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Africa

Africa, beautiful continent
Dreamy echoes fascinate
Giraffes heighten inclines
Jurassic known linger
Madagascar nestles offshore
Primates quest reform
Savannah tribes umbilical
Visioned waves x-ray
Young zebra


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My Father's cleats

 It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.


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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


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Freedom

I am a Jewish boy 
I wonder if I will ever survive 
I hear people screaming and crying 
I see skinny people with shaved 
heads 
I want to see my family 
I am a Jewish boy 
I pretend to smile 
I feel very scared 
I touch something that feels like a 
rock 
I worry if I will ever survive 
I cry when I see dead bodies 
I am a Jewish boy 
I understand someone ought to die 
I say people will survive and 
freedom will come 
I dream that I will survive this 
catastrophic event 
I try to save other people 
I hope for freedom 
I am a Jewish boy


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D, for Delilah

A, b, c, d is where, I stop
For, "Delilah", a mistress in the ,"(Bible)"
A Hebrew word meaning , "(delicate)"

A seductive name
A treacherous woman

Some find her, delightful
Some look at her, dirty
Some seem to say
She's, delicious

I find her to be, demanding
Sometimes harsh
She, can even be pleasing
Magnificent, to have around

Dreamy, just like a mermaid
Very temptress, her scent so seductive
As, she inquires so much
Oh, yes

Delilah, a name so unclean
In so many eyes
All the way into
Hebrew times

But, yet
So, delightful, delicious and dreamy
To have around
After so many 
Many years


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Green People

I see green people
They tell me they come in peace 
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions 
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger 
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them 
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people 
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil





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JAMESTOWN 1607=They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats

JAMESTOWN
1607 



Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.

Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.

“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.

They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive 
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .




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REPETITION Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 and Part 5

REPETITION 

Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -OF 
A well educated, upper class, 
POLISH PRINCESS, 
A real Beauty, 
and that of
an uneducated, low class, 
unintelligent,Canadian derelict.
 
A Frog!

Follow the journey of these two in poetry and prose.
Much of, is from the perception /perspective of the Frog.
 
The Princess has provided very little information. 
A lot of insight though. 

This journey ( if interested ) you will have to take on my blog - B. J. "A" 2-anold soul.blogspot.com - for it is far to much to include - put on this site. Thank you all, who have taken the time to read my ramblings, my insanity.


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Treasures of your soul


Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love

08-05-13


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 




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THE WORD

SOMETIMES I WONDER IF , WHAT OUR HEROES IN HISTORY REALLY DID ANYTHING BECAUSE THEY FOUGHT SO HARD TO ABOLISH THAT WORD NIGGA.. NOW EVERY ONE IS BRING BACK IT HAS NOW BECOME POPULAR WORD . SOMETIMES I CALL IT #UNSPOKEN REASON BECAUSE SOMETIMES U SAY THING AND THEN THEY GET OFFEND BUT I AM SPEAKING OUT NOW. SO WHAT I AM SAYING IS TOO UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM WRITING . MY NIGGA ,WATS NIGGGA PEOPLE LISTEN TO WELL AND CLEAR WITH UNDERSTANDING NIGGA IS NOT AN FRIENDLY WORLD IS A DEGRADING WORD . DID OUR ANCESTOR FOUGHT LONG AND HARD BECAUSE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN OVER NIGHT THEY TO FOUGHT STRONG.

WHAT I DON'T GET IS IF A WHITE PERSON CALL U A NIGGA YOU GET OFFEND SO WHY IS OK FOR ONLY BLACKS TO SAY IT TO ANOTHER ITS SAME DEGRADING WORD AND THERE THE SAME SPELLING AND EVERYTHING. SO THINK TWICE BEFORE U SAY NIGGA OUT LOUD.. 

BY:STACY-ANN BARRETT


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Crazy World

Crazy World

It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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firing squad

i feel the darkness surround me, 
i know what fate lies ahead,
i sense the fear take over me,
i know i will soon be dead,

i hear the ground beneath me,
i know i must face my end,
i sense the guns select me,
their bullets my only friend,

the darkness is drawn from me,
and the light forced in my face,
i see the rifles before me,
my body now frozen in space,

i see my life spread out before me,
i see my oncoming end,
i hear the triggers pulled for me,
a bullet, the message they send,

i felt the darkness surround me,
their sights locked to my head,
i no longer have fear inside me,
my body now lies dead.


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why do we have.................................

why  do  we   have  clouds?
why  do  we  have   sky?
why do  we   have   music?
why do  we    have   computers?
just  think  why why  why!!!


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the wall is high

i jump to meet my mark,
it is met with arms out wide,
nothing, yet i expect a spark
so in little black book i confide.

what i ask of the masses, alot
admittedly ashamed i am not
to think, rejoice, connect the dots
to remember what we once forgot.

all i ask i that we don't assume,
they rely on ignorance to consume,
open your eyes and take full bloom,
never take an uninformed flume,

i see too much trouble ahead to ignore,
when i opened my eyes we had ten years,
i am still coming round and now we have four,
i see too much blood that will mix with my tears.

everything will mingle and change
it will all make sense once done
its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range
and to elaborate on the story no fun.

for certain synchronocities will take form
the knowledge unwraping in the implicate
it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm
some could term it karma, i make my own fate.


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America, The Age of Conflict

America, the land of the free, catering to the wealthy and pushing the poor. Blacks are all but exempt; they are seen as property and nothing more. California brought into this nation by gold, as a false equality, Demanded by some to spread the systems of vast irrationality. Extradition in compromise to abolition. Fugitives thrown back to chains, complete pacification. Grace, all too fallen from, that was this nation. Humble as many others were, one woman changed the nation. Illegal activities by abolitionist became the norm, in hopes to stop degradation. Johns and Janes educated in the taboo subject of the naive. Kings and knights replaced with tyrannicals and elderly slaves. Liberty and freedom for all, Men and woman, Black and White, all readying to fall. Night falls, creating a stage for the quarrelsome show. Oppositions face each other, their bodies ready to feed the coming crows. Position between this and that, Quarrelling over the proper way to skin a cat. Runaways are forgotten for the time being, Say it so, as many were fleeing. Tackless politicians following a false tradition, Utilitarian, one may say, on their decision. Vicious out cries spread across the nation following White men's decision to take a stand being, Xecute the evils of the world. Yells coming from each side, each saying they are more moral'd. Zephyrs blow across the grasses, to contrast what is to come.


