair in his own strained smile
Struggling to hide an inferno of contempt in a guise.
 
Oh deadly facade of happiness we must both advertise 
The act of mutual deception is certainly vile
Endless masquerade I despise
Struggling to hide this inferno of contempt in a guise.


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You Let Me Sit and Cry

I still wonder your reply
I’ve been waiting so patiently
And yet you let me sit and cry  

I’m always so shy 
Yet I opened my heart for you 
And I still wonder your reply

I have feelings for you, and I don’t wonder why
You know how I feel 
And yet you let me sit and cry  

I looked you in the eye
And told you my secrete  
And I still wonder your reply

My heart was so broken, I thought I might die
You were there the whole time 
And yet you let me sit and cry

I always wished that you were mine
Until now you never knew
And I still wonder your reply
And yet you let me sit and cry


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wish me luck

Standing in the crowd screaming, no one looks
There is no containing this inner riot
A sort of quiet desperation, a silent panic

A trip in the mind back to the beginning
Feeding on the heart, at least its remnants
Standing in the crowd screaming, no one looks

Needing something more to quail the demons
Mending broken bones with more broken bones
A sort of quiet desperation, a silent panic

Memories lost in the chaos of it all, why?
Fetch the saw to amputate the worthless limb
Standing in the crowd screaming, no one looks

Forget about the past, look toward the future
Future not visible, the past seems so inviting
A sort of quiet desperation, a silent panic

Left to rot in the choices that made this empty
Gazing at those who stood and sold themselves
Standing in the crowd screaming, no one looks
A sort of quiet desperation, a silent panic 


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Crying Deep in the Dark of the Night

Crying deep in the dark of the night
Only a single tear piercing the skin
A gentle kindness to never-ending plight

The bitter screaming, I try as I might
To drown out the memories with a soft grin
Crying deep in the dark of the night

Desolate thoughts, the blurry images, deluding my sight
Learning to cope with unbearable sin
A gentle kindness to never-ending plight

Peaceful quiet, no yelling or sounds of fight
I wipe the tears from sleepy eyes, holding up high my chin
Crying deep in the dark of the night

Sitting alone, wrapped in blankets real tight
Blinded eyes burning from unseen pins 
A gentle kindness to never-ending plight

There you are, with weeping orbs of hidden light
And here I stand, with a single shudder, determined to win
Crying deep in the dark of the night
A gentle kindness to never-ending plight


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reconciled differences

Sitting alone in the fog
Rendered motionless, and speechless
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Wandering in and out of madness
Gripping to sanity with one last dying breath
Sitting alone in the fog

Clinging to one last memory
Trying not to slip into unconsciousness
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Rain pouring down, burns the skin
Air too thick to breathe
Sitting alone in the fog

Relationship with the stars and moon
Bringing back the lost feeling
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Stitches lignin all major arteries
Pulling at these stitches in the dark
Sitting alone in the fog
Trying to remember that lost feeling


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emotional eclipse

See her through the minds eye 
Repetitious procrastination in the end
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

Figment of the imagination, personified lie
While mourning her death, this funeral they attend
See her through the minds eye

These dreams take a bad turn and die
Back into nightmares, these wounds will mend
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

Cast out of love? On darkness rely 
All her love into light she’ll send 
See her through the minds eye

Blood rushing. Pressure to the wound apply 
Beware the good in her, not to offend
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

All the dark corners her smile has lightened
Cower in the dark, the nightmares are frightened
See her through the minds eye
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye


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Let the Cries of the Children Sooth the Night

Let the cries of the children sooth the night,
and whisper the songs of war in your ears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Night falls and darkness sets a scary sight,
Men in green and red stained booths chug their beers.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

Iraqi blood shudders in fear and fright,
They curse Red, White, and Blue as their end nears:
"You-you! You arethe one who killed the light!"

Green fathers look out the windows in flight,
Watch their children cry "daddy, no!" in tears.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

A Christian Republic fighting for "right",
The Devil cheers to where everyone hears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Bush keeps up a big smile with all his might,
While Americans cry, Bin Laden cheers:
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"


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Waiting

WAITED

We waited such a long time for your call
We jumped each time the senseless phone would ring
Each car door slamming was another wall

Of time built up around us--time to crawl
Through hours till morning--frightened time to  cling
We waited such a long time for your call

We held our breath and heard small sounds grow tall
We wondered what the next mail truck might bring
Each car door slamming was another wall

The sirens wailing were the worst of all
The come-and-go: a child's gone-crazy swing
We waited such a long time for your call

How heavy silence is in its slow fall
How long life is when measured by its sting
Each car door slamming was another wall

Those sirens with that manic high-pitched bawl
What can they mean in memory...anything?
We waited such a long time for your call
Each car door slamming was another wall


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another way to look at things

The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.
Taking hold of something new. Oh so nervous.
The grass seems to be dying again.

The dead trees grow, spiraling toward heaven.
Retreat to the past, feelings fluttering back inside.
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.

Pains throbbing, back aching. No that’s the heart.
Scarf warming, winter chill, feeding the menace.
The grass seems to be dying again.

Purple flowers emanating thoughts of sorrow.
Bleeding into the pens ink. Taking back to the cosmos.
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.

Moist ground, morning holds such beauty.
Fountains of white gold, fill the mind. Euphoric.
The grass seems to be dying again.

Stuttering fears hold back. Contemplating suicide.
Breaking the silence with a scream, painful outcry
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.
The grass seems to be dying again.


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thou shall not weep...

Can you see the abandoned heart?
A pale moon dying, release the cold.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

Bringing it all back into the light.
Watching everything, seeing nothing.
Can you see the abandoned heart?

All alone the tears turn into blood.
All alone lost in the misery, better leave.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

The soul bleeds endlessly, crying for her.
This blood cupped in the hands remains.
Can you see the abandoned heart?

The fire consumes the soul entirely.
The weight of the pain, immortal.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

Temptation calls from the depths
Oblivion beckons with its loneliness 
Can you see the abandoned heart?
Just sitting around waiting for death.


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it has been torn...

In desperate need of a needle and thread. 
Bringing the pain back into the light.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.

This chest growing heavy, filling with dread.
Could not lift it up, with all of my might.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.

Don’t touch that, take this heart instead.
The thought of the toxins, fill me with fright.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.

These visions and nightmares dance in my head.
I could even have wings, and never take flight.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.

Nothings been seen, and nothings been said.
For nothings been heard, and no ones in sight.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.

The soul must be dying, for all fear has fled.
Not god nor devil could understand my plight.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.


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Anxiety

i have a shattered pair of eyes 
i can see only black 
all that carries light my mind denies 

my body cries 
is their something i lack? 
i have a shattered pair of eyes 

i cannot see the beauty that used to arise 
how do i take it back?
all that carries light my mind denies 

they smile at me yet i see knives 
is this an attack? 
i have a shattered pair of eyes 

people trudge by, yet i cannot rise 
why cant i speak back?
all that carries light my mind denies 

i carry a set of lies 
of what the world would be if i let go, if i lent back 
i have a shattered pair of eyes 
all that carries light my mind denies