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Details | Epitaph | |

Forever In My Heart

A million times I've needed you
A million times I've cried
If love alone could have saved you
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place
No one can ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you
But you did not go alone                                            
A part of me went with you
The day GOD called you home
Your precious memory is my keepsake
With which I'll never part
GOD has you safely in HIS keeping
But I have you forever in my heart


Details | Rhyme | |

Pain

Pain is all I feel in my life, 
For example, like being cut with a knife.
Since I was born,
Pain is all that’s come to me.
I don’t understand,
So I ask just one question, Lord Why Me?
I’ve been hurt in many ways,
And no one cares they just want to get paid.
Why does money have to cause so much pain?
So much pain, that I cry more than it rains.
Pain is what my heart is mostly full of,
Cause no one cares, but the man above.


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 | Narrative | |

The Empty Tissue Box

My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss


April 14, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Secret Cries

My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see. Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness. My heart hinders to collapse and deflates. Completely of decay, secretly lessen for the amounts of importance. Shedding everyday by natural process, my cries are easier to hide. Hidden behind my diluted mask of faulty smiles, I portray when you are around. As I wear with grace, deceiving you with an illusion of happiness. I die a little more inside. A cast away of pain, a cavity is what I became. Over dosing the quantity heartbreak, so overwhelmed my heartaches. Now begin causing the feeling of great sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrows. My secret cries of agony, a thought to die is where my truth lies. Memories are influencing misery, emotionally and physically. What hides behind my smile is vulnerability. My cries vocalize, overflowing with tears burns my insides. My heart is a furnace that burns for cremating my flesh of lies. Keeps me feeling, as thou I am no longer alive. Always walking through the crowd with my head up high, fore these feelings no one will ever find. My secret cries therefore shall die when I die. Then there will be no longer any secret cries to hide. Nevertheless, until the day I leave this earth, my cries shall stay buried alive.


Details | I do not know? | |

Empty Branches!?

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The beginning of winter

The winters hold....

Empty branches

Emptier hands

Living but dying

Without any plans

Breathing; beating....

Seeing

The best that you can?!

Seeing 

Being

This barren land....

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The midst of winter

Your growing old

Drying rivers....

Drier eyes

Another day closer

To the end, of your time!?

Time

Closer....

To the cold, inside

The dead of winter

The death of a life

The death in a world

That is dying; they cry....

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The end of winter

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

The winters, toll?!






Note: A retro repose from the
Winter of 06 & 07, I believe?
"'Love,' Always," John!:) ~


Details | Epitaph | |

The Day the Eagle Cried

We will never forget exactly where we were, 
	We will never forget exactly what we were doing, 
		We could never forget the loss we felt – 9/11/01.

We saw the birth of amazing heroes,
	We mourned with the grief of thousands,
		We marveled at the strength of the human spirit.

It was the day we held our children more closely,
	It was the day the American Family was reborn,
		And the day we became “One Nation, Under God.”

We heard those resounding words, “A plane hit the tower”,
	We watched in disbelief as the second tower fell to earth,
		And we heard the most heroic of words, “Let’s Roll!”

There were so many lessons that we learned,
	There are so many memories to be held dear,
		There was “Old Glory” – still standing to give us hope.

Firemen, Policemen, Clergy and Civilians-
	Were taken from us in a few fleeting moments,
		We saw a flight of angels, and an Eagle cry.

We became the strongest and most formidable of enemies,
	The most united in spirit and purpose in decades,
		We were filled with renewed honor and pride.

Yes, we lost the very innocence of our being,
	We lost the complacency of everyday routine,
		But yet we gained so much more.

For now we know the true meaning of so many, many words –
	“Indivisible”, “In God We Trust”, “United We Stand”
    		and the most important of all -
			“Greater Love Hath No Man Than This”…


Details | Terza Rima | |

Underneath It All

Dark clouds crowd the sky, diminishing light
Eternally, the Flower, Death covers it
Not a Soul is left to shiver, Death is night

Death controls the life of Man, all Lovers
Known as the Dark Angel he comes and goes
All fear him, for that he gives no do-overs

He steals life as the wind quietly blows
There is no remedy, not even time
Only God knows that the soul truly owes

The Soul lasts until the last, final chime
No hope, No desire, time to feed the Fire
You go to Hell, with Satan you will dine

You can’t be saved with your Lover’s desire
Your Heart, Body, and Soul are now Fire


Details | Dizain | |

Bereavement Support

My Dad, a pretty ordinary man, Suddenly taken by a heart attack. People are offering all that they can, Cakes and hot casseroles we do not lack, Hard to believe the whole town has our back. Their kindness seems to be never ending The new normal of mine just keeps bending, Focus seems to be on us completely, Thoughtfulness and support, all are sending, Comments of sympathy made so sweetly. Sorry for your loss, just how old was he, Using this information did matter. I reply he was almost eighty-three, The mood changes, I hear idle chatter. Suddenly I feel a great deal sadder, Death is simply another part of life, You should be grateful and not feel such strife. He was old, did not suffer, I was told, My heart bleeds after the cut by this knife. Judging approval of death by age --- cold.
Written July 27, 2012 For Cyndi MacMillan’s contest “Do You Understand” Won 3rd place


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Freed Spirit

If I could make myself strong enough to stand firmly in front of the gun,
Do you love me enough to pull the trigger?
Releasing me.
Freeing my mind from this hell.

