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Details | Free verse | |

Yes Friend, It Will Matter

Say not to me,
that it will not matter a hundred years from now,
that I was here.
For surely I have touched one life in a positive way,
perhaps in daily prayer
I've called your name one day.
Having no profound accomplishments or delusions of fame,
and leaving no progeny
to perpetuate my name,
still, it will matter that I was here.
For I have quietly endeavored to sow, and I have watered.
I love and am loved--should one desire more?
Life is good and hopefully God is pleased.
The tracks I'll leave, it's true,
will not be so ingrained as to stand harsh winds of time
and they shall fade as the evening sun,
leaving somewhere, only a name and date chiseled in granite.
Perhaps, if only in thought,
one pausing o'er me should question, who was this man?
Let God simply whisper, that I am His.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Details | Ode | |

Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     



Details | Free verse | |

My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...


Details | Elegy | |

IN AN UNKNOWN GRAVE HE LIES

This is about a man whose name is Jesse
Born In Kansas and raised in Missouri
 Was called to fight for his beloved country
And  assigned to defend an outlying territory

Jesse fought as hard as any American would
For freedom and democracy he did everything he could
For Uncle Sam, even in danger steadfast he stood
Believing in his heart that everything will turn out good

He was with the Death March in Bataan
But he was helped to escape by his special someone
Josie was the name of this special woman
Who walked along with the March since it began

It was in the territory that he met Josie
A woman whose dad was from Cincinnati
The two fell in love cause they had chemistry
They had their first child in nineteen forty three

In forty four he was again captured by the Japanese
He was already sick cause he caught a disease
Was taken to a prison camp and placed under lock and keys
In the end the harsh conditions led to his demise

Josie tried to look for his grave but failed
She couldn't do anything and in sadness she wailed
There were reports that he died in the hell ship as it sailed
But to get proof to the true cause of his death we have failed

Jesse died in January of nineteen forty five
Stories about him that Josie told kept him alive
In the heart of his descendants his memories survive
Love for him in their hearts continues to thrive

But every time I go to bed and close my eyes
I see his face and think of the truth that I despise
My whole body stiffens and I get as cold as ice
Sadly thinking that still, in an unknown grave he lies

NOTE
(For my grandfather US Army 2nd Lt. Jesse C. Boak of the 33rd Infantry 
Regiment, who was declared MIA in WWII. His body was never found and true 
cause of his death was never known.His name is listed in the Tablets of the 
Missing at the Manila American Cemetery and on a Memorial Monument at the 
State of Missouri
Grandpa even though I never got the chance to really know you I will always be 
proud of you-JEB)

                                                           JESSE C. BOAK
                                                           2nd Lt. US Army
                                                                1917-1945
               Awards: Silver Star, Bronze Star, Purple Heart with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters


Details | I do not know? | |

mr death

 Everyone meets me for certain one day.
I appear when you least expect, and lead you on your way. Don’t ask me any 
questions, as I have nothing to say, but when I finally meet you, it will be your final 
day.
The job I have is hard, but work will never cease, for I am the one who leads you to 
everlasting peace. 
I show up when your name appears, be you king or queen or pauper. I must lead 
you to the light, father, mother, son or daughter.
My name I hear you ask? Some call me death, or the gate keeper. But for most of 
you I am simply known as the  GRIM REAPER.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Name Is Sam

The kids are playing in the park 
It's late afternoon,  but not yet dark 
Time for one last game of hide and seek 
"Everybody hide and nobody peek".

One little girl stops on the grass to tie her shoe 
She has to hurry before they find her to
Suddenly a shadow falls over her 
She looks up to find a strangers face 

"Hello little girl", the man says with a grin 
"Would you like me to help you win"?
"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers Mommy says"

He reaches out and takes her hand 
"Well ", he says "My name is Sam"
Now that we have met, your Mommy wouldn't object 
"I guess your right", she says with a smile on her face
And she lets him guide her to a hiding place 

Within an hour, everyone is searching the park 
She hasn't come home and now it's dark 
They search and search,  but to no avail 
Her Mother is frightened and very pale

The police arrive and comb the woods 
A short distance in,
The search dog Buddy 
Makes a very grizzly discovery 

They find her lying on the ground 
Her tiny body bent and bound 
Her panties down around her knees 
The horrific scene covered in leaves

Her Mom sees the ambulance by the woods 
She arrives in time to see her beloved daughter 
Being carried in a black  bag thru the trees
The shock and pain bring her to her knees 

Her tears rage, "Oh My God, how can this be,
It was only a game, who whould want to hurt my child?"
She shakes her head, her eyes gone wild 
"Dear God, please no, don't let this be, please, please, 
bring her back to me"!

A few days later in a little church graveyard 
She buries her only child 
Her anger burns deep within 
For the person who perpetrated this sin 

She prays to the Lord for justice to prevail 
As the casket is lowered to the ground 
She prays that he will soon be found

Across town on that very day 
The children are playing in the park 
It's late afternoon, but not yet dark
A man approaches another one and extends his hand
"Hello", he says "My name is Sam"!


Details | I do not know? | |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Details | Bio | |

Outside looking In

Im going to tell you a story about a girl.
She was smart, and ready to take on the world.
Had a hard childhood with her mother always ill,
but her father worked hard and struggled to pay the bills.
My name is Pam and the poem your about to read,
Is a interesting poem, all about me.
I started to feel depression and pain,
at the age of 15 I was snorting cocaine.
I got pregnant at a young age and wanted to explore,
So I walked right out of my families door.
Time went on and I was still not around,
My mom grew sicker and dad wearing a frown.
Not much longer until I experienced this change,
and tragic horrible hurt and feeling of pain.
I walked in that room ,and climbed in the bed
I layed down beside him, and layed down my head.
With my hear I could hear his heartbeat.
The next thing I new we were burying him six feet deep.
At the funeral they said she was in a better place,
but it just wasnt fair to see that look on her face.
My mom that is she died with my dad,
She may have been breathing but always so sad
Two years later she decided to give up,
her faith was gone and hope for luck up.
Thats when I really started to struggle,
barely getting by and forgetting that i was mother.
She seen me drift into a dark place,
I started loosing weight in my stomach and my face.
Before I new it I was always getting high,
Weeks became months, and time flew right by
Its to bad that I chose this new path I was on ,
Because on August 11Th I got a call saying my mother was gone.
Like a replay I walked into that room,
to see her lying there as stiff as a broom.
I layed down beside her and rubbed my fingers
through her hair , but the pain I was feeling I just couldn't bare.
You would think after loosing my mom and my dad,
Anything else wouldnt seem near as bad
Within four years I had nothing left,
My child was taken for my foolish regrets.
Just me and my addiction no more tears to cry,
so many different ways that I could get high.
I would like to introduce this powerful drug,
It bring nothing but bad when I was searching for love.
The name is crystal, Crystal Meth
The one thing in the world, I wish I had never met...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Free verse | |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


Details | Free verse | |

Barry Cowsill leaving

 
      A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills 
      remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old.
      As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans 
      Barry Cowsill  the hidden artist yet well known .

      Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me ..
      "do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing ..
     "long ,beautiful Hair,  Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy " 
      his life and smile , his love , imagining  me for a while , yes ..in love.

     My Friend met his fate  passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation 
     Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen
     Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge , 
     The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry,  too great for Our World .
     Remembering the Jazz festival,  memories,  torn in my mind yet left behind ,

     Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Elegy | |

God Received An Angel

In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie. 
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate, 
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart, 
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift 
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
 I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways 
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws 
But I am wondering is that all.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

A Fable Of Death, To The Boy Named Harp.

Here, is a boy that wandered astray,
He went for a walk and got lost on the way,
He tried to find home, wherever that is,
He tried to find comfort that he could call his,
He walked through the woods and past the oak trees,
He followed the rivers and the warm summer breeze,
He came to a house that was rotting away,
He said to himself “Here’s where I’ll stay”.
He was going to sleep when he herd a dull scream,
He didn’t think much, he thought it was a dream.
He woke in the morning tied to the bed,
Before him was a man, who was sick in the head,
The man was curious as to what this boy was named,
When asked, “Harp” is the name the boy Claimed,
The man looked at Harp and quietly said, 
My name is Randal, and soon you’ll be dead,
Randal began to inflict horrible pain,
He watched this boy bleed and didn’t refrain.
After weeks of torture and equal unrest,
The boy named Harp made his final request,
He looked at the man that had tore him apart,
And said “Kill me please, and save my young heart.”
The man looked at Harp with tears in his eyes,
He said “sorry my boy. Now you shall die”,
After this man had ended Harp’s pain,
He left the boys corps to rot in the rain.
I guess in the end it was all meant to be,
For death was the way to make this boy see,
He was better off dead because now he cant feel,
Feel the pain he once wished wasn’t real.
He was just a boy with a loving heart,
The story of his life, the boy named Harp.