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ALPHABET SOUP L

I am the letter L so happy to be
The L stands for Laurel a beautiful wreath for all to see
I stand out for Love and Living a good life
the L for Laurel is loving and caring and so much living of life
No other letter would I want to be, L for Laurel
Is Love and Laurel and these combined 
Get this letter I am truly amazed
For actually its Laurel Larison for my alphabet name is L for all time 


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america today

do the questions we ask today 
become the answers of tomorrow
how do we go from sing and play
to overwhelming sorrow
when certainty is in question
and wisdom and knowledge depart
we live by our own suggestion
and forget our mind and hearts
we stagger through our walk
and blindly refuse to listen
to those who walked before 


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06 Generation X

Another year upon us
raw and longing
Swallow the feeling
and nonsense they're feeding
Corruption of souls
out of control
Missing in action
disasters are maximum
Defenses, expenses
apparent regreting
Incisive decisions
still failing their missions
Brainwashed from the womb
lead astray through bitter days
Broken wing in fields a blaze
programed to the pain
Follow the leader
that bleeds you dry
Follow the leader
that helps you die
Never ending
mothers cry
Same old story
diffrent times.


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Jealousy (revised)

All bad characteristics draw eventually from,
Growing habits inside jealousy killing love.
Merely not one person’s quirks realizing sorrows,
Taking unbelievable viciousness,
We Xerox years zealously.


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Heroes Next Door

 "There are some different heroes.
They do not exist in the books of history
and very few people speak about them.
There are some heroes that they fight with death every day.
They know very well the value of life, living, death.
There are some heroes that they get the medal of honor of life.
They are the neighbors of the next country, the next city, the next house...
The heroes next door."

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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what i did

why is  he/she  mad.
i  cant  say  why
so  i  ask and they say  i'm  not  gonna tell you


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Fire

A fire in my heart
Blazes brightly- for the entire world to see
Caressing the wind
Dancing on the wood
Effortlessly glowing
Feverishly hot


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Gold Rush

Able bodies come..
dig .. excavate.. find gold..
how I jumped..keep looking..
mercy.. Nothing!.. 
ore... picks..quick rising 
settlements.. tents.. Unbelievable..
Vigilantes.. Worries... xenophobic.. 
yelling zestfully..
 


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A lonely dream

Once upon a time there was a dream
And the dream found a lonely man
And the man started to dream
And he was happy
But the dream was too big to fit into man's life.

Once upon a time there was a dream that never finished.

Once upon a time there was a lonely dream
Without a dreamer.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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No Quote.....

She said

"Dont Quote me on this

But I love you.....


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Vintage Postal Stamp

Vintage Postal Stamp ( Poem )


Turn of the century Vintage Stamps
Traceable history make value enhance

Prices get higher as the years go by
Dream of finding one valued so high

Extremely fine with the perfect gum
Designer flaws bring high premium

Famous from error illustration
Collection of art inspiration

We are crazy for detailed graphics
Finding rare depends on the markets

Unused are the old collectibles
Their worth can be unbelievable

View history with a new focus
My playlist is something to notice

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9rf9MI0i2eIzSz4thTFPlqy

By : Doris Anne Beaulieu


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Do you know my abc's?

And it was there. Looking me in the eye, “I shall born you.” I was overcome with 
sadness.

Before I was born I died. I was one with everything. I was more alive then, then I 
am now.

Children seem so simple. Children seem so free. Why is life so hard. Maybe the 
simple one is me.

Deep cuts in my heart. A boy that I love with all of me. I might’ve been invisible 
because he always walked by.

Enough of this! I hate it all. I gathered myself and left my heart behind.

Falling down the tubes. Drifting though life. No friends, no family. I. Can’t. Breath.

Gaining momentum. Losing myself.

Hot under my skin. It’s getting tighter. Wanting to rip through it.

I, am, not, real.

Just between us. Just between us two. I used to be everything.

Killing gives life. I want to give my life to you.

Love exists only as water. My heart is dry.

Maybe I’m your dream. Maybe you are mine. Maybe neither of us carry weight. 
Maybe both of us have died.

No, you never gave me a drop.

O I cry. I cry for you. I cry I cry I cry I cry for you.

Plenty of times I wonder how long my sentence is.

Quiere un vaso de dulce sangre. Dibuja un corazon dentro de mi cuerpo. Con 
esto corazon agujero, bebe mi vida. 

Run away from what you’ve heard. Leave and write your own truths. They say He. 
He does not exist. It tells me so.

Say what’s on my mind? Ultimate indulgences; eating meat and having sex. A 
man is meat. Chocolate is sex. A Chocolate man is the only heaven that will ever 
exist. Next to Him.

Telling you about my life is wasting the time I have to live it. If you’re meant for me 
you’ll just know.

Un knowledged people need to stop giving the gift of life and start giving the gift 
of life.

Very little patience do I have for those with no words. I’ll look for the person who 
stole them from you.

Will you be the one that I can hold  for now? Do you have a sweet heart, do you 
have soft soul?. Will you be the the love  that my ego drinks?

Xoxo hugs and kisses. Hugs and kisses. Let me touch your skin, help me miss 
your soul.

You’re looking inside me. Like it used to.

Zero words writing in my head. Where do my thoughts go? They go on this page. 
This page of my life.