Captured behind my eyes.
Bleeding in disguise.
Freedom is worth dying for. 
Life is worth being free. 

I live in a world that confuses me. 
I have the world on the surface for everyone to see.  
Then shadowed by my mind, I have a world for only me.
Trapped behind my eyes, misery and lies, betrayal and lust, 
laughter and pain. 

Shatters of un comfort rage destroys the happiness of my reality.
Caught up in the raptured discomfort of what I've created.
Purity is lost, sanity is the cost.
Haunted by my childhood, the curse that lust invoked.

I feel it all around me, absorbing and consuming me.
Attempting escape, yet by my hand just a waste.
I want someone to believe me.
Stand here freely and have the sympathy to release me.


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Panic Room


Here in this room again 
mind’s racing 
the fan on low…

and I’m not to be trusted 
can’t be left alone here
with shot gun temples 
and a soul full of fear

no worse place than now
I can’t yell it more clearly 
I beg for your attention  
but I can’t stand you near me

contradiction swimming
in the blood of my veins
I’d cut off my hands
to send toxins to drain

I’m gutless
yet I’m too gutsy for action
say that in public
imagine the reaction

I sit in whirl pools
but I’ve always hated heat
and claim to take a stand 
but I’m lazy at my seat

and I’m always on time
as I miss the bus again
I lie in your face 
with a devilish grin

I’m harmless 
and swear I didn’t mean it
I talk about my conscience 
still I’ve never seen it 

in a world of swirling confusions
I’m stuck on the spin cycle
madness,
creating contusions
 
my game’s not over
I need a fresh start
I’m begging for new blood 
cus’ I’ve got a good heart


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






Details | Narrative | |

A Blind Sunset

He glances out the window,
And watches the sunset,
But he doesn’t see the beauty,
Nor the warm rays which, 
Pierces through the glass,
Only the anticipation and, 
Anxiety of a long night,

Carefully, he watches, 
The colors change,
First the bright orange, 
"God I pray this never ends…"
Filling with a deep red,
"Just a little while longer…"
Slowly softening to the, 
Deceptive pinks and purples,
"Please, one more minute…"
Fading into the crimson black,
Which only night can bring,

Reluctantly, he gets ready for sleep,
Yet, knows it will never come,
He tossed and turns,
Half praying, half waiting,
Knowing what will happen,
In the way only a child can,

A light! It peeks through a crack,
In the door as a shadow floods the opening,
Quickly, the figure slips through the door,
And shuts it softly, but not without the,
Empty creak which has become so familiar,
The shadow climbs in beside him,
Touching his trembling leg, whispering,

“Hush little brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

He struggles and writhes,
Sadly knowing he will never,
Break the grip and prays to faint,
To loss all consciousness and,
Memory of that horrible night,
Just for one night without the pain,
Just for one night without, 
The cold empty feeling, 

Several years pass, too many to count, 
A single call, one he had never expected,
He rushes to the hospital to find, 
His tormentor for so many years,
Lying on a cold, hard bed,
Able to move, but only by pushing a button,
Able to speak, but only with a whisper,

He stays by him for weeks, caring for him,
Reading to him, watching over him,
Still suffering, still unable to move, 
He takes his brother home, 

The day goes on, moving slow as all,
The evening comes and he,
Watches once more as the sun sets,
Carefully watching, Orange to red,
Red to purple, and as the purple turns to black,
He walks into the room where his brother lies,
Slowly, he sits next to him, holding a pillow,
Stroking his head whispering,

“Hush big brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

The difference between right and wrong,
Can be hard to find,
But who’s there to see you,
When justice is blind?



Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


Details | Free verse | |

Tears From The Swamp

Author: Joseph Osita

From the swamp
Haunts me the tears of my blood
Stripped of all hope-the soil to shelter
And banished to swim in oil-poisoned sea
Do they know
Ghost of revenge haunts the weeping soul?


 From the swamp
All sorrow-veiled mourners gather
To unfold reaper's choice of the day
As muscles are crushed by soldiers’ bullet fury
Poised by Hobson's choice
Young men breed strength for crime
For ghost of revenge is haunting the weeping soul

From the swamp
Haunts me the stammering musket of angry souls
Where owners beg stealers the share of oil 
And the dead man’s amnesty is of twilight solution
For ghost of revenge will forever haunt the weeping soul


On the oil rich people of Niger Delta who are given peanuts by Nigeria government, despite oil companies’ excessive spillage in the region. 
The people hauled their anger against the government but were apprehended by Nigerian Army.  
For Michael J Faloticho's 'Sounds of a cry'
contest
03/08/2011


Details | Elegy | |

His Legacy

Up into the sky 
he soared 
like an Angel

With us 
down here-- 
at Soupland, watching him as he soared 
like an Angel;

So gentle… 
and brave 
he was,
a strong love he had, sharing it till the end, yet

His breath
could not resist the resounding call 
of Heaven 
and he left, 

Leaving us his poetry, for 
when great storms come in, his laughter 
will dry our tears like rain.