Details | I do not know? | |

This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 3 The Guestbook

The Guestbook
I signed the guestbook, hoping that _____, Jenny’s mom would get my message and get in 
contact with me. In the mean time, every person who signed it, I got updates about.
Then, one Saturday, I got this e-mail saying someone had signed the guest book, so right 
away, I read it. It was someone named ________, from Ohio…and that she was Jenny’s 
biological sister, and she left a phone number. Now…I know this name…because my birth 
father’s mother had told me that name when I met her in January. So, I nervously picked up 
the telephone and dialed the number. Thank goodness the machine picked up, LOL…I said 
hello, my name is Melissa Powell, I am in Indiana. Jenny was my biological sister, by the 
same birth father, and I think that you and I may be sisters too. Give me a call when you 
can. Two hours later…the phone rang…it was ______…confirming we were indeed sisters! 
Then she dropped a bomb on me…I had another sister _____! Wow…I lost one sister 2 
weeks ago…and today, I find out I have two more sisters! What a blessing! So in the mean 
time, ____, _____ and I are getting to know each other, and our families. So we get to 
talking about possibly looking for other siblings because out birth grandmother has told us 
there are indeed more of us out there. So we look on Facebook with the names. ________ I 
wrote to about 20 _______ Even though when I saw her picture when I wrote her…I knew 
she was my sister…we could be identical twins! So a few weeks go by…then on April 3, I get 
home from Good Friday Church services and there is a e-mail from ______…Call me, I found 
_______… Not only did we find _______…we found _____!

So with the tragic death of our beautiful sister Jenny…it brought all of all us together!
Now we have the rest of our lives to be sisters and get to know one another. God works in 
mysterious ways, and we all believe that he brought us together using Jenny as our northern 
star. And there are even more of us out there! Current count…Six girls and we are told we 
may even have some brothers somewhere!




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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


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Painful Truth

I started this day off with a smile and was in a cheerful spirits,
Then someone spoke your name and I couldn't bare to hear it.
It cut straight through my core and pierced me deep within  my soul.
Then came the crying , the sobbing and the emotions that I can't control.
It's like having an open wound from white phosphorus never healing inside,
and it burns and tares through me, when I accept that you died.
I block out the heartache, sometimes for days and days on end,
But as soon as I hear your sweet name it all starts over again.
I cry and I cry, The tears feel like boiling oil running down my face,
I don't know how can I stop grieving a pure love that can't be replaced.
I swear I can't breathe at times, I fall down to my knees,
To the world they don't understand why i feel such loss for my niece.
But you weren't just a niece, nor just a daughter, sister or Friend.
To our family you were an Angel from God, that we put on lend.
I am tired of pretending that you're still 3,000 miles away,
and that I can pack up and come see you and hold you again one day.
I am tired of refusing to look at your pictures, and of not speaking Your name.
And I am angry that you are gone, gone.... forever, and I have noone to blame.
I could go on and on forever, but, I feel more than I can express,
yet my words will fix nothing for,  they can't wake you from eternal rest.


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DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


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William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .


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Death Trophy

Congratulations, you've been buried today
Far under the earth you can hear them say
Goodbye; it's like you wanted me to find you this way
My mind says to leave but my heart says stay

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain

Couldn't you see what you meant to me?
Couldn't you just hold on?
Leaving me here with your death trophy
And a never-ending song
Couldn't you see what you meant to us?
Why couldn't you take the pain?
I carve your name on your death trophy
Waiting for the rain...

My condolences, your baby is gone
He shot himself dead at the break of dawn
I wonder if he ever thought it was wrong
I set the pictures on the lyrics of this song and

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain

Couldn't you see what you meant to me?
Couldn't you just hold on?
Leaving me here with your death trophy
And a never-ending song
Couldn't you see what you meant to us?
Why couldn't you take the pain?
I carve your name on your death trophy
Waiting for the rain...

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain
Wait for the rain...wait for the rain...
Wait for the rain


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SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson


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Widow's Peak

Her name is now a legend 
Before her name was feared
The lady Henrietta 
Lean close and lend an ear

They say her status started
One night long time ago
She found her husband cheating
With the girl she knew next door

Her mind did snap
Her heart grew cold
With a knife she stole their souls
Cut the beating heart away 
Ate flesh when cold

Within her veins flowed the blood
Of the one who done her wrong
Gave her everlasting life
Her age in death was old

But one small thing that should be said
About the spell she cast
That beauty would always be her guide
In death she looked her best

Word spread quickly through the town
Where Henrietta lived
About the spell she cast the night
Her husband committed sin

Women came to ask for help 
To change their husband’s ways
For they had also messed around
Now love for them had strayed

With each one she gave the spell
Steps to end their grief
Now in the town such beauty found
In women who’s husbands cheat

With new found beauty each started life
Fresh and young again
And if the man they loved did cheat
Revenge was sweet again


Many many years went by
And soon the town was gone
Towards the end all that was left
Were women who were scorned

But in woods outside the town
In a placed called Widow’s Peak
You find plots of all the ones
Whose death came from a cheat

So this story lives today 
If you doubt then ask around
For the one you love and share a life
Could be a widow from that town

All men beware all women ask
Before you start your cheating
In every city and every town
A Widow’s Peak is forming

Believe me if you will or not
In the end you’ll heed the warning
Just let the one you love find out
To Widow’s Peak you’re going


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Bad Day

You never exsisted to the world so how would they understand,
You never cried to me, I never even held your hand.
There are no words to express the pain I feel inside,
there aren't any places of mourning for those who never lived, yet still died.

I only have the marks on my stomach for me to see,
they are my sacred secret, the only love you gave to me.
It's a horrible feeling to know that you have carried death inside your womb,
and forever inside your heart, there lies an unmarked tomb.

I have four unmarked graves deep planted inside of me,
out of the four, yours is the only name that I will ever see.
Yours is a name that represents a collective group of babies left behind,
I go throughout my days, with you in the back of my mind,

But today it came back full force, these feelings to real to be true,
I saw a picture of a boy, cute and happy, with the same name as you.
This is my way of fighting back the tears that come with every blink.
I refuse to cry with tears that dry clear, when I can cry with ink.

It's a hard day for me, but I will survive, I always do,
just it's hurts me so bad to think of the memories that could've been with you.
It's unfair that some mothers have pictures of the children who left them behind,
but, all I have for you four angels are the memories I will never find.

It's gotten to the point that I loose another and say not one word,
I just find that telling people who don't get it, a little absurd.
They come at me either judgemental, or say I can try once more,
But, why bother trying, when you already have lost four.

On days like this, I have nowhere to escape this pain,
I just pray that I can swallow the tears back, or hide them in rain.
My momma's to far away to hug me and say it's gonna be alright,
so I will keep burrying the sorrows in a bottle, when i get too weak to fight.

some may judge me still, say that is not a way to cope,
but the bottle lets me smile, and those smiles give me hope.
I don't drink everyday, or crave the bourbon burn, or even consider it a must.
I just sip it when I need a smile, and when I need a friend I can trust.


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MISS YOU ZIGGY

It is the 27th January,
And I sit here all alone
My memories keep me company
Of times not too long gone

Started again just last night
When a show was going on
They call that show the “Heartbeat”
Filmed over on British lawn.

The man whose name is David
He lost his beautiful dog
It died right there so near him
With never a moan or sob

In six more days now coming on
It will be the 2nd Feb,
It’ll be just two months further on
From when I lost my friend

There are just no words to tell you
The lost I feel inside
My wound still hangs there gaping
And festers really wild

One of by biggest worries
Is just how did he die
I know that he was old then
With youth not on his side

The vet said he was quite confused
When I took my dog to him
He said it looked like toxins
Shutting down and setting in

He gave my Zig a checkup
And listened to his heart
He concluded that his tick collar
Could be the blame for starts

But things have happened since then
And I’m really not convinced 
I feel that there’s been foul play
From one whose name is Chris.

I know I’ll never know now
What is the purest truth
I really hope I’m wrong here
Why was his end not mute

I miss that dog I tell you
For years just him and I
I had a love I cherished
That shone from those brown eyes

I’ll never have another
That will take my heart like he
He will always be alive here
While I have my memories.