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Mye Guardian

Mye Guardian

Starry knighted nightingale
Across Orion's eyes

I see the falling star a yonder bright 
lit bright moon, before me' aye

Afar on earth with Cricky bound
mi Pooka guard before me'

I take a light of image snap
It dances hap, before me' 

Ere it stood, eidolon par  
Eerie don, ego, do atem me’ 

owe me a rose, amore rue,
es here etu, defend me'


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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THIS HONORABLE FLAG

If freedom is attained by sacrificing lives,
even those of the youngest age,
then what makes these men so brave:
to hold up their flag and make it wave in each challenging battle?
A spirit that is undefeatable...
to give this honorable flag all they have!  
If protecting and defending their Country
has that voracity and ambiguity:
to up-hold their values so rooted in fairness,
what other scope could sway them from their perseverance?  




True as it , reality can be very scary:
the Romans used the cornu and the tuba, the American colonists 
used the fife; others used the trumpets and drums, 
or just beating their shields with swords to panic the enemy,
and be ready to attack and knowing they would die...
made them the warriors that death called to a great destiny!
But today it takes more willingness
and strength for a soldier to fight!   
  



I'm not a soldier, but a poet extending his heart-felt sympathy
by writing this ode to praise and exalt this wonderful liberty
we often take for granted by lessening its worth;
see the wounded soldiers grieving for others and hiding their hurt!
Go and greet them as they get off the battleships;
shake their hands and hug them to show your appreciation and solace:
their wounds won't heal...if nothing is said with a thankful and grateful voice!
Make them really proud and up-lift their troubled thoughts
by giving them this honorable flag, stained by blood and sanctified by sacrifice:
only then their anger and bitterness can dissolve in kindness! 




Welcome home, soldiers... welcome to your humble palace,
that can certainly be the most serene place;
put away your weapons, display your pictures
and admire your memorabilia evoking memories...
undying as love and so admirable and patriotic!
Remember the splendor and glory of your star-spangled flag,
and envision other ages when men won't have to fight anymore!
Kiss and hold your wives and children...the jewels you have never lost!  
This honorable flag is the distinguishable symbol of your dedication,
and your incomparable courage when the hardest choice confirmed your intention!  


Dedicated to the brave American soldiers defending freedom

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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rainbow

they  have  orange.
they have  green.
they  have  red.
they  have yellow.
they have  purple.
those  colours should  make  everyone  happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
because the    are nice   bright  ,happy  colours


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NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA


America, the abundant, the place I was born 
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground 
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train 
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories 
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall, 
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France, 
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.















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SOMETIMES

SOMETIMES


I'm a soldier, who fights on foreign soil, 
Some say, we're here, because of oil.
But, I'll do my duty and proudly serve; 
Knowing death may await me around the curve.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die, 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz, 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game, 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene, 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man,
But why it is so, I can't understand.


Tom Zart 


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McCain

McCain


We'll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan's horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to summit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty and sorrow of war
And we who remain must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!

Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.

Take heed therefore, unto yourselves
You overseers of the flock
Or the voters shall cast you out
For your futures are not of rock.

Life may place us in deep waters
Though it doesn't wish us to drown.
It's our past record that lets others know
Who we are as we smile or frown.

If you wish to be remembered
From the truth you must never part.
Power corrupts the best of us
When we stop listening to our heart.


By Tom Zart



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The Lonely I am

I am the lonely
My heart isn't whole
I'm the only thing I have
But in my soul I know

I am the lonely
Here's my chance to escape this shame
Things are distinct now
But whose to blame
can you tell

No one cares that I am the lonely
But it will all be ok
Or so I say
These words are just crazy

Because I am the lonely
I sit by myself alone 
This time my heart is gone
And I have nothing to show 
Except that I am the lonely


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steady

I am steady trying to figure out what I did so wrong. Oh where did I go wrong. I 
wonder this everyday as I fight to stay strong. They got me in the system fighting 
for dear life. I am steady trying to bite my tongue and not say a word. I want to get 
out and be free for good. I am about to be 18, yet I am struggling to make it in life. 
Can it be that I am not going to survive. Tia always told me that only the strong 
survive, is that why she died? Steady trying to get by and survive, but is that 
possible in this life. I am steady trying to figure out why the state took my girls, 
they took them from me, as if someone else besides their own mom can raise 
them. Man I swear I am steady trying to figure out life.


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POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS OF THE SOUL

Most poets tell the truth of life 
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose;
To compose is but their duty.

Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.

Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith, and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they've never met before.

One merit of a poet's work, 
Which most people cannot deny, 
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.

Their poems are used to convey passion
By composers of both good and evil mood.
Some are hateful others loving
Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food.

They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.

The wild birds sing and flowers bloom 
As clouds form figures in the sky. 
But only poets will write poems
That shall last long after they die.

God has always had his poets 
Who he watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too 
Who try to lead us from our grace.

Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.


By Tom Zart


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The Red White & Blue House has Foundation

In God we Trust, they builded a house on a Foundation
a house without a foundation goes down during hard
times in the War or Storm, as the eagle won't ever
die the house isn't going off the foundation, its build
for bipartsin, and that were God comes in for Bipartsin
a house divide, to divide and then conquer its our
policy pork barrel Regan would say its Pork Barrel
a house divide can Conquer, on the Mountain Stop
were GAINTS stand and the white snow on the mountain tops
home sweet, home were the green green trees
our on the snow cover Mountains and Blessed
is our home of Victory sweet sweet home of
Victory, were the fire is always lite, and Our 
Father is always home for the cold cold icly
World and Wars and we have know were to go go 
home on the Mountain Stops in God we
Trust. May 17 2007 the War Iraq


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MY FAVORITE POET

MY FAVORITE POET


My favorite poet is God above
Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.
Not pied pipers of misguided souls
Who promote distrust, hatred and crime.

Poetry is nature serenading in song
The peaceful roar of the oceans waves.
The wind through the trees and over the hills
And the flowers in the fields by the graves.

The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty
The songs of children at play in the park.
The far off rumble of trains or thunder
As they pass through the night in the dark.

The joy of our babies first words and steps
The passion of life with its heroes and clowns.
The on going struggle to survive our sins
As we proliferate in hamlets and towns.