--

for Tom Bell, a great poet who taught us all-- 
to laugh and to smile…to learn… and to give.    


Details | Epitaph | |

Floating.....

Wish I could have taken better 
Care of my body... 
Wish they could have stopped 
the cancer sooner... 

I'm just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 

If I had my way, I'd pick another church. 
At least one that spelled my name right 
On the obituary. 

I wonder if they knew, 
That I truly loved Sonya, 
but married Adele out of convenience. 

Wish I could have told my brother, Kenny 
I forgive him, maybe he wouldnt cry so hard. 
Wish I could tell Aunt May that hat is too big. 
I wonder if Tara knows the deacons 
Are looking up her dress. 

Im just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 

I wonder if the choir knows 
How much I really hate that song... 
Hope they know the Pastor's lying. 
I was not that good of a man.. 

That suit is not the one I would have picked. 
My body looks so much smaller, 
and that make-up makes me look too light. 

Im just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 
Free from pain, free from it all. 

Wonder if they know, 
In spite of my short time on this earth...
i truly enjoyed it.
I truly loved it all.


Details | Lyric | |

Remember you

I open my eyes
to another day
as the sun climbs
I fade away
im carried to a place where i feel no pain
carried to a time before you went away

I still feel you close, feel you here
in this life we chose its all so clear
when I remember you, remember you

I close my eyes
from another day
as the moon blinds
I fade away
im carried to a place where i feel no pain
carried to a time before you went away

I still feel you close, feel you here
in this life we chose its all so clear
when I remember you, remember you

 


Details | Couplet | |

Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?

 

I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.

 

As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?

 

Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.

 

Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.

 

Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.

 

Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.


Details | Epic | |

Fey Fallow Heath

Sheathed beneath fey 
Fallow heath; 
Ever reclining, ne’er still, 

Strenuous tendons, canvassed abruptly, 
Sewn and cast upon the ochre ash baize; 
Shards slanderous, prosaic splinters, 
Obituaries embroidered, solely trough grace. 

Sheathed beneath fey 
Fallow heath; 
Ever reclining, ne’er still, 

Ether let heathers, tore, tread an’ scorn,
Wheaten wore sought, tethered ought- 
Shorn, praised amidst, timorous gaze, 
Obituaries embroidered, solely trough grace.

Sheathed beneath fey 
Fallow heath; 
Ever reclining, ne’er still.


Details | Lyric | |

Under the Eclipse: For Amanda Todd

October speaks of death, I hope now she can rest,
And lay the soaring bird on down.
Underneath her clothes, only herself she loathed.
We've seen this done before. 

Together they manifest their cause, ripping with their claws,
Tearing flesh and bone.
From the shame inside swelling at her sides,
She broke herself on stones. 

And the monsters say "There's on her to blame,
With many heads we only think the same".
When no words of solace leave our lips,
I can tell you the world will end like this,
Under the Eclipse. 

All around they slayed and left where she laid
To bleed out all her wrongs.
And now that she's gone, over with and done,
Her memories all they play. 

She can show you how people lose their sanity.
She can show you how the world has lost humanity.
Those who turned their eyes, this has only you to blame.
To console yourself you say "Oh what a shame".
I can tell you how the world will end like this,
Under the Eclipse,
Under the Eclipse.

Wool across my eyes,
Shields me from this life.
Every single thread
Coating what they said.

Every drop of rain
Lights a candle in
Memory of the one
Who burned for others fun. 

She can show you how people lose their sanity.
She can show you how the world has lost humanity.
Those who turned their eyes, this has only you to blame.
To console yourself you say "Oh what a shame".
I can tell you how the world will end like this,
Under the Eclipse,
Under the Eclipse.

Where is the sun?
Where is the sun?


Details | I do not know? | |

Today Is Terrible----

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

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


Details | I do not know? | |

Did I Remember To Tell You Daddy

Almost three years now Daddy
since you were taken away
I thank God you no longer suffer
but I had so much more to say

But you and I were always very close
and I know that we still are
So be free to enjoy family and friends
I know you'll never be far

Oh but  Daddy
Did I remember to thank you 
for coming to stay with the kids and I 
At times you thought you were a burden
but if anyone was it was I

And I want to tell you too Daddy
that you would be so proud of them all
Brandon's now a sergeant with a son on the way
Cam Jeremy is due early fall

And your little Sarah Daddy
you would be so very proud
She's a tiny little thing, still a great mom
and has the best boys in any crowd

And I'm sure you've been watching Curtis
So you know he's just like you
And he is living up to the promise he made
Yes Daddy I'm very proud too

Oh and one more thing 
before I lay down to rest
Did I remember to tell you and the world
that
 My Daddy's the best

Loving you and missing you always
Your baby girl


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | I do not know? | |

The Universe In Me That Cried

At the pain-struck point of passing the 
universe in me that cried of loss 
imploded every star and moon 
until a meteoric cross 
was borne upon my back.