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to my soup friends

all my troubles came to a head today when they sent me home before work was over. when 
i got my truck to the yard my sister was waiting. all i knew was that she had a name and 
when she got to me that name was April. they found her she had been dead sence thursday. 
i was the last to speak to her. and all this time i thought i had been abandoned. all of my
thought today were of her. i played one song over and over. it tore me asunder. and all the
prayers that i said for her; ever sence then. i'm kind of numb now but when she told me i 
screamed for a long time. and now it's time to cope. pray for her family and me. i was in 
love with her. john


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In Blood and Decay

my dammed, lovely name spilled in blood 
what dose that 
truly mean 

will my murder be solved 
will my life have some meaning
who will cry for me
who could careless 

will my body decay 
into history 
without a great deserving name 
without giving its lifeless shell 
a strength to be named 
among the celebrity of writers 

among the greatest writers 
i think not...

but some Professor thinks so...

only time will tell... 

 
 


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Free Base Fable

My baby brother had the face of an angel;
One proud young lion all supple grace and golden hair
Shamelessly evocative against the backdrop of life.
My baby brother...untutored gigelo from birth. 
His eyes: sapphire blue and beautiful
And he could shame a whore back into innocence
If he chose that part.
One lazy smile like a laser beam through the heart..  
One inexpensive smile to melt raw anger to a shrug,
Or a sigh...in return for our rage,
However well and truly earned.
Enticed us all to willing hugs for any sin,

And so, as always, forgiveness came
Because there were so many hate filled things uncounted.
He seemed intent on the tally of invisible wounds...
Useless transgressions turned expensive through the years.
They festered behind those beautiful eyes
And a cracked glass pipe;
Using that deadly grin to blind those who loved him still...
But still....we saw the danger, denied a name in deference
To us all - who could not - would not act.
And he wasted all that love he so loudly demanded;
Shrill and greedy, emotional vampire...my baby brother.
Pouring love into him like molten gold
Hot and bright and blinding
Into an empty vessel that never seemed to fill.

My pure bred lion turned alley cat;
Turned indolent, arrogant, dangerous and dirty.
This magnificent human turned crazy,
Investing his money - and ours - into the art of throwing his life away
With vengeance and malice aforethought.
My baby brother:
Proud owner of his own self destruct button
And a .38 revolver,
Well hidden, until recently...
Until junkie fantasies gobbled up the truth
And the veneer of his sanity.

Oh Mark, where have you gone..?
Sweetheart, where are you now...?
What White Mountain have you climbed this time
Dealing yourself madness and death in a locked room...
And blaming everybody but yourself
Witih a torch made of nightmares and hate...
Hot enough to crack the glass.

Crying for a Father - long dead - to come and "save" you..
Come and get you....
Crying for a man you would not love in life.
Punish him still, lost and ugly child.
Hideous child grown and almost lost forever...
Perhaps he remains just one more demon
In some toxic level memory
Shoving hard for elbow room
Among all the other monsters shrieking in your head.
Oh Mark, where are you now..?

Baby brothers don't grow on trees, you know.
What will we do if you are really lost
And long gone beyond the medicines of love and speech..
And human tears...all wasted.

My baby brother, no baby any more;
Psychotic fallen angel
Who never grew to manhood by any man's side...
Who will not climb out of the stygean darkness by himself,
Even though we all share your guilt if not the crimes.

My baby brother:
Obscene imitation of some one especially loved;
Living proof of a bad attitude gone beserk.

Your life in the real world begins
When you lose your name at the tip of your tongue;
The moment we finally call you junkie loser...
Junkie liar...junkie weapon...out loud,
And you agree.

One split second after you know it is true...
The day - that moment - when you reach out and say,..."Help me...
Oh my beautiful Mark,
Where are you now...



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Thoughtless Act

I lay in my hospital bed
knowing in a day or two I’ll be dead
because that’s what the doctor said
my body crushed from toe to head
in the auto accident the other day

you see I drank too many drinks
before I drove home
now I lay here all alone
thinking of the life 
that I’ll never live
and the love to my wife
and children I’ll never give

I’m still a young man only 33
I had so much life ahead of me
now never to walk in the park again
never to talk and have fun with my friends again
my work was just taking shape 
and all the money I’ll never spend
now that my life has come to a sudden end

how will my family survive
I won’t be here to see my children grow
or ever hear them say again
daddy I love you so

all because of my thoughtless act
to drink and drive

the doctors told me about an hour ago
you also killed a lady in the accident
if I meet her on the other side  what will I say
I’m sorry that when we met you died
and left behind a husband and a child 
who also needed you so I don’t know

the very thought of my thoughtless act
is killing me as well
I know my destiny is hell
as death stands patiently at the foot of my bed
to take me away the moment I’m dead

my name is not to be known
because my name could be your own

I have only one last thought to leave before I die
for God's sake and one ones you leave behind 
please don't drink and drive


this poem was written by me a long time ago
my hope is that this poem will stop and make people 
think about drinking and driving
actually this poem came to me one day while I was 
driving on the San Bernardino Freeway in West Covina Ca.
it was so powerful and over whelming that I had no choice but to write it down
the next day a story appearded in the news paper about a 
young man who died in the West Covina Hospital because of
a drinking and driving auto accident


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HELLO JOHNSON, MY NAME IS RUTHIE YOUR NIGHTLY NURSE

I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here with you I will see to it that you are giving the best care while you here,Johnson, I will clean your wounds and chang your bandages too and when I'm finished doing those thing I will comfort you,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there is any changed,with tears in her eyes, thses are her words, I going to sit right beside you,I'm going to write your wife and kids for you Johnson,I'm going to tell your wife how much you going to miss her and how she's going to miss you,I going to tell your kids that you love them and you wish that if it God will that you can be there to watch them grow-up,I'm going to hold your hand while you are here,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse ,I will be the person you will hear talking with you and I will be the last person to hold your hand, and I'll kiss you for your wife and kids and I'll tell them how good a soldier you was Johnson,I'm going to tell your parent that you are a brave soldier and that you love them very much,and I will also write and tell your conrade to always keep you in there heart,and Johnson when it's my time to go who will sit beside my bed? and hold my hand? and who is going to write my husband and kids and tell them how much I'm going to miss them and who is going to kiss me one last time???Johnson, my name is Ruthie, your nightly nurse It's time to unplug you from my machine, I can't check your vital anymore, I'm going to clean you and dress you in your dress blued and pin your awards upon your chest, and call for someone to bring your body out PVT Johnson will be miss. time of death 1400hrs. stay in a coma for five days....................this is dedicatedto Pvt johnson and his family and love ones......................SSG KIRT JACK


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a state of confusion.

where am i?
what am i?
who am i?
who are you?
what are you?
where are you?
are you there?
why am i scared?
why are we here?
what are we doing?
will you hurt me?
why am i so petrified?
i never feel this way, so why now?
why is the room spinning so wildly?
i cant see straight, whats happening?
all this pain, why is it in me?
why does my heart burn so?
it feels like its burning to a crisp, falling, why is that?
what is that?
is that what you call a flower?
funny, i just dont recognize it, whats wrong with me?
what is that?
why, is that really a cat?
what is that?
a kangaroo?
my, what a funny sight... am i right?
what is the name of this?
thats grass?
why such an odd name?
and that bright, scary thing, what is that?
the sun?!?
what a pretty name, did you name it?
why is that a stupid question?
what language are we speaking?
english?
oh really?
i couldent tell, is that normal?
why is it so odd?
where are you takeing me?
what is a holocaust?
is it bad?
will it hurt?
will there be good things?
what about cupcakes, will those be there?
oh boy, why is there so much of this red stuff?
what is that?
blood?
why, the name is such a depresing name, why is that?
why is blood so depressing?
why does it signify death?
because it is what you drop when you die here?
hmmm..... very interesting, oooohhh, what is that?!
that is so scary! why am i scared again?
what is fear?
what is happiness?
im so confused, can you help me?
no?
why not?
because you are going to kill me?!
why is that?
what did i do wrong?
oh, thats right...... im not normal, im different, but must i really be barred?
should i really be persecuted?
or killed?
even tortured?
why does that make sense?
why are you hurting m
                                e
                                  ?