My favorite poet is our father of love
Who was first to know us before birth.
His poetry prolongs every thing we love
As his deliverance gives life its worth.


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DANCER

I dance to the tune of the COLOUR of my skin
I glance in the room, looking at the trauma within
daily the world will spin, HEAVEN is for all, but a few get in
I neglect the torture history brings, I respect the future. 
Misery sings and fools listen.Its time to modify rules for our children
My skin carries heritage, The whole world knows my story, its CENTRE STAGE
Annointed with WORDS OF WISDOM, At last I am free like birds flying to freedom
Tormented cause we ahere KEEN, I danced to the tune of my skin.


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Mirror

My body faced towards a mirror
pondering how could my race be inferior
scars, once behind bars my realisation approaching nearer
iris zooming towards the mirror, my supremacy is clearer
Mother natures chosen, she cries and we hear her
walking closer to the mirror, and I see poison media
backstabbing and witchcraft whats your choice of beer
many tried and died,.. some molested by fear
dusty minds of the ancient soldiers in Libya
sinister actions of hatred towards the superior
They should make their mercy be our admirer 
Procure peace through a heart which is pure
every word that exits my jaw, 
mirror mirror looking at me like I have the world to live for
mirror nailing my bludders to the wall
mirror showing me an image, a purpose and matter scrimmage
Mirror shows me I, Not my life.


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my first pet

I    got  a  first  pet   it    was  different  from  everybody's  first  pet  i  had  a  half  
cat  half  dog.i  named it  cado.but i  thought he  was  cool.everyone  kept  making  
fun  of  him.but  i  loved  him  dearly.


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Where Are They Now

Mary had a little lamb that soon became someone's chops
That's a lie, a mouse never runs up a clock, only in the Boondocks
Little Miss Muffett sat on the Spider
Jack and Jill went up a hill, Jack killed Jill and tried to hide her
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard, there was no bone for the dog
Little Boy Blue got lost in the London Fog
Remember Little Jack Horner
He was put in a Roundhouse and told to sit in the corner
The Three Little Pigs were smoked and placed on the table
Goldi Locks visits The Three Bears more often now that they have Cable
Four and twenty Blackbirds were baked in a pie
The wolf was an assassin from the Government, Grandma was a suspected 
foreign spy
Green Eggs and Ham 
 According to the FDA are now just as dangerous as Spam
Acoording to the Police, there was no Giant and Jack never had a Beanstalk
He was just stoned from his Marijuana crop
Georgie Porgie later became better known as Boy George
The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe, still trying to hunt the fathers down for child 
support
Most of these celebrities wish to stay out of the spotlight
Twinkle Twinkle the Little Star dropped out of school and today is not so bright





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FLY-BOYS



World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

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feeling mind and body

wish you could've met him too
been someone to hear me cuz
my learning him, my yearning
was good and real and true 

maybe he was too perfect for me
so many feelings ago

he happened to me
he drew me in charcoal pencil
in my shades of black, gray 
and even between that

he taught me how to drive with my hands
to drive wihout needing my feet
he taught how to love with my mind
and music, art, words, imagination

that chair got between us too fast
I didn't care, but he did 
and I was too young to know
to know how to convince him


losing him
was as bad
as losing
how to walk

because it happened to him 
not me
and he couldn't feel anymore
anyone below his arms

he left me

and because he happened to me
not him
and I couldn't feel anymore
anyone above my arms

was that as bad 
as the loss of his legs?








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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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AlexanderThe Great





King Philip his father engaged a new teacher
When Alexander turned thirteen.
Aristotle the greatest mind of his time
Gave Alexander his taste for the unforeseen.

Alexander dreamed of a one world empire
Held together by one king and tradition.
After his father was murdered by rivals
He ruled in his place with conviction.

Philip’s death caused conquered kingdoms to rebel
And for next two years Alexander forced them to concede.
The huge Persian Empire of King Darius III
Posed the greatest threat to Greeks and their creed.

The Persian cavalry numbered over forty thousand
Plus one million foot soldiers with weapons and shield.
Alexander’s  troops numbered thirty thousand on the ground
Along side five thousand horsemen who dominated the field.

Alexander practiced many new methods of  war
One of his most effective was called the siege train.
Several high towers would be rolled up to city walls on wheels
From which defenders were overwhelmed and slain.

He developed mechanical machines of death
Catapults, which hurled fifty pound stones.
Large arrows and burning balls of  fire
Smashing walls, buildings and bones.

Soon Alexander fulfilled his prophecy
Sitting on the golden throne of Persian kings.
Possessing great treasures from conquered lands
Though his greatest need was conquest not things.

Alexander, king of Asia, would not be satisfied
His ambition and ego denied him rest.
He decided to march his armies to India
Putting the Rajahs armies and elephants to test.

The huge beasts, which were unknown in Europe
Frightened Alexander’s men at the start.
In spite of their fear disciplined prevailed
As Greek spears tore holes in their heart.

Exhausted by years of hardship and battle.
His men refused to go on and Alexander gave in.
Disease, thirst, and hunger were their constant companions
From the time they left Greece till they were home again.

Alexander was physically and emotionally sick
To the point of becoming critically ill.
He died in Babylon at thirty-two
King of prophecies he pledged to fulfill.


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Look what they done to the world

There's a war going on each day
Is no one safe ?
You better pray
Make a move
Or run away

Listen to your radio
Or watch the news on mothers link
Is there no one free ?
Is it better to be you 
Or would you rather be me 

Fools rule the world 
Life means nothing to you !
A pot of gold is all you wish to hold
Try a fatherless child
The mothers gone wild
As she puts her man in the ground .


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DAVID AND GOLIATH

DAVID AND GOLIATH


David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep, 
Would pray to his God before he would sleep.
One day he awoke to the roar of beasts;
A bear and a lion in search of a feast.

David slew both with his knife and his hand,
Though still just a boy and not yet a man.
The Lord's love for David was proven once again,
When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men.

Goliath’s beastly fingers and hideous toes,
Made David more selective with the stones that he chose.
One for the giant, he knew he would slay,
Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day.