At the dawn of dark despairing the 
universe in me that cried denial 
shook forgotten childhood roots, 
cranked the grief and all the while 
let light succumb to black.

In the echoed eves of emptiness the 
universe in me that cried so numb 
evicted nearly all my faith 
and tapped upon a funeral drum 
that almost beat us both. 

In the latter leap of letting go the 
universe in me that cried her name, 
embraced of all she ever was, 
from pure love salvation came 
and prayed for my re-growth.


Details | Narrative | |

Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


Details | Rhyme | |

Deepest Sympathy

I'm so sorry
to hear the sad news
that your loved one 
passed away.
My deepest sympathy
I send to you
as you grieve for them today.
I'll be praying
that your hurt will heal
as each day comes and goes.
Trust the Lord
to comfort you through this
For all about your grief He knows.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Waves

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

Tell me it isn't true

Tell me it isn't true
That he didn't hurt you too
Tell me that your not crying
Please tell me your lying
Why I ask you
Why I say
Why should this happen today
Onlt 13 years
Now we shead 13 tears 
13 forever
Will my soul recover
My days and nights gets longer
Wondering if my days will get shorter
Feeling my heart getting heavy
The wish to hear his voice is driving me crazy
In loving memory Christopher Monte' Rivera


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The Cancer

I've watched her vanish and dietirate into withering roses.

The pain that takes over her body is spreading fast and furious,

and only weakens her!

How can she bring so much light into a room of darkend souls, with her smile,

When she has only those two weeks to remain?

Why her a mother and new bride?

She doesnt want to miss a thing in her young boys lifes.

But... she already knows how it will be and how it will come.

Six days, six days she had before the death withen her took 

one last breath, and she vanished into the atmosphere and left.


Details | Free verse | |

Heroin Hero

  Alone; as you lie on your bed
The stars brighten, serene
Such an ecstatically lovely scene
While these visions float in your head
Imagining hues of purple: divisions of colorful red
Teardrop sparks sprinkle the room
All around in sweetness croon
The words unheard, not said.
   Beauty beheld in radiant eyes
In you resides the strength of Achilles
Though at war within your smile is silly
All and sundry cries
A child unknown, underlies
This babe: birthed in the lion’s den
Whimpering song of saddened sin
Precious glowing guise.
   A moments life on a dealers rate
Mommy’s whoring liquid lance
Living within your secret trance
Ungodly was to procreate
Yet yours is to a tempted fate
To feel, to float, to steal a scream
A life conceived within a dream
With this are you given another date.
   Heaven awaits sweet heroin hero
Innocent babe with your precious grin
What you have now is only ten
Seconds counted backwards to zero
Alone to dwell in your place of limbo
A pasture for you, a bed of clouds
One more broken breath allowed
Goodbye sweet heroin hero.


   BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
       January 21,2008


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sitting On the Dock With Rene

I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness would come my way,
headed for any deep water bay,
sitten' on the edge of sadness,...
wasted by time.....time...

on the bay of grief and sadness
I sat and wondered aloud....
how can I feel so lonely....
even in the midst of a crowd?

sittin' on the dock of sadness bay
wearing my ......crow....crown.....

I was royal fodder for sorrow,
looked like just sh_t would be comin' to me
I wanted so much to hold him,
but somehow   fate would not let that be.....

so I'm sitten' on the fringe of cryin'....
every day.....ay, ay, ay, ay...

I'd whistle if I could...
and if it'd bring him to me
for just one more day...
but my throat is simply too.
clogged with tears
what can I say?

I sit on the riverbanks
of mighty river styx
the river I've longed to cross
so I could hold him once more...
but sadness has stranded me
here, on this lonely shore...

for Rene, my sister in sorrow,
among the millions of us in
the dark seas of grief....


Details | Free verse | |

-Wasn't-

Wasn't supposed to go as far as it did.  
Had no intentions to hold you close to my soul.  
Was my first time,  just wanted a little taste.  
Something to take away my blues.  
Help me forget the pain serging through my veins.
But after that first hit,
Oooooh..how you made my body hum.
I felt like I could fly.
Nothing, nothing could hurt me again.
But as I slowly came off that high,
I started to remember my pain.
I was disgusted with life.
And everything that appeared before me.
Couldn't sit still, had an itch to fulfill.
Then began my quest.
Quest to feel like that first time.
Taking anything to not feel again.
Never coming close.
Just pulling further and further from me.
Losing total grip of my reality.
Someone help me,
Wasn't supposed to go as far as it did.


Details | Free verse | |

Without Him

The decanter is filled with chicory blooms
(blue, for the sky is her pleasure)
while the snapshot turns nigrescent
marking rain for the evening weather
The ring with which they two had wed
lay gilded 'round her finger
With her eyes closed oboes quarreled
'gainst the scent of him, that lingered.
Her languish comes but once a day
She turns to the mackerel sky
and sits upon her lonely porch
In sight the ibis fly.
She remembers sweet the sparkling mint
his eyes had held in winter
and the rush of tangling wild wars
they waged when he did kiss her.
As evening falls the grass gives up
it's scent from dew to rain
and again her footsteps lead her
to a solitary grave.