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What is death

What is death?
A mystery I can never solve
Or even understand I don’t think any human can
What is death?
A question no one ever gave me an answer for
Well not the one I need
I’ve been living in confusion since the day I lost you
They told me: tomorrow you will forget
They told me: Tomorrow everything will be better
How can I forget?
When everything reminds me of you
What is death?
I can never find an answer or even understand
You were here and now you are gone
You were there and now you are not
I hold the phone to call you 
Cause I can never believe that you won’t answer
I see your grave I read your name a thousand times
In order to believe and yet
It might be someone else the same name as you
Am I losing my mind? 
For nothing makes sense to me
Will it ever do? 
Will I ever understand? 
How you were just right there
And now simply now you are not
They tell me you are in heaven 
You are gone 
But yet they say he will never leave he is always in our heart
You are either there or not
You can’t be not here and yet in my heart
I don’t want you to be in my heart
I want to call you
And I want you to answer
I don’t want to hear tomorrow will be better
I think I’m faking it
Why do I even care?
Questions in my mind 
Maybe a way to make my self-feel better
Why do I even care?
But I do 
I need you here
I need you now
I need to call you
And I need you to answer
I don’t want to understand death
I don’t want death 
I don’t believe in death
It’s a lie they created to take you way from me


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parasites cause mental illness

the tarot is a story of the pharoas birthday
4 royal families in hiding to win a war as a gift.
satan was the pharoas name
jesus was sarge
mary the nurse
jesus was hired to carry out satans itinerary to abolish slavery
the death on the cross metaphor is a crime of the century to abolish torture
in the above mentioned way.

the royal curse
a ring of parasites
to get rid of the next...mice eating caterpillars in your body.

the davinci code reveals the bait and switch gimme drawing of the line known as halloween
the killing of kindness at christmas as to why the song and dance
the resolutions for change at new years, is the drawing of the line
realise your allie during valentines
buy your way across the line at st patricks day,
easter is a reminder to change the bait and switch of the name game of changing locations

the last crime of the century is a court game called the name game
why what is named after who where and why
kindergarden cop

our crime of the century is to mastermine mankinds good intentions and result in world peace
when the transaction of every dollar on earth revolves around peace not war, we succeed

global homework to act out the global survival of all worst case scenarios from every angle where the world achieves peace
then do them again
this ends up as a pancake breakfast where we talk ourselves out of a missile crisis

win war like they did in the old days
mark your enemy for death by making them stand out
rush them in groups of ppl and drive their noses into their brain

ding dong ditch is effective
random hey.

when was the last time you heard the mental health system cured someone of a parasite, like ring worms?
are they just waiting for the military to come home and convince them to take medicine
and use those buildings to hold prisoners of war?
practice makes perfect.


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MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


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Who Would Resist?

The telephone rang, it was early dawn
The birds were unusually silent
Words came through like lightning bolts
‘Swallow me earth!  My pitiful plea
Scorched heart set afire!
Inconsolable, I lay upon the floor
With just one wish – to die!
I should have known you’d be going home soon
Your task here completed
He called you by name and who would resist?

My incessant prayers I thought were heard
If I had known I would have stayed near
Now this hole in my heart will not heal
I yearn to feel your soft warm hands gentle upon my face
Massage your tired achy feet after long hours of teaching
How I miss you Mama!  The times we shared
Even when our wills would clash
Your quiet obedient spirit against mine-quiet but  so stubborn
Yet you loved me in spite of all wrongs
Mama, he called you by name and who would resist?

Of the seven roses given to your care, two, He had already reclaimed 
Roland, your love of thirty-eight years had waited for you long enough
The five roses left were in full bloom with new buds soon to bloom
I can only imagine His voice filled with love
As He softly whispered your name
Tired eyes, tears filled overflowed as peace flooded your being
 He beckoned you with gentle words 
Like a Mother’s arms they embraced you
His eyes said it all-you belonged to Him
He called you by name and who would resist?

All pain dissolved as tears fell away
Through vision dim His luminous face engaged
“Is it truly you?” You may have asked and to which came His reply
"I am the hungry child you fed, the prisoner you visited
The homeless to which you gave shelter
The sick you comforted, the young man you prayed for
The neighbor you treated with respect..."
This one is for you Mama, for now I understand
Wrapped in His arms no mortal would choose to escape
He called you by name and who would resist?


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Her Name Is

Something inside me is yurning 
lifleless breath i'm learning 
bloody palms 
the cold nights are calm 
but heres my alibi! 
but heres my alibi! 
I fear her name.. 
I fear her name.. 
DEATH! DEATH! 
I have come up with reason 
not to go along with her words 
so i put this down on paper 
but so deep that nothings much safer 
the great heroine of each 
the pain grows inside me like a leach 
she likes my pain 
but i'm insane 
how can it be so right 
but all along so wrong 
I fear her name.. 
I fear her name.. 
this is nothing but her game 
her name is death 
but i'm so cold 
dead with no soul 
she eats at my heart 
with 30 seconds left to life 
she's way to smart 
she knows your name 
she has my name 
death is silence 
its what i fear 
for its the last name you'll hear 
i have problems my dear 
winter nights 
she fears thes heights 
she may be deaths kiss 
and there's nothing to miss 
her name is DEATH! 
what is her game 
bloodshed rain 
so cold and in pain 
i understand what this true pain is 
waking up without a soul; 
existing forever, but always alone 
i know where sorrow is born 
in icy depths of mans empty heart; 
her spirit of love to tear apart 
i see misery in every face 
knowing no mercy, nor joy, nor peace; 
only death can bring them ease 
i hear loathing in every word 
ever breath a burning pain; 
lies, deciet, and wraths distane 
i feel hat inside all mankind 
rotting filth, disease decay; 
in ther deffense, nothing to say 
i taste the rotten flesh of skin 
toxic putrescense, bitter and vile; 
evil by nature, the mind of a child 
i am the truth in all that you feel 
my humanity stolen, compassion gone; 
i am that which you know is wrong 
i am in misery and darkness complete 
knowing no other than that of my soul; 
destined for solitude, i am always alone


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My Silent Shadow

Following me around
Always
Never harming me directly
Only through the ones I love
He has taken my Superman and my rock,
My happiness and my strength
My tears and my joy
Left as empty as a shell
As lifeless as a husk
Soul sucking
Strength draining
Spirit crushing
Last name Reaper,
First name Grim
He is always there,
Waiting to claim me as well


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A Night Of Demons -inceptum-

(Note: This is the introduction of a poem story I'm writing. This serves as the introduction to the key characters. The picture is hazy right now, but as time progresses, the characters will change from blurry images to distinct portraits. Will they live? Will they die? Only time will tell....)


A Night Of Demons -inceptum- 1 A little child looks up at the sky, And sees the moon. A buzzing fills the air, So she pulls out her cell phone. A message awaits: You are going to die. She's an innocent girl in a world full of demons. Her name is Alice, and she's afraid. 2 The bus makes its last stop on the corner of Brambleton. A tired young man stands up, and almost falls. He notices words etched into the seat: You are going to die. He's just a simple man in a world full of demons. His name is Hank, and he's afraid. 3 The last of the dishes are put away, and she collapses to the floor. Her back is acting up once more. She notices a flash card, and there is something written: You are going to die. She's just a motherly housewife in a world full of demons. Her name is Ashley, and she's afraid. 4 Music blares in a pair of headphones, and a boy rides a skateboard across a busy intersection. He narrowly avoids getting hit. As he falls, a billboard catches his eye. He notices large yellow words: You are going to die. He's just a high school student in a world full of demons. His name is Darnell, and he's afraid. 5 The final boss in a long Japanese RPG awaits, and at long last he'll finish off the 100 hour game. If only he could avoid the instant death magic, maybe he wouldn't get a Game Over. But he can't, and the game flashes the following message: You are going to die. He's just a video gamer in a world full of demons. His name is Jack, and he's afraid. 6 The world is slowly falling apart Most simply do not notice a shadow watching the night. A foul wind whispers in the Shadow's ear the message of a demon: They are going to die. It's just a sinister shadow in a world full of demons. It goes by Joker, and it's not afraid.


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Death Man Heard....

There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
He lived by himself in a house
Near the creek.
No family would come over to speak..
All alone, in the home where not one word was shed 
When Adam walks up the steps
He can hear the steps weep
And cry into depression...
He turns the light on and off
So he can have a conversation
When the light bulb flickers

There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
One day he had a knock on the door
It was his dad
That he has not seen in 20 years
Tears ran down Adam's cheeks
He can hear the flow of the river 
on his veins
His dad use to beat him and he
killed his mom
His father tells him
in psy language  
" I hate you "
and he walks out his life for the second time...