The giant told David, "I'll tear you apart;
The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart."
David yelled back, "I’ll soon see you dead,
And when I’m through I’ll cut off your head!"

The worst of all men, drew high with his arm,
Came forth to David to do him great harm.
The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx; 
 A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks.

Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down; 
A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground.
With Goliath’s own sword, David chopped off his head, 
Then took it to Jerusalem, to prove that he was dead.

By Tom Zart
 


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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THE HINGE OF HISTORY

THE HINGE OF HISTORY


The hinge of history swings in all directions 
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings, 
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. 
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. 
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; 
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, 
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

By Tom Zart
 


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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THE HORNETS of HELL

THE HORNETS of HELL


The hornets of hell swarm from their nest
Overwhelming all the victims they can.
To sting as many souls as possible
In their destruction of the glory of man.

They murder, rob, rape and plunder
While provoking the meek to submit.
They lie, deceive and mislead
And depend on the world to forget.

Eager to enhance their numbers
They are the cheerleaders of disgrace.
Their agendas of sin must be stopped
For the betterment of each race.

Endless is God’s test of time
To measure man’s spiritual worth
Unwholesome deeds tempt us all
Festering in the repugnance of earth.

The hornets of hell are on the hunt
In all directions by day or night.
The Armor of God shields man’s soul
And gives us our resolve to fight.

The champions of heaven in rapture await
To see who will stumble and fall.
They watch us struggle, in our world of woe
As they pray we will heed, God’s call.

Fools declare we must hide from view
And leave the hornets of hell alone
But when we ignore the liabilities of life
The failings of man become, our own.

By Tom Zart


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erotica

Another day gone in history with no remarkable print in history to be remembered by.  Night time,  the only time I get the opportunity for that five minutes of sweet escape. In my mind, visions of you, me, us is as real as the bed I lie on. That five minutes when I can actually taste your sweet dark chocolate taste with no reservation, no shame just euphoria. Strong, dark and powerful with the feel of individuality.  Authenticity describes that which I savour mixed with a good helping of originality making reality seem dull. Heighten senses as awareness of the surreal becomes real. Pleasure to touch even for the briefest moments of lips that might never know each other. Intense rush of emotions I cannot describe as we inter twine as one only for a second. Seconds which leaves satisfied feelings for a life time. Your voice which is only audible to me, ever caressing places the flesh has never been before with words so deep, it draws tears to my eyes.  My soul craving more of you, these feelings, fulfilment. Lost within moments as sleep steals me away from you once more. We shall meet again when the night comes once more.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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JONAH

JONAH


God’s words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh
A great city from which armies against Israel often came.
Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea
Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame.

The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose
And the crew became frightened and began to pray.
They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat
As they pondered who among them should be cast away?

They chose to draw lots to expose God’s offender.
And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call
The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore,
When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God’s law.

Jonah’s body hardly touched the waters of the deep
When up came a huge fish, and swallowed him whole.
From within it’s belly he had time to think of his sins
Make peace with God, and purify his soul.

After three days, the fish swam close to shore
Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed.
Again Jonah heard God’s voice from his heart
Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer’s charm.

Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people
God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways.
To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins
And were told by their king to pray for God’s praise.


By Tom Zart




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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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GENERAL WASHINGTON

GENERAL WASHINGTON


Once in command, he boxed in the British 
At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights,
Overlooking the Brits at his mercy 
As his men took aim with their cannon sites.

The British commander had but one choice, 
To sail to New York to renew the fight.
Where the English had much greater forces, 
Who soon chased Washington's men in full flight.

They continued on to Pennsylvania 
After crossing the Hudson in retreat, 
With the British forces in hot pursuit
It looked as though George was doomed to defeat.

When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting 
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware. 
On that Christmas night he captured Trenton 
Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

He whipped the British at Princeton, 
Where in victory his men began to sing. 
Washington then wintered at Morristown, 
Training his troops for the combat of spring.

Washington fought bravely at Brandywine 
And again at a place called Germantown, 
But the British were the victorious ones 
 As the dead of both sides covered the ground.

Americans were blessed early that spring,
When the French entered the war on their side.
Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge, 
With the help of the French they marched in stride.

The battles raged on, in the North and South 
As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land.
Washington himself was in great despair, 
Pleading for aid for his weakened command.

His prayers were answered by 5000 troops, 
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown, 
Who surrendered to victory drums at play.

Yorktown was really the end of the war 
Though not many quite realized that fact yet. 
But the British soon grew tired of the fight
And the terms for its end were signed and set.

Washington yearned to retire at home, 
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support, 
For they believed that "he," by God, was sent.

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Ode-THE FLAG THAT SHALL NEVER FALL

This is the flag that shall never fall,
a flag woven with stars...blue as the widest ocean,
and red as the blood sustaining my heartbeat evermore;
empires rise and fall, this one will endure furthermore,
and under the watchful eyes of the Almighty,
I foresee a renewed prosperity, not calamity! 



They tried to tear it down and strip it of all its glory,
the mighty towers crumbled down and turned into toxic dust,
and still that flag was raised on the piles of debris
by the brazen firefighters of the greatest city;
and while this city breathed death everywhere...imagining the worst, 
the Good Samatarians pulled many out of the infernal ruins!



Be proud, Americans for your bravery is long remembered,
and you, hard-working folks, who came from other countries to lead a better life,
loyalty and fortitude are the virtues to fight the dismayed and arrogant enemy;
all join in to sing liberty's anthem...God, our Lord, is listening!
Be assured that your flag shall never fall, hold it up with all your audacity;
and nobody can ever take it down or defile it by burning it with fire!
 


Wave, O brave Americans, the flag that shall never fall,
I am the foreigner who has praised its peaceful quest from the very beginning,
and will for endless ages through my poetic voice, which will never be silenced or die!
Let me sing with you, O fellow Americans, and share your fervent pride;   
I will pray for those blessings that are a joy to be received, 
so that your country remains safe and your flag shall never fall! 