Details | Narrative | |

The Saddest Story Known to the Human Heart

He sped home, 
His hands covered with desperation
Pedal down to the cold of the floor
His mind clouded with hesitation

She stood alone on the porch,
Her hands covered with damnation
Heart cold from the winter night
She was yearning for the liberation

Tears streamed from down his eyes
The night was clouded like a horror movie
Breaths are heavy and cold with perspiration
Thinking, “How could she do this to me?”

Her legs gave out,
As she collapsed to the floor
Headed to the phone
She crawled to the door

His love burned out,
As he slammed on the gas
Eyes blurred with tears
He was going way to fast

She had to tell him,
He was the love of her life
Phone was cold as she grasped it
She quickly dialed his number in strife

His phone rang in the side of his jeans
He scrambled for it and saw her name
Mind conflicted whether to pick it up
He answered in a crying shame

She hears his voice from the other side
She tells him she loves him and starts to cry
Then it happened
She never got to say goodbye

His speedometer was to the max,
His attention was taken of the street
Head on collision
He had his life swept from under his feet

She heard the crash on the other end
Screamed out his name in an awful blur
And collapsed again to the floor
He never got the chance to say he loved her


Details | Verse | |

On The Wings Of A Dragonfly

I walked down the hospital corridor
And a dragonfly I see
Staring through the window pane
Looking just for me.

My mind immediately took wings
And soared above the clouds
I looked upon the city huge
Where I was once a child.

Then the wind beneath his wings
Transported me far north
To the Nebraska Sand Hills
And the school I once taught.

Here a Cowboy riding tall
Caught my eye you see
Then I knew with all my heart
This land my home would be.

I drifted farther north again
To Dakota land,
Where we ranched and raised the kids
Our dreams to soon would end.

Back to Kansas we did go
A living was our goal.
For twenty years you worked so hard
Your health did pay the toll.

I traveled upward one last time
Our old place I see
Beneath me lies your garden site
With nothing left but weeds.

I soar over our new home
Your flowers and veggies bloom,
I picked your pretty coral rose
And brought it to your room.

The dragonfly blinked his eyes at me
His message I'd misread,
He wasn't here for me at all
But for my Cowboy, instead.

I need to thank my daughter-in-law Darcee for her help.
Cile and Darcee Beer


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The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


Details | Free verse | |

MY ONLY SON 9-11 TRAGEDY

"Put on channel seven.
My Lord!! What have they done! 
I can not believe it..
they killed my only son!"

Raised with respect.
Never a problem.
Worked hard as a Man.
Problems..he would solve them. 

He did well in College.. 
He struggled..but made it through. 
Held his chin up when he was down.
Gods help..guided him through.

He put down his cup of coffee.
Kissed his daughters face.
Ran to catch the bus.
To join the daily race.

On the 105th floor, 
"Ding!" and he steps out. 
He can already hear. 
His boss’s vivid shouts.

It’s 9:15.
We are staring at the screen. 
The worst disaster I have ever seen.
The building collapsed.
My heart went numb.
Where..Oh! Where, 
is my only son?

Did he make to the office?
Lord tell me..it’s not true.
God, take me instead of him!
Please help him get through. 

"Where is my Daddy?" 
I was staring in her eyes..
I saw it then..she realized.
"Why would they do it?
..What have they done?
I said, "We are not to hate but..
..but they have killed my only son."


Details | Rhyme | |

Fly-Fly-O, Butterfly

                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
With a gun, thinking, it’s just a toy
                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
A soldier he is, yet still, he’s a boy
                       Fly 
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
Learned to fire, ‘cos of indecent lie
                        Fly
                        Fly
                  O, butterfly
                This little boy
He’s badly wounded, ‘cos of his toy
                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
No longer a soldier, nor, a little boy
                        Fly
                        Fly
                  O, butterfly
                This little boy
Not breathing, so he can not tell a lie
                         Fly
                         Fly
                   O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Show him, your world, without a gun
                          Fly
                          Fly
                    O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Tell him, he’s still a boy, not a soldier
                          Fly
                          Fly
                    O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Warn him, he’ll get hurt, when he fire
                           Fly
                           Fly
                     O, butterfly
                  This little boy
Guide his soul, to Enchanted Kingdom