There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
He was driving drunk one night
He could hear his father's thoughts
He could hear God's worries
Adam goes to his dad's house..
His dad opens the door
Adam walks into the kitchen
grabs the knife,
and cuts his dad's fingers off
So that he would not feel no more pain
His father screamed... but Adam could not hear
The creep
So then
Adam committed suicide
to haunt his father
Because he can still hear his mother weep
that's what he always heard
he's made new friends with the wind
and the clouds that argue
on rainy days

There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam......  


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ROAD ONE HUNDRED AND TEN

today i saw A white car with big antennas in the back
Out stepped a man in a uniform of blue and black
He knew my name as if I have seen him before
My heart had sank  to the floor
He said my name is officer green
I was the first  to arrive on the scene
My hands were shaken,my legs wouldn’t stand
I had to sit down clinch to my wedding band
I closed my eyes and hoped for the best
My heart felt like it was going to pound right through my chest
Officer green said I’m so deeply sorry to meet you like this
He said its not easy for me to say as he clinched his wrist
You could see him swallow then take a deep breath of air
Officer said my intentions today was not to bring anyone despair.
I finally asked him if he would just say what he needed to say
my nerves are shot and with my emotions you cant play
Officer said there was a wreck and I did what I could
But he didn’t make it and I deeply hopped he would
I looked at officer green;my eyes filled with a tear
Told him my world is flipped ,my husband is no longer here
No more late movies or holding each other in the dark
no more afternoon picnics after a stroll in the park
I told him our anniversary was just around the corner you see
Its just not fair  his life and mine have been taken from me
Officer said sorry is there anything you would like me to do
I was so upset I screamed  BRING MY HUSBAND BACK WOULD YOU
down on my knees crying you must have it wrong
 the last thing he said is I love you honey I wont be gone for long
Reality sank in but it took quite a while
My husband is gone its true there’s no more denial 
Officer green gave me his card said don’t hesitate to call if a need arise
 my heart goes out to you and I will listen to all your cries
Officer said I am not suppose to hug you but going to instead
You are my mom I love you  hope you don’t blame me cause dad is dead
I made sure I was the officer to tell you so it might maybe give a little ease
Mom even though I am an officer tell me it is ok to cry please
Mom I wish my visit was just to sit and talk
It is the hardest thing ever harder than learning to walk
Mom I know I am an officer and suppose to stay  tough
dad died in my arms mom ,that hurts  my days ahead rough
My shift is over mom I will be here and stay by your side
Mom I know dad is in heaven waiting to see his son and lovely bride
Now as you drive along road one hundred and ten
You will see a fathers and husbands cross standing just around the bin 


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Last train home

Forever have your name engraved,
Un-eroding, infinately imprinted.
Ice cold track, a final grave,
Forever have your name engraved,
Raised her eyes then knelt and prayed.
Beneath her weight, the deathbed glinted,
Forever have your name engraved,
Un-eroding, infinately imprinted. 


Jodie Williams for
Nette's In the Afterglow contest
7 Aug 2011


Details | I do not know? | |

my comfortable fear

welcome my son I've known you so long
your bright morning peace theology song
I've know you in birth, in hope of a  year
i held you a child and old in your fear
welcome, invite your innocent pain
let me seduce the love of your vein
my child my son no earth could reduce
your peace, it from, untangle youth
I've know you so long, in this i have pride
always mine, your invincible side
for me it was food when you were so weak
my words were the years waiting to speak   
breath my child, breath, let me taste
the spirit of life, and life of the haste
welcome, endure what i will contain
a meaningful birth and thoughts of the rain
my son, my heart, i knew you so well
death is my name and life is the spell
welcome my pardon, sleep in the dead
peaceful the night we lay in my bed
when all that is thought,  pondered upon
becomes what you are,  solid a song
to sing for a moment, it must be so right
darkness of morning, morning of night
then, my son, you limited breath
your ripe and conceive the flower of death
my name and soul, i wish you the same
cold in your flesh , peace,  i  contain
no skin, though a point, famous in name
for passion witch I  live and will claim
regard me as not, elusive, a dream
I am a truth, as hope is a scheme  
touch me and feel the power of day
skates and school, red marmalade 
I'm  life,  death,  all in the same
I bring you forth, in memory's fame
so resist, fuss, turn in your grave
deny me the fuel to jest and behave
as I must, my son, my dear
simply entrust, my comfortable fear.


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A PERSON/ A PAPER/ A PROMISE

Once on a yellow piece of paper w/green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's &
He had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper w/blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & asked him to
write more clearly &
His mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint & the kids told him 
that Father Tracy smoked cigars & left butts
on the pews & sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames &
The girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot &
His father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about & his
professor gave him an A & a strange steady
look & his mother never hung it on the
kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went & he caught his
sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked & the girl around the corner 
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

Once on a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.


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The Tithe, and The wills, And the lists

Guilty party Alcohol companies
and those responsible for that product being targeted 
to the youth
put my name
in your will

I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer
in the amounts that you leave me
and the message you leave me
with the way you care to swallow your footsteps
you've left behind

Cigarette companies
and those who advertise for them
put my name in your will
find it for a way
make it an amends
to the past present and future
I will find a way with your amounts given to me
to swallow you down
to choke you out
from beyond the grave

Porn companies
porn stars
all those who think 
I don't have a black file
and i'm just some ghetto wizard
and maybe a gullible god
put my name in your will 
pay off your debt
how you have tarnished
tainted mankind's image

All those building weapons of mass destruction
welcome to Gabrielles dance
joining those greedy people going to hell
And this is also for those with the power to send people to war
wether you crawled for me or not
put my name in your will
find a message for me to carry out
with your money
to choke you out
to tear you out of reality
with your money 
you will leave me a better way

This is the list
This is my tithe, pay it well
don't think i don't have a list
and be ready to buy yourself a few more cycles under the stars
Light in the darkness
may hunt you down
poisoning the well
you don't see the righteous wolf in sheep's clothing
nailing martyrs to the past
i have the list
you pay the tithe
and we'll see your historical wills!

Let's not leave out
those making drug abuse seem good
put my name 
in your will
and a metaphor for a prayer
to tear your shadow into holes
all you thugs and druglords
who think theyve escaped the lists
thats my biggest trick
put my name in your will
pay my tithe
swallow this omen
to set the future right
put my name in your will

I might claim some of your hard earned dreams
you've stolen from the innocent
of radiostations and entertainment
I might claim a method to the madness
of counterintelligence
I just might one day be the name used
when someone is stalking you

You whisper my name
you say my name
put my name in your will
make your amends in your death
you threw everything
and everybody away in your life
one way or another
someone gets the last laugh

wether your soul gets revenge
or you question mine
You are a name a number
a disguise configured 
found and discovered on satelite
and I'm ready to pull the rug under your feet
I'm about to pull the wool off the wolf


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once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such 
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful 
memories of the love we made…

No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with 
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of 
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times 
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your 
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ 
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an 
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never 
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in 
eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on 
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with 
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since 
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, 
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon 
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest  n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love 
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ 
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the 
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood 
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as 
their fateful love turned to dust…


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Sam, I am

If I had a secret that I wanted to share with you Dare you open your mind and let my creativity ensue? I don’t build bridges with bricks, I hang them with rope I can generate your fantasies and incubate your hope Open the pages of my mind, reading the fiery words of my heart Enter Pandora’s Box, and the epic journey will start! Follow me down south, through the mirror of liquid glass You’ll feel the calmness take over and watch the fear pass What a wonderful feeling, letting your inhibitions go into the night Now step forward onto the phoenix, as you drift into the light This journey isn’t everlasting, you know that it comes with a price? What? Did you think it was free? wouldn't that have been nice Open your eyes from delusion, and friend you will piece things together My name is Sam, Satan or The devil, that’s how I'll been known as forever! OK, so I tricked you, with my words and devilish charm What were you expecting? I’m frigging Satan dude, my job is sadistic harm! You look at me with those puppy dog eyes, you realise you've lost all of your family ties My head tells me to give you a second chance, double or quits is where my desire lies Do you accept the new twist, on my board game that is your life? I’ll take that hesitant nod as a yes, and commence this game of strife Give me the name of a family member and they can take your place However I will warn you, if you can’t then I win this twisted race No! You scream, and that’s your final answer which I’ll have to take Now I own not only your soul, but your families when they next shall wake He took my hand and promised peace for my sisters and brothers Now I’ve gambled with the devil and he owns my beloved others The deal is now done and a fiery rain begins to fall Burning me down to ash, disintegrating my world and all