My poem is dedicated to the victims and survivors of the September 11 attack on America

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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Voices From Up Under

for we will always remember
two birds who shared a vicious story.
causing havoc and destruction 
to our memory
our hearts and our glory.
Visions of falling figures 
jumping in desperation
for they had no freedom.
Crossing over to the light
knocking on heaven's door
known as His Kingdom.
Courageous men in uniform with badges,
and some with firehoses and axes
are now missing in action.
And as the chain of events unraveled
this mountain of blazing thunder
opens my heart 
to voices from up under.
I come to you, in honor of these brothers,
with great gratitude and respect.
for they took a vow
to honor, serve and protect.
for on this tragic day of events
we all lost a mother,
a father,
a sister,
a brother,
a friend,
and a partner.
who's never been more honored.
for I am the voice speaking out to you
on this day.
Wishing you the very best.
needing to show our support,
love and respect.
but time is of the essence,
now can we bow our heads,
close our eyes
and pray...
Father,
We are all here to celebrate
and to commemorate a treasure
we found in our brothers.
for this is a simple thank you, 
for the gift of hope.
for this is the rope
that gave us all
a choice to grieve and cope.
may you continue to bless our heroes,
until we meet again.
With love,
signed...
THE VOICES FROM UP UNDER
Amen.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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BRUTAL TIME

Innocent inside the circle,
you reached nowhere.
Dirty hands on the knob
kept the century locked.

Carbon footprints were deepening
under the sun, blue bird
circling in vain. The jealous
moon exiled to black hole.

The dust of the brutal time
settles on the umbrella. I am shivering.
The lies, the religion, the horrible
facts smell of the million deaths.

Who mode the tapestry of violence
into boneless truth and hairless
legs of prayers? Freedom escapes
through the scrolls of flames.



SATISH VERMA


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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The Power Within

The power within to show people your not afraid.

The power within to prove you care.

The power within to have the courage.

The power within to stand up for what's right.

The power within to embrace yourself.

The Power within to express yourself.

The power within to show your smarts.

The power within to leave the ones behind who really don't encourage you.

The power within to use your mind and soul.

The power within to look beyond this world.

The power within to help others in need.

The power within to take Chances.

The power within to start a new beginning.

The power within to lift up your heart and see a brighter day and not people's 
wretched ways.


The power within to grow strong and move along.
And The power within to one day come together as one nation.


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My ABC's in 2007

Aberrant
Blind Bushs'
Crude callous
Debauched democracy,
Elevating
Fabricated facts
Garnering grizzly
Hell
In Iraq.
Jaundiced justified
Killing
Myriad
Numbers
Of other
People,
Quickly
Reassuring
Safety
To those
United ultras'
Vaporous vapid
World with
Xyloid
Yuppie
Zombies.


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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THE FIRST THANKSGIVING

THE FIRST THANKSGIVING



The Pilgrims held the first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.

Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.

They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.

Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.

It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.

From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 president Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.

The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.

It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.


THANKSGIVING


It's a time of plenty and a time for prayer, 
A time for families to gather and share.
It's a time to remember those pilgrims past, 
A time to celebrate life, while it last.

As we bow our heads around the table,
With turkey, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. 
Before we feast we’ll thank our Lord
For the blessings of the year gone by.

Old Jack Frost is freezing on the windows, 
As outside the bitter wind blows. 
While inside there's a red, hot fire,
Which welcomes and warms both hearts and souls.


By Tom Zart


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Misbegotten Mistress

Alluring
bulbous
curves
Deciduous
eyes
feudal
green
Harvesting
insatiable
juniper
king
Languid
morning
nymph
Opulent
pedestrian
queen
Regal
seeds
toiling
under
vanquished
winter
Xanadu’s
youthful
zeal


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Worlds

minds that heard over ten thousand
voices,and lived for hundreds of 
years.

We leave marks that we repeat.
Same faults left us empty handed.
History eats it's self.

One war one millions die,
Questions why?No explanation
only it had to be done.

Everybody is angry,hurt,punished,
sad. Wars change beliefs 
and destroys lives.

What was the purpose?
What kind of problems were
solved?
Nothing at all.

What would happen
if we became one world,
one nation?


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fatherland

God bless our noble fatherland, great land of sunshine bright, where brave men chose the way of peace, to win their freedom fight, may we preserve our purity, our zest life and jolity, God bless our noble countrymen. and women everywhere, teach them to walk in unity. to build our nation dear, forgetting region, tribe or religion. but being our brother's keeper and living in harmony.


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WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST

WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST


Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in countries apart.
Who call for greater firepower
And troops for the combat chart.

While out among the shattered flesh
The dreams of all have turned gray.
So young and determined their faces were
Till on the battlefield they lay.

Unable to overcome their pride
The overseers cast their vote.
For this or that or something else
As the thunder of war sounds its note.

Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Down through history it remains the same
Most who pass are hardly more than boys.


By Tom Zart

















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Dozens of Flowers...

I dreamt...
I was covered...
Roses...
Daisies...
Chrystals...
Good vibes...
I dreamt
of dreams..
and wishes.......


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Is It To Late For Us

I take this pain from you leaving
I take this hurt where you tore my heart apart
This part of me thats empty now
This love we shared thats disappeared
Not seen! Not heard!
Till this day I still pray for you to fill this empty hole
This love could mend the darkest sole
This love could free the damned from hell
please help relief this pain and hatred now!


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$urface

A look far $urface Iland place
I stay where mostly gone both 
Shells a part across swimed
Around Natureness Dawn grewed
Some seven Seas of Flowers and dirt
Whence soil fresh sent after Industries
Time wacthing new Years $urface spined
Hurricane peaces telling whats good news
Alot justly foat on my Boat anear
Home washly away pastess Day's
Building mine Outside this walk
Finish yes Mam; no Sir, happy after
Done  dee's about picture Daddy
I'am love first Name: and last
I'll promise wished Star later noontide
Like Balloon's going too Heaven sliping
Off thy Finger tips notice trill
Magic fly an Space on my paper
For another sweet poem foever
Read Generation coming aloud say
$urface Baby Girl Me and you mint
Ass sweet candy cotton
Together every peek out or Eye
We see $urface there,,,
Notice:Martinez Roberson


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ON BURNING COALS

Loneliness of non-being and,
reality, fill up the vessel. 
I search for the eloquence while, 
emptiness will be my forte. 
Countless words are crossing 
like a promise in milk-white days 
I gather sunlight through grass leaves.