Details | Elegy | |

Everyday Regrets

        Every Everyday I feel the same old mistakes brushing up my leg and heading 
striaght for my heart. Trying make me sting... stupid memories, I can't shake them away 
and they just make me feel everyday regrets. I knew you were leaving, I could feel it 
inside. Yet it seemed like life just kept moving on... it never let me stop for a minute 
to see how you were doing and I blame myself for not saying good bye. Sometimes I cry 
when I think about you... sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go see you. One more 
mistake and my heart keeps on aching. I'm not ready for this but even so it kills me. 
Everyday regrets about the times i'll never forget and the things I never got to say. I 
know your looking down on me trying to console me but in my mind everything went wrong 
and I wasn't even there... you just passed right along and I couldn't even hold your 
hand. I wanted to be there... I had grown up a lot since this ever ending roller coaster 
ride and just as I was getting off the dizziness still hadn't worn off. You were taking 
away in the middle of the night... I wasn't even there and that makes me sad. I didn't 
hear you voice... I didn't show any remorse and it hurts me deep inside that I will never 
see your heart beat again or see you talk to me like you used to do. Everyday Regrets and 
I keep on blaming myself in a story that just won't ever end and will continue until I 
see your face again. I won't forget, I will remember... I disappointed you and that's all 
I can say for now goodbye is hardly the words I ever wanted to say. But now your gone and 
i'm living with everyday regrets.


Details | I do not know? | |

my mother

	MY MOTHER
I dedicate this poem to my beloved mother

I miss you mum, I miss you
I know I always will
I’ll never stop loving you
I knew that you were ill
I wanted to take away the pain
I would have done it too
But you just grinned and took it
That is so like you
I remember that look on your face
When you told me you were dying
It seems like it was yesterday
I could not stop crying
I know it’s been a long time
In fact it’s sixteen years
Time will never ease the pain
It cannot stop the tears
I say goodnight to you in bed
And think of you in bed
You’ll always be there in my heart
It doesn’t heal in time
My love for you will never die
And this I know is true
You just remember up above 
I’ll never stop loving you
A large piece of  my heart is gone
But I am not too sad
I remember the memories
And they always make me glad
You are my guardian angel
Who always looks after me
I look up at the stars above
I see you shine,  I see
I hope you like this poem
I made it just for you
Remember I’ll love you always
And I’ll always miss you too




Details | Ballad | |

THE KIND-HEARTED MRS ADAMS

We drove by her run-down house
with faded green shingles
and boarded-up windows,
a sad feeling overwhelmed us;
many times we helped her
to cut down the thick grass 
and in return she gave us 
three yellow flowers 
as a token of her gratitude... 
no one else could have cared more!

"These flowers are for you,darlings,because
you helped me plant them in the soil,
and they've grown to be tall and beautiful
in a garden so tidy and nice!" 
she exclaimed in jubilation;
"Remember me by when
I'll reach my home...to dwell
in the presence of the Lord,
and I'll be looking down on you and
pray with all angels to keep you safe and well!'
she gladly said with resignation,
foreseeing what  she couldn't explain...

She told us about her sweetheart,
whom she loved indefinetly:
from the moment they met,
to the day he peacefully died:
a lovely and faithful wife
was all he wanted and dreamed;
and their marriage lasted 
longer than they expected to be...
to be taken with them,
not being afraid of death!

"This is the grand piano I sed to play
for my husband on his last birthday;
he laid his arms on my shoulders
and sang along with me for hours:
on those snowy nights without moon...
when romance was rekindled with kisses
and the sentimental tunes
took away our winter's blues!"
she murmured with deep regret,
until her light eyes became wet...

The decaying house was put up for sale,
and only these kids have a story to tell
about the nicest person on that block,
who once was the prettiest girl-scout...
who loved us as much as her own children;
but did she deserve to be forgotten and die alone?
And if you wonder what her name was,
she was the kind-hearted Mrs Adams!


Details | Epitaph | |

The Final Solution.



Thousands were selected.
In each country, hunted and arrested.
Hatred so extreme. Genocide the theme.
Mass extermination, old, young and sick.
Into the pit.
Sons and daughters, like your own.
Gassed and burnt, down to the bone.
Slaughter of a human race.
Because, a type of face.
Naked en mass, waiting for the gas.
What a way to die!
Unable to breath or cry.
Vomit, blood and gore.
They are no more. 

Comments
I have had lots of feedback on this poem.
Mostly, they comment on Hitler being
the cause, I think that the whole German race
was responsible.  The clouds of smoke from the ovens
covered all of Europe. The smell of burnt flesh was
 everywhere. All of Germany combined to carry
out this enormous task.


Details | Romanticism | |

Dragon of the Night

Dragon of the Night, O'Winged One Lost in Flight,
Shattered dreams and scattered leaves blown in sight,
Whispers of smoke and fiery stroke lofted on midnight
air,
Tales of wonder and loneliness cast upon a creature so
rare.

Cast in cave for a crime it did not commit or foresee,
Hunted by humans, elves, and other beasts from foreign
land to sea,
Driven by hounds frothing and foaming at the mouth,
Dragon of the Night looks for refuge in the Valley of
Bones South.

This creature with scales of rubies and diamonds
crawls for safe haven,
While knights on horseback ride after him for the crow
doth craven,
Mysteries of the deep beckon this beast of the night,
Persecuted for his past deeds and tales of wondrous
delight.

"Why me?" cries the tormented fiend in full fledgling
flight,
Why am I alone, why am I so afraid, why do you drive
me from sight?"
"All I ask for is some food, some water, and a place
to ply my weary head,"
"But now I'm pursued and plundered until the watery
deeps turn red!"