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IN THE NAME OF ETERNAL LOVE

IN THE NAME OF ETERNAL LOVE

Since you have left, my one and only,
the sun became perfectly cold.
Its golden heart,
completely forgotten, lies in the golden cradle:
Oh, Lord, the sun is so cold,
it wrapped itself around my heart,
like a vampire's golden claw.
Its cold fingers of gold
are ripping off parts of my heart
and throwing its bloody food at death's feet.
I am looking for the shadow to save me,
the same shadow
in which you used to read my poems,
whose verses were so touching and yearning,
so perfectly life-like and human
when your soft voice sent them on their way to people's hearts.
If I knew that I'd touch the sky with my verses
and revive you
to warm my cold heart,
and the entire cold world around me,
I would agree at once to brand my verses with my own blood.
But the sun is still so cold
and shining like gold:
cold and deadly blinding;

They say that the night,
the dark night,
is the right place for dying,
but you know, my one and only,
that this is not true,
because you left me when the sun shone at its brightest,
and when the golden stream murmured across the white heavenly fields
gilding our verses.
Oh, Lord, death in a golden dress must be so noble,
when it takes the soul to meet the angels.
You know, my one and only,
that our verses
that joined us with an unbreakable brace of love and immortal memories,
these dear and painfully lively verses are my only link to you now.
While solitude whips me, I voice myself in our verses
into the sky,
to approach you
so closely as to hear your voice
when you read our verses to angels.
While the present haunts me to the past,
I am chasing my spirit towards the golden cradle
to become a blood brother to the newborn verse,
because my end is near;

They say that the night,
the dark night,
is the right place for dying,
but my place is on the golden hearse,
right next to the golden cradle,
right next to the newborn verse,
when the sun is at its warmest and brightest,
when the sun's golden hearts is lively ticking in fiery breasts –
so that death may await me in the golden cradle,
like you, my one and only,
so that we may sow our verses
along white heavenly fields:
because it cannot be any other way,
it should not be any other way
in the name of eternal love.

©Walter William Safar
 
  






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Athaliah

She hailed from the kingdom in the north named Israel.
This woman must have had her beginnings in hell.
She was wicked princess of Ahab and Jezebel.
Intemperance nearly led to great Judah’s death knell.
A heathen worshipper of idols and deities;
rule over God’s people made the worst of travesties.
This wife of Jehoram was a despotic monarch.
Her son Ahaziah’s death made her the matriarch.
For six long years ruling from the throne of Judah,
the nation’s only queen; her name was Athaliah.

She killed all her grandchildren hoping to rule alone.
Only infant Prince Joash would be spared for the throne.
He was saved by Athaliah’s daughter Jehosheba.
This princess was married to the high priest Jehoiada.
They sequestered the grandson of the queen for six years
with a nurse in the Lord’s Temple allaying all fears.

After seven years, Jehoiada gathered his forces.
In addition, the king’s support came from all sources.
The high priest said, “Our King David’s line must continue.
We should depose this wicked queen and then start anew!
This perverted usurper has much blood on her hands.
Here is your rightful King Joash the Lord God demands!”
Jehoiada proudly held up this seven-year-old boy.
They crowned the young king amidst the overwhelming joy!

Proclaiming the ascension of a new king quite loud,
Athaliah soon would hear the cheering from the crowd.
The queen then shouted, “For whatever is the reason
there’s a new king’s coronation here?  This is treason!”
Athaliah appeared, and her arms the guards would seize.
They were ready with their swords as she was on her knees.
The priest said, “Do not stain with blood the House of the Lord”. 
So they took the queen outside, and put her to the sword.

She was the most disgraceful woman in history.
The likes of her never existed previously.
Her name will live forever ignominiously.

Mentioned in both 2Kings and 2Chronicles in the Old Testament.



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Etched on my Heart

Etched on my Heart I carved your name on the track today, Lilianna is now etched there forever. Each letter is already on my heart, Nothing will ease its weight. On the other side, I stand at your grave, There your name is carved in stone. A mother should never bury her child. But since I’ll never forget, you are still here.


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What Shall He Be Called, the Bastard Who Innocently Lies Wit



Not every woman’s dream 
 	of procreation 

can be fulfilled;

not every woman dreams
	of procreation, 

her body thrilled.

But loved and lovers’ inclinations – 
	recreation
not 	re-creation – 
cannot, will not be stilled.

until

one day

intervention
bypassed her – 

she –  unplanned –  filled
her womb with him – 

left herself swelled, ahh – 
	SWOLLEN
swooned with him
inside her womb within

where unnamed seed
became
a named existence: But what?
	CHARLES WALLACE
	for example
from L’Engle’s Wrinkle?
	DAVID for a King
or Copper field?
	JOHN for having been begotten
DON, but not forgotten?
	BILL, for Will that Shakespeare geek?
or anything from A      to        ZEKE?

AHHH, “But what’s in a name,”
said Juliet to her Romeo, 
as they wooed before they wed, 
then lived too fast, a mortal blow
by Fate, so Willy said.

But HE and SHE should have a say,
together name the child
meaningful – not wild –
a name for life
from birth through final day.

SHE lay alone by night
		and more alone by day
			since “Daddy” went away;
		she wouldn’t play
his childish show of might

as in: Stay?  I might!
Pregnant?
Good Night!

He left with stormy words
and even louder silence
whose echoes shake the very walls
within where 
whatever-his-name-will-be
is growing
no one knowing
what to call him yet.
No names are set.

Twelve weeks are gone
		somewhere
and Baby what’s-his-name
still asking (in his silent way)
“What’s my name, Mommy?
Don’t you have a clue?
  I need a name, my Mommy, dear.
It’s up to me and you 
since Daddy’s gone, I hear,”

	She  heard his voice 
through pumping 
of his little heart
with hers
offering his private choice
a conversation of love
two ways instead of three,
the father gone 
and he inside, said she.

The trochee beat, TRO chee, TRO chee
kept repeating
kept repeating
kept repeating
till the trochee names appeared
by all the saints with Michael in the lead,
her father smiling, his name upon her seed.

Today she lies contemplative
no heartbeat more than hers – inside – 
no breath than hers to breathe the same – 
not since the night the child died
before the coming of the morn – 
the dawn of day he should be born – 
and none on whom to cast the blame.

A quiet muse just pens the words
the rhythm of the tone that girds
the spirit of sweet Michael’s name.
In life or death he is the same:
before he lived, his life was done
though lives he still, her darling son,
for evermore in memory
in poetry eternally.


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The Ross Cemetery

There is a little cemetery in Oklahoma,
by a town, Tahlequah, it is named. 
Chief John Ross is buried there.
Of the “Trail Of Tears” he was famed. 

Just a little sign on the left of the road,
painted on a piece of wood.
It’s been a while since I’ve been there,
and find it? I don’t think I could.

There are no big gates to pass through,
when you’re there visiting a grave site.
It’s hard to find in the daytime.
Wouldn’t want to go there at night.

The headstones are badly in need of repair,
and a lot of the trees there are dead.
Most of them been there over a hundred years.
Just bare branches you see overhead.

But when standing on these sacred grounds,
the spirits you can’t help but feel.
The stories of all of the Cherokees buried there
suddenly become very real.

The reason that I know about this great place, is,
this is where my husband was laid to rest.
Thirteenth generation from the great Chief,
with the Ross name he was blessed.

So now I wear this name proudly.
In my heart his heritage will stay.
And when my body is turned to ashes,
in that ground with my husband, I’ll lay.