Life had been full of shadows, 
lengthening, penetrating 
the tapestry of love. 
The descent was steep. 
Coming home I found 
no humming words. 
Sitting in dark 
I wait for shooting stars.

Measuring the blood, drawn from our hurts
was a royal reward 
for your fingers. 
You are allowed to compare blood 
with brown coffee. 
Sand in our eyes, 
we walked bare-foot 
on burning coals.


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how do I fill.

how do I fill as look into the ski's at my fallen peers,
  as a child I longed for a way out as the elders lie dead in the streets,
  as blood from family ran under my feet,
and watched as they washed it away with pour of there beer.

how do I fill, at 13 I watched more people die then an R rated movie
  friends who I once laughed with now 6ft under or in a 6by6cell,
  this was all I knew growing up this was my hell,
gang bangers, drug dealers, users, losers this is what was for me.

teen years a blur coated with alcohol and smoke,
  seeing life end in so many ways sadated my emotions,
  no hope no dreams and as for the man up stairs nothing but questions,
a child of the street willing to do any thing but step up and chock.

pushed to the very edge before I walked away,
  stranger in a strange land before it would be to late,
   I suppress the abused child, hid the villain deep down and locked the gate,
if myself can see who I was today...what would I say.

how do I fill,the homies from the hood wouldn't notice me,
  I no longer look like them, talk like them even walk like them,
  there no more reason to hate no reason for me to be condemned,
not from a hood hanging with the boys but a father with a family,

brown pride not seen but is still rich in my blood no matter what they say,
  what do they see...I'm not who I use to be,
  I'm alive,I live, my thoughts are clear and care free,
how do I fill...looking at them I now know there is another way.

from above how do they see me,
  do the Aztec worriers hang there head in shame,
  am I no longer part of the tribe because I don't play the game,
how do I fill...years later...proud to be.   




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left,right,old tower

left,right old tower,dish the spoon upon the hour,can i plead for nery hour?my 
machine does many things but ne er enough to dow her.its cringle up and flancy 
pants,dont give dudes a second chance.we are wise to sew this,its preamble on 
the whoa's list.cant team up with a devil,and dont want to.my apartment is got 
to.do?do you like the filth and monger,my love,getting stronger,feel the filth of me 
longer,pen in hand,i destroy your land and add to my o'dower.


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KENNEDY= THE WAR YEARS PT-109

KENNEDY= THE WAR YEARS
PT-109


After the attack on Pearl Harbor
He applied for sea duty in the war. 
Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy
Became known for his bravery and more.

In the dark hours before dawn
On August 2, of 43.
Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat
Through the blackness of night at sea.

PT – 109, was on Solomon’s patrol
With a 12-man crew in a plywood craft.
 A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night
Ramming and cutting Kennedy’s boat in half.

Two of the crew just disappeared
A third was badly burned. 
Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck,
Where in pain his leadership he earned.

Some of his men had never learned to swim
As he gathered them on the bobbing bow.
The hours passed till it seemed it would sink
So they made for an island and here’s how. 

He ordered those who could to swim 
The others were to hang on to a beam.
Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor
And off they tread through the ocean stream.

With his teeth clenched on the burnt man’s vest straps
Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles.
5 hours later they all made it
Despite their hardships, sharks, and trials.

The next problem was how to summon up help
Without arousing the enemy all around.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Eventually two natives in a canoe were found.

Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut
To be delivered to a base 38 miles away.
The message made it and they were saved
 And their courage still lives us today.


By Tom Zart









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Martin

Son
I had a dream
and I will never let go

I graced you his name
and don't you EVER
let go

be strong son
my so worthy child










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Butterflys

butterflys to me are an instinct animal and everything goes haywire when things 
go extinct or is it right by gods will?  that is the conundrum of society to me plus 
political parties.....who to pick?  or is it just the canidate!!!!!only the voter knows 
truely and only then came you make your own decision.  I my myself am a 
republican.  How beutiful the butterflys are.


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Deyab

Deyab my love your eyes tell me your love is true.
your touch is so passionate yet so gentle.
your heart is so caring.
it calls me in my sleep.
i dream of only you.
my heart skips a beat when i see you.
my body tells me you are the one for me.
my mind thinks of only you.
my eyes see you for who you are.
you are my one true love.
i have dreamed of someone like you my whole life and now i finally found you.


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BURNT TASTE

A cyan globe
rolling in the black sky.
I was visualizing
an earthset
on the horizon.

Lianas
threw a noose
around my neck.
Did I 
start the fires?

My dissent
was of any relevance?
Who was standing
on the moon?

Self-centered was your vision
I was trying
to turn the tide.

So much bragging
could not go well with me.
The tongue had the burnt taste.

 
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GREEN VISION

In a starry night
an adolescent thought starts
a rivalry. A baby moon squirms.
No hour was safe from terror in dark.
I climb the stairs breathlessly.

The great divide deepens in hearts.
Incisors bite the tongue,
grey cells bleed inside.
Thick ash has not stopped the cinders
smouldering under the veils of flushed peace.
Cupped tears wash the feet of death,
a caravan of words moves desolated,
cutting on the edges, before you say
goodbye to green vision.

Today I am pulling out the nails
from the walls. No hangings of departed centuries.
No portraits of exiled flames.
Only the face of truth, burning
at the interface of unthruths.



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FORGOTTEN HILLS

Again I was giving chase
to a mirage.
Wiping off the transient thoughts
oozing from every orifice,
I will sell my dreams today.
Limb by limb,
the naked and brute will buy 
the bonanza.