The Dragon of the Night doth encounters a dead end at
the Valley of Bones,
Ghostly ghouls and demons compete for the loudest of
moans,
Knights have all gathered to surround the beast to cut
off all that is safe,
The Final Battle begins with not strident call but a
low crying Wraith.

The Wraith offers comfort to the Dragon of the Night
in midst of danger,
"Come stay with me for I am definitely no cast upon
stranger,"
"Be comforted in the knowledge that the end will come
quick,"
"So that you may dwell in my lovely Garden of the Dead
no trick."

So as the Dragon of the Night rested with no care to
his dismay,
Unfolded his wings and rested his weary limbs on that
momentous day,
Spears and arrows may have once torn the cries from
his flamed throat,
Finally, the Dragon of the Night had found the
Peaceful Moat.

Dragon of the Night tho you died while surrounded by
the Enemy of Fright,
Your spirit will live in the hearts of children by
tender candlelight.
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Always Walk The Path of Light,
Christopher:)


Details | Ballad | |

COLD TOMBSTONE

I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...



Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Life Is Not A Song

It would be good to find a rhythm
But life is not a song.


Days passing with a sigh
Sketching bloodshot eyes for the 
Thousandth time
Both ears welcome in all your
Fears and my arms
Unwrap from myself and absorb the world

This is how I've saved your lives
And for all of the thanks, it can't justify me
Nobody there to pull me back when I try
To break through to the other side
Yet if all the dark was drowned out by the light
Who's to say there'd be anything left of me?

If I cry and collapse, is it me in command?
Or maybe the illness devouring me
Laughing caught in embrace with an intimate face
Could just be the meds overpowering me

Despite all my love and sympathy
I'm the one who my world revolves round
But the guilt even when I convert it to care
Melts in my mouth so I can't make a sound

So perhaps this is me, settled down into rhyme
Given up on my turn for a saviour
Trapped in distress in this mess for all time
Punishment for my selfish behaviour.


Details | Quatrain | |

In the Sand

He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored
then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine.
Forty years she was the one he adored,
so he kneels to pray for her, one more time.

He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand
then he watches a wave wash it away.
Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand
he wishes there was more that he could say.

A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave
he can smell her perfume as on the breeze.
He has not the strength to visit her grave
self-pity and pain is all that he sees.

Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat
as it makes a turn back toward the bay.
Hollow and empty he feels without hope
and wishes a wave would wash it away.


Details | I do not know? | |

Another Way

She sits there wondering what went wrong,
With the life she used to love

Should she feel the guilt she has
Or should she put it in the past

Do they realize what they’ve done,
To a girl who loved the sun

Now she doesn’t know what to do
And she doesn’t know if she can make it through

Now she sits scared and alone,
Wondering where her life’s gonna go and

She often wonders if it’s worth the wait
To see if the pain’ll go away

Or should she just end it now
And use the gun she found
To end all her misery

Her parents used to be in love
And always had so much fun

But now things have completely changed
And nothings ever gonna be the same

And she’s so scared to know
Which direction her life’ll go

Will it follow in their footsteps,
Or will she break the never-ending chain

She wants to have kids
If she makes it that far

She still wonders if she should end now
And use the gun she found
To end all her misery
Call her crazy
For thinking about it
But how can someone else
Be the judge about her life

Suicide seems right to her
But if only she could see
The life she has yet to live

And if only she could see
That suicide is a permanent solution to her temporary problem

Things will get better
There is always light at the end
No matter how dark the tunnel seems

There is always a way
To take away the misery
Without using
The gun she found.


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Heres Looking At You Kid

Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you

Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth

I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue

black hair  hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis 
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis

blisters and sores on  your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace

you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side

first Grandpa then you Dad  Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed

missed over 30 yrs of wishing you  birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating

but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses

I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey

I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free

heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating

Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above

For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday  world

I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new

Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers 






In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary

10/ 18/ 48
 6 / 5 / 71









Details | Rhyme | |

Death Wish

The nauseated feeling from knowing that I have thoughts to take my own life. 
Suicide not only being a feeling, a second thought, but a compromise.
Now sick to my stomach with disbelief, how I imagine at the end of my life-the 
painful grief.
And my funeral, what church would take me? The sinner who took her own life, in 
my casket the devil might as well be.
And yet the thought constantly crosses my mind:
Why not die? Death is simply the beginning of life.
Although life is well and sometimes I'm happy. 
I can't help but wonder how death would be.
People always say "at least their in a better place." 
So is death better than life? In death can I go my own pace?
Once again nauseated with the thought of taking my own life. Myself I can no 
longer love, me I can only despise!!!