 --Two spirits will become one-- 
















 


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In the Need of Prayer

There are many of our friends and families who are no longer with us this day
So in the name of Jesus for them we will pray
We reach towards the hands of God, the Lord and master of our lives
We worship Him and praise Him in His son's name, The Lord Jesus Christ
We look up to His face, we look up to His eyes
We honor HIm today, we glorify Him who lives up high
How excellent Is your name oh Lord down here on earth
We magnify your presence, we place you first
We stand before you today oh Lord In the Need of Prayer

We come to you oh Lord as adopted sons and daughters
Exalting your name like all good children ought of
An whenever the seasons of life happen to intercede
We come to you Father God with our hands stretched out in need
We trust in you completely and thank you for all that you have done
Our hands in supplications because of the sacrifice of your son
Forgive us for our guilty feelings, our doubts and all of our fears
Remove the iniquity form our hearts, a burden we no longer wish to bear
We stand before you once again oh Lord In the Need of Prayer

Let your son's blood cover us and give us the breath of life
In the name of Jesus, the Kingdom that is Christ
Who died for our wholeness, who died for our sins
We thank you for the salvation and to be back in your good graces once again
By the covenant of the blood that was shed on Mount Calvary
On the crown and on the cross for all humanity to see
We stand before you this day oh Lord in the Need of Prayer


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John

My head in my hands, 
Your name on my lips

And the icy winter wind
Freezes my tears

Crystalline spheres of grief
Shatter like frosted diamonds
Upon the stone which bears your name 

I speak to you: 
I miss you
I love you
I beg for your forgiveness

I offer a prayer
A whimper
A sob
A scream

I wipe my eyes
Again and again

I stand. Slowly, achingly
I Turn my back against the pain
I make my way
Through the freshly fallen snow
Away from this lonely place, yet
Never far from you

© 2007 Raymond J Wright


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Jesus Almighty

Hello friends, frenemies, and foes
I've got some words to say
To the average Joe
There is one road
The road to prosperity
The road to happiness
(haha) Oh no no
You think i'm wrong?
We all are
You, you, you, and you
On the path, you'll find the truth?
Not so
Just lies, hatred, and the deceived
But that road
The road
The only road, is how truly the world is perceived
Through all the greif
The pain
The lies
You still have hope
Hope and faith
You believe the false prophets
You listen to the lies of modern society
You cause pain
You use your impossible idol
As an escape
An excuse
To kill
To steal
To ruin lives
Then on the day
You worship the lies
So next week you will be 
Saved and ready to rape the willing
To take creativity from those who care
You are the evil gypsy of this time
Cheat 
Lie
Steal
You cause pain
WAR
And death in the name of god
In the the name of god
You commit crimes
Adultery
You give lies for profit
You are a false profit 
Spelled with an f
You command the living to be the dead
You hate people who love 
People who care
What do you gain?
Respect?
Money
You are a money hungry hippo
You say Jesus forgives
You say he loves
But he seems evil if you ask the lesser thans
So now
You've heard my words
I thank you for giving me a chance
Thankyou all, friends, frenemies, and foes
And ahmen


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The Visit

Today as I visit ~ this place of grass and stone
I trace your name ~ as I stand here alone
In the air I smell the presence ~ of a cold winter rain
Each visit I make ~ causes heartbreaking pain
Dark clouds move in ~ and the sky turns black
I kneel down and cry ~ as the rain pounds my back

I see white roses ~ placed beside a white stone
The pureness of innocence ~ their aroma alone
A streak of lightning ~ flashes across the dark sky
Lighting images on this field ~ as my eyes start to cry
I stare at the marble ~ feeling lost by myself
As an image of you ~ passes by with a smile

A cool breeze blows in ~ as snowflakes start to fall
Goosebumps take their toll ~ as the cool air turns raw
I look to the sky ~ with tears in my eyes
I call out your name ~ in whispering cries
As an emotion of delight ~ sends me what I crave
I return my sight ~ on the stone and the grave

As my visit ends ~ I kneel and kiss the stone
Then I wade through the snow ~ to my car all alone
Looking back I see ~ two footprints below
There side by side ~ There in the snow
As I enter the highway ~ I feel your presence dissapear
Whispering I love you ~ as I shed a tear


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The Final Result Of Man's Earth

Deserts stretching as far as the eyes can see
Lake beds and rivers
Once teaming with life lie dormant
Most dried with cracked mud
A lovely pattern of cracks
As intricate as any spider’s web
Hills which once were covered with trees
Plush and green
Full of life
All gone in fire and heat
Not even a blade of grass remains
Naked and barren
Their stone reaches for the sky
A sky of unending heat
With no breezes, no rain to cool it
It roasts all who looked for a single cloud
A cloud that never arrived
What has man wrought upon the world?
A world that a gracious God loaned to them
Green, plush and inviting to human kind
They did not realize what they did
Lives ended in the name of progress
Lands decimated to feed the living
Now, man is gone
The animals are gone
All that is left is a dead planet
Without a single blade of grass to start again
Was this God’s plan?
Or did man try to go beyond God’s plan?
A stupid fumbling child
Thinking that he was more than God
With that thought he destroyed a world
And with the world he destroyed himself
All in the name of progress


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Little Marker

we found your little stone page and just stared.
reading the name over  and over until  it blurred.
you were here and gone in that one time of april
struggling to breathe, but you just weren't able, now
above this plotted spot, you've risen, and we know that 
to be so, yet our gaze is still on your name that is written..


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Confessional Coversation

The lived says:
   I'm stuck in this rut called life.

But why? says the Priest.

The Lived says:
   Because i am weak. I have no money, no place to go, no one to help or care for 
me. I should just give up and end this dark spiral omen that haubts me.

But why? What would you do? says the Priest.

The Lived says:
   I'm going to end it all, let go of all this pain and suffering I have to deal with, 
knowing what's inside. I'm going to kill me so I can be with me.

Why, just who are you? says the Priest.

The Lived says:
    What, you don't know who I am?  My name is the Lived, and i am Legion, fore 
we are many. And there is too much of me, i can't take, so I will take myself out.

But you are not legion. You are Lived, your name means to live and to have lived.
Says the Priest.

The Lived says:
   But I am Legion. My name is not The Lived. It is Lived backwords, not Lived 
itself. And i have lived, now it's time for me to not live.

Where did you get this crazy idea my child? You are Lived, and you should live 
your life. The lord have plenty Of great journeys for you to take. Don't you want to 
take them? Says the Priest.

The Lived says:
   Sure, I would take them. You know I feel better now. The lord also told me you 
have a journey to take as well.

Did he now? And what is that my child? says the Priest.

The Lived says:
  That you will die now.


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Iraq

how dare you send him
send him to die for YOU?
do you even know his name
his age his race do you HUH
if his name is read off of some paper
for some tribute to the dead soldiers
you gonna have a bullet with your name on it
how dare you not listen to the rhymes that
drop like bombs in vietnam
i fear with him
its gonna be just like armagedon
SHALL I GO ON?
i cry out among the young 
and we cry out to jesus
family in iraq and you all
dont seem to see us
BRING MY BROTHER HOME


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Just Jesus Christ

Just Jesus Christ
             

                       Just Jesus Christ saved me, from death took me too his
holy place, his mercy and grace hugged me, into another dimension
next to the holy one. I pray, he tells me he love's me I belive him.
In my Jesus Christ I could rest, 
Peace after all I could experience when I worship him.
Something happens you gotta know this my Lord,
Is alive his not death men, I love him so, I say "Then I follow his voice I'm obedient let me be judge, but by my Jesus "  because, his fair to his children.
I some times don't understand his plan, but some how always belive his right when everything is going wrong. My sufferment he has observe, carefully his chosen the word's my path is Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ is the path.
His mercy is unique, his name should always be uplifted in any moment, one man in flesh 
Came to save the rest.
This tme I take to dedicate this feelings, I need you on this everyday!
Walk my love there's no me, if your not with in, don't let go. Because, I rather die
Jesus Christ, my bautized is coming up Im suprice I made it this far thinking of me and forgot there's an Almighty God 21 year's past, but your name is above all titles or anything, it wont be forgotten or in the past,
Jesus Christ is the name of the savior I'm talking abaut, John 3:16 
Tell's a man really in love, not just for me but, for all society in particular.
His own people, didn't accept him, I give him a chance Jesus dosen't fail this he prove's to me all lthe time.
I love you Jesus Christ the last thing I want to do is fail, you because It hurt's inside, you died for me in the cross the only thing I could do Is give my life and, who I was to the only one who truelly cares "Jesus Chris" . I'm done!

                                 by; Crystal Padilla


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If I Could Dance With My Father Again

My earliest memory of times with my earthly father 
was when he told me to put my feet on his
hand in hand a smile on my face
as i looked up at him 
we danced to a song 
I thought to myself that he could do no wrong
he was a hard working man
who had an intimate relationship with JESUS
his favorite poem was Foot Prints In The Sand
while incarerated  I was visited by him nine years straight
I never knew when he would come 
but it was worth the wait
he once told me that my name was very pretty
he said "A pretty name for a pretty woman."
with a bright smile upon his face 
it seemed as if we were the only one's  occupying that space
he told me to read Psalms 40th 
beginning with the first verse
if worse comes to worse
On valentine's Day he sent me a poem 
telling me that I was his Valentine
it was the same year 
that a terrible accident  damaged his body and mind
the day I was told that he said he saw GOD
I knew it  didn't damage his heart
it was then that I knew I admired him from the start
it was the ninth of September 
a day I'll always remember 
that would be the day 
that my daddy passed on to another life
leaving behind some loving children
and a bereaved wife
I love you Daddy
GOD bless you
may you rest in peace
love always
your daughter


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the price

You left that night not knowing the outcome
After going to a party you wouldn't be home from
You had a few drinks what was I to say
Who knew you where throwing your life away
You got in your car and started to drive away
What a way to spend your last day
I got a call saying something was wrong
Your heartbeat faint, your pulse almost gone
The doctor came and said there was nothing they could do
They tried hard but he didn't pull through
There's a cross now to silently tell the story
As that day's memories fade into history
Your name in a book of deaths for that year
I'm sure everyone knows that name written with a tear
The price we had to pay was much too high
Maybe if you knew the cost you wouldn't of had to die
You could have taught me so much if you were still alive
Though you still taught me to not drink and drive


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Forever Alive...