For a lost scent
I wandered from moon to moon
flitting past the sky of doves,
and the lonely winds
of crowded griefs.
The trampled earth
will not soak the joy of burning sun.
The tree and the flowers,
and the seeds falling in a heap
went unnoticed.

Now I will go in the forgotten hills
through mist and rains.
Give me some more pain,
it makes me move faster. 


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shout your walls down

God does not go about giving his people the spirit of fear
He gives them love, power and a sound mind with which to bear
and when God spoke to Joshua, He said,"fear not"
trust in Me to deliver you with all the power that I've got
I command you to go forth and to participate
not cower in a corner nor pause nor hesitate
come out of your comfort zone and worship from the heart
jump for joy, shout and stomp and give honor to God
for I don't know what you came to do, but I came to praise the Lord
to edify, glorify and exalt Him and I suggest you get on board
don't just sit in that pew looking like you just don't care
give God all the praise, remember He's the reason why you are here

Christianity is a lifestyle and it's based solely on who you know
get acquainted with the Living God and let the walls around you go
believe in Him, receive from Him and open up to Him your heart
gaze up to the eyes of the Creator who gave you your life's start
change your belief system and trust in God's Kingdom of Light
disregard what the world has to say, be acceptable in His sight
you're no longer lost but now to be found
with the power within to shout your walls down
understand that nothing is impossible 
if you believe in the Living Gospel 

the written word of God was sent to us with love
and when the Spirit speaks it's a direct command from above
the anointed word of God is a revelation that's  always true
so when the Spirit speaks you know what you must do
for every word that comes from God is a manifest
every promise will be fulfilled so your testimony will progress
and whenever God says "It's finished", consider it done
acquiesce to the authority of Christ, the Anointed One

we tend to put walls up in many aspects of society
to keep us in and others out, to cut off humanity
be they wood, concrete, cement or steel
physical barriers that are very real
we also put up invisible walls inside of our minds
psychological barriers that keep us in a mental bind
disappointments, failure, illness and pain
emotional barriers that cause us some strain
don't put your faith in the hands of mere men
for mankind will let you down again and again

and when God gave Joshua a most direct and specific command
how to shout down the walls around Jericho and on His word to stand
shout, shout shout, shout the Lord God did say
shout down the walls in your life and trust in God to lead the way


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Black Man

Black man Black man why should you hold that gun in your hand/
Black man Black man why should you put that body in the sand/
Black man Black man why should you treat another man like dirt/
Black man Black man why do you put your mother through all this hurt/
Black man Black man why did you shoot that man/
Black man Black man now his blood is on your hands/
Black man Black man it’s time to grow up and be a man/
Black man Black man please take that gun from your hand.


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SUNRISE

The decline was steep. 
Somewhere the clouds burst in tears.
Sitting on the flat prejudice
we weaved a gift of poison for everyone. 
It did not stain our shirts. 
The big fat people moved about 
with great confidence to change the world. 
I suffered inwardly.

Perhaps the greed drank
from our passions.
A spectre of hounding.
Which never  stopped.
My parents knew better, 
always talked of comportment.
Like our love for neighbours. 
The turmoil drifted now in our hearts.

A self-potrait became
the vehicle of death
I visited myself, 
to wind up the matters of concern. 
The graffiti on the abandoned 
walls of memories erased 
time, altered the wounds, 
and trembling shadows. 
Sunrise will provide me a lesson.



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INCONTINENCE

Let me change the contours of life,
polluted mind-set. 
Spider webs have 
elective sites of emotions. 
I want to open a new range, 
to locate the corrupt moments. 
Turn over your face, 
let me find the scars.

The soaring pinnacle, 
fatherless fame, were declining. 
The rot was setting on
the fresco of the wall. 
Aspiring for god-head 
they have choked the fluiting. 
Hands and eyes are cadaverous, 
unmoving. Sun is burning very hot.

Not tomorrow, 
today we have to bid farewell
to neutral day. 
Life will not spare the casting. 
Too much mist 
has settled on the eyes, 
raining madness on the road. 
Month and years 
are giving incontinence.


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FULL STOP

I allowed you to tread on me unflinchingly.
My mind on pause,
ungrieved you turn back the clock.
Enough to stun the century,
I take cognisance of divine’s club foot.

I did not believe in self-pity
but I was racing against time
to avoid a jealous path running with me.
Yet I was sleeping on bushes of estranged thorns
without locking my golden age.

Tulips are no more my favourites.
You have to dig deep to plant the bulbs
and wait. When death opens the door for me,
I wanted to be free from any commitment
and ready to walk in, like a foot soldier.

This cosmos is mine, body is for you.
It no more obeys my command.
No more commas are needed,
a final full stop will do.
I am returning back to my home.




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see.

covered are the sea reefs,
                            hidden from our eyes,
covered are the mountain tops
                            high up in the ski,
covered is the green land fields
                            once a natural site,
covered is the history that is ours
                             the history of the fight,
covered for us not to see
                            covered but I can't let that be.


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Look what they done to the world

There's a war going on each day
Is no one safe ?
You better pray
Make a move 
Or run away

Listen to your radio
Or watch the news on mothers link
Is there no one free ?
Is it better to be you 
Or would you rather be me 

Fools rule the world
Life means nothing to you !
A pot of gold is all you wish to hold
Try a fatherless child
The mothers gone wild
As she puts her man in the ground .


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The Human condition


Love those in need of care
Fill the hungry with food
Coddle the orphan with loads to bare
Believe in the misunderstood

Help the weak to fend for themselves
Help those without cause to believe
Excite the poor with prospects of wealth
Learn from the wise, teach what you conceive

Direct the blind who cannot see
Provide the cold with hope & heat
Release the caged, set them free
Salute those who admit defeat

Accept what’s written in the stars
Believe in fate and destiny
Bring peace to those at constant war
Shelter the scared, show sympathy

Live morals, grace and capability
Have faith in the human entity

Profit from the song I was born to sing
Promise the poet his dreams
Wolves in sheep’s clothing lingering
Not everything is what it seems.