Details | Bio | |

Emotional Numbness

This emptiness that I’m feeling 
Its spreading to my veins
Somthings holding me back 
Its like Im in a straight jacket 
Cant breath, cant see
I need to break away
I need to break free
My hearts getting heavy 
All my uncryed tears
Seem to be stuck in my heart
I can feel the blood
Dripping in my veins
It hurts with every breath
Sadness, despair
Filling my lungs
The sky falling down 
My world collapsing
My legs cemented to the floor
My hair flying in the air 
My shadow disappearing slowly 
Everythings getting dark 
Scary shapes near and far
There is an utter silence 
No light no sound 
Everythings gone 
All that remains now is a smile 
its slowly going
now jsut a residue
A residue of my smile


Details | I do not know? | |

Grandma

God took you from me and

I never felt the same

With you not here I felt

Like a lame

Then I cry and It just dont

Feel the same

God took your hand

And brought you home

Sometimes I pray and 

It just dont feel the same

I get scared so I walk away

Then I here you say 

Dont ever be afraid

So the only thing I can say

Good bye Grandma Carrie Lee


Details | I do not know? | |

If I Died Today

If I died today,
Would your heart fade away?
If I died today,
Would your heart die with me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you be able to move on?
If I died today,
Who would go to my funeral?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you see me in everything?
If I died today,
Would anyone even care?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would anyone cry for me?
If I died today,
How would you grieve for me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today......


Details | I do not know? | |

Unwillingly Dying

   I sat in the court room and watched all the jurors eyes. They were so innnocent 
and so ignorant as they looked upon my husbands perdicament.

He was facing the death penalty and I could see the pain in his eyes as I tried to 
reach out for him but a wall seemed to block us.

He had been charged with murdering a little girl about four or five and as I 
watched the case my eyes began to fog. 

I remembered the night it happened a day I would never forget. A saw him swing 
the bat towards my legs but what he didn't see was our angel tightly hugging my 
knees. 

I had dealt with abuse from this man for 12 years and even though he beat me all 
the time he would never touch Keisha. She was his little girl.   

But just in that moment when the object collided I could see his hurt as if the bat 
had hit him. 

A few 911 calls later and handcuffs over hands and my husband was in jail but 
my baby was dead.  

I felt angry that he would even touch our little girl. She was my soul my heart and 
my entire world.

 But at the same time I knew he didn't mean to. I had seen many things in my life 
but never had I seen him cry like he did that night.  

I felt like my health was deterriating since the day she left. I'd lost five pounds in a 
matter of days and my hair had fallen out in chunks. But I still stood up when the 
verdict was about  to be read.  

I turned my attention back to the court as they said he was guilty. 

A  smile came up to my lips but than faded almost as quick as the judge 
sentenced him to death I screamed " no he doesn't deserve this". 

I watched as the parol officers took him away to meet his fate as my lips 
trembled. 

This was another day I would never forget.  


Details | Elegy | |

Miss You

The time moves so slowly now that we are apart,
 each minute passes with a beat of my heart.
I long for the time that we spent together and wish those moments could last forever.
How I miss you and long for your touch,
 your tender words and thoughtfulness that I loved so much.
As the sun sets and another day is done,
 I know someday we will be as one.
So my love know this to be true,
 only God knows how much I miss you.

JSergi


Details | Elegy | |

The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


Details | Alliteration | |

My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


Details | Elegy | |

My Brother

My brother you lived by the sand and the sea they both set your spirit free.
Remembering all the times that we went through doing things that brothers do.
As a chef you loved to cook and create watching Grandmon in the kitchen it was your fate.
Family and friends miss you so they all wish you did not go.
And Rocky my brother what can I say? I know I will miss you everyday.


JSergi


Details | Rhyme | |

May God Comfort You In Your Loss

I'm sorry to hear about your
 loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times
 hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, 
sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and 
joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened, 
 I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.







Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Rhyme | |

We Miss You Uncle Herman


When we think of our friend Herman Weeks.
We think of a person very gracious and sweet!

He was always a pleasure to be around!
And brought laughter to his side of town!

From everyone that’s had a chance to meet him.
He was special!  We’ll never forget him!

He was very humble, gracious and kind!
People like him are special!  And hard to find!

We knew from the day that he met Snow.
She helped to make his empty life whole!

The creations and many things he made.
Were wonderful works of his hands displayed!

His service to the country and fellow man.
Is a beautiful gift that few understand!

Over the years, he’s brought joy to our hearts!
We’ve all loved him from the very start!

Thank you Lord! For blessing us from above.
For Herman and his heart filled with love.

We know now he’s in a better place.
Filled with God’s presence and his grace.

Our lives have been blessed to have him with us!
We’ll miss him!  He sure has blessed us!

To Herman we give our hearts filled with cheer!
We love you very much and wish you were here!

By Jim Pemberton
















Details | Elegy | |

IN MEMORY TO MY FATHER

written 23rd Oct 1997

So long I needed to visit
 but my heart didn't listen
Letting you know how much "I love you so"
 is now something, you will never ever know

Now that you are gone
 I know I waited to long
If I could just have that one more chance
 I would never treat it as just another glance

Now, you have become my biggest memory
 for you have gone, to a place I can not see
Knowing that we will never again touch
 makes me miss you, so very much

My children are still to young
 to wonder why pop hasn