The sparkle in your eyes is like a knife,
A knife filled with love and magic,
And when you look at me
I feel the stab right through my heart,

When I met you my life changed
It became like a magical world,
I saw the angels in the purple horizon,
I saw the rainbow that colored my day,
I heard voices whispering your name in the dark,
And every time I cried, my tears changed into smiles when I thought of you,
But now, you're gone, forever...

I miss you,
I need you
I can't live without you
Come back
Please...
My heart is bleeding
My tears are filled with pain
your absence makes me die every single day
My soul was yours,
And when  you left, my life turned into hell...
I carve your name under my skin
I bleed myself to see you again,
In my dreams I see your soul above the sky
And in my heart there'll always be place for you all the time
I'll keep a part of you with me forever,

Until the day I die...


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CHANGE YOUR NAME

Change your name…

Change it for one that with its scorching stigmatic fervor will evoke blood from 
those who hear it. That the word detonates at the level of voices and that the 
ferocity of its enunciation’s chars your tongue at the moment that it escapes your 
mouth. Change it for one that is cunning. Change it for another that will be a 
mirror 
that reflects the falsity of its songs. A name that once spoken out loud will wrench 
the feathers from the wings of angels that are in the vicinity of the conscious.

Change your name…

Change it for one, which instead of screaming in hushed tones, will resound. 
One 
that reflects your anguish and murders you every time you hear it. One that will 
challenge the word of God. Change it and discard the one that was nailed to your 
forehead. Remove the veil of your name and replace it for a new one, although it 
might become a shroud. Change your name of shame for one of damnation. 
Change your name of supplication and submission for one of sin.
Change your name of dead Royalty, although it might be the one of a bastard.

Change your name so that at the beckoning…
You will not answer.


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Just Jesus

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, the sweetest name I know.
I'll spread the word of His goodness, and tell it everywhere I go.
Oh, my Saviour Jesus, how majestic is thy name,
Without your love and presence, my life would ne'er be the same.
Oh, that great name Jesus, such wonders to perform,
 I have that blessed assurance while I'm safe in His loving arm.
Oh, my precious Jesus, who died to set me free,
The cross is such a comfort to be nearer my God to Thee.
Just speak the name of Jesus, the name I truly love,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, the Son of God above.


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The Angel of Hatred and Death

I hated who I was before
And I hated my previous life
I was too weak 
And very passive
I was not fit to be in this world…
So I was thrown into Hell
Swallowed by the Lake of Fire
And the end result
Was my rebirth
And now I’m back to correct my mistake

Hatred and anger fuel my body
I arise from the dead better than I was before
People that took advantage of me
Will now suffer the consequences of their actions!

Ooohhh…Look at what you brought upon yourselves
Ooohhh…The chaos that I cause will be the beginning
Ooohhh…No longer is my name the same, but the Angel of Death!

Now my heart has changed
It is black and hard like a diamond
Never again
Will I open my heart
To anyone for they take advantage…
Pray to God for forgiveness
For I won’t be so forgiving
Because once they’re done
I will silence them
And wipe them off the face of the earth!

With the Sword of Destruction in my right hand
I will slash the earth, purifying it
Chaos, death, and doom will be brought by me
And so the earth shall be reborn, forming a new Genesis!

Ooohhh…There will be fire falling down like the rain
Ooohhh…Not a single soul will be spared by me
Ooohhh…The world will come to know me as the Angel of Hatred!

Fear me and hide for that is they can do
Hate me and mock me for it won’t last too long
Say goodbye to your loved ones, for you won’t see them again
By the time that they are dead, they won’t see Heaven or Hell!

Ooohhh…Look at what you brought upon yourselves
Ooohhh…The chaos that I cause will be the beginning
Ooohhh…No longer is my name the same, but the Angel of Death!
Ooohhh…There will be fire falling down like the rain
Ooohhh…Not a single soul will be spared by me
Ooohhh…The world will come to know me as the Angel of Hatred!
Ooohhh…Now they know the pain that I had to go through
Ooohhh…There will be no mercy given by me
Ooohhh…The Angel of Hatred and Death has spoken!!!


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My Father's pen

The ink flows in my veins, it drips as I cry
I figured life was joy
I was wrong, for there is much evil walking in our streets
Lies upon lies, death herself points at me
Who am I to pretend of joy, when I break inside
I bleed, I shall not bare any seed
O' how I desire to be a father yet I weep I may not see the day
Cast unto me your burden as I drown in tears already half dead and all I have is my name
Why must I deny to be poor, to be worth nothing
As I, who am I
Father embrace me as I break
In the eyes of the inocent I see myself being judged beyond content
And I fall to my knees as I know death will swallow my dreams
She will sit on my hopes to be
Will I too go down as nothing in history
Let the pages be blank, write in my name as I love my name
It marked me when I was born and the first ray of light and sin crept into my eyes
I see not tomorrow
I can't peek into the sunset for I am consumed by sorrow
Plea, O' Father I plea to Your name
Deliver me from this heart ache
Free me so that I may at last find peace
I drown lower in strife and and I grow weak
Will You strengthen the ones who shall see me pass and love me?
I beg, to my humble view Father I trust in You
The clouds spit onto me, as I
Eduardo is the name you gave me and I shall embrace it for You my God are my all
Age sit on me, and I grow in time seeing twenty-one years of life I cry out
For my future, as I am to be what?
I sing, and I weep to my pain
Will tomorrow bring me back, or will I still fear the rain
I love my name, Eduardo, Father I am your pen
Allow not the ink that flows in my vains to dry
Surely You know that if it does I will die
Father in your keep I leave my life as You gave it me, only You can take it
Amen.


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DREAM

EVERY SECOND OF THE DAU I WISH YOU WERE HERE
SO I WOULD NEVER STRAY.

EVERYDAY I PLEADE AND PRAY FOR TO COME BACK
AND FANILY STAY.

I ASK GOD WHY HE TOOK YOU AWAY, BUT I NEVER
GET AN ANSWER. SO I STRAY DRINKING IT UP
HOPEING MY PAIN WILL SOON GO AWAY.

I LOOK UP AT THE SKY JUST AS A SHOOTING 
STAR FLY'S BY. I WISH YOU WERE HERE AND MY
PAIN WOULD GO AWAY, BUT THEN SOON AFTER 
WISHING GOD WOULD JUST TAKE MY LIFE 
AWAY.

I TRY TO IMAGINE YOU ARE HERE AND JUST 
EXALTY WHAT I WOULD SAY...

WHY WEREN'T YOU AT THE COURTHOUSE THAT DAY?
I WOULD HAVE NEVER SINGED THOSE PAPERS THAT 
TOOK MY LIFE AWAY.

ALL I EVER WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO COME AND 
TAKE ME AWAY. 

MY FUTURE IS GRIM AND MY HEART IS GRAY. I SEE
YOU IN THE CEMERATRY, I CALL YOUR NAME BUT 
YOU DON'T ANSWER.

I RUN TO YOUR SIDE AND FALLTO THE GROUND. 
AS I READ ALOUD MY NAME ON THE STONE I 
SCREAM GOD I'M SORRY PLEASE TAKE ME HOME.

THEN WAKE UP SCREAMING IN MY ROOM, WITH HER 
BY MY SIDE TELLING EVERYTHING WILL BE 
ALRIGHT.

BUT I KNOW IT BECAUSE YOUR NOT HERE
AND NO MATTER WHAT I DO OR WHAT I SAY MY
HURT AND MY PAIN WILL NEVER GOAWAY.



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On The Shores Of An Unnamed Sea

On the shores of an unnamed sea
I profess my hidden honesty
On the coast I recall
The memories of my sunken ship
A hundred lives lost in the name of one
And so I name this body of wasteful water
The sea of disoriented dreams and lost lives


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My name is Natalie

My name is Natalie

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
                                                                     With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

  Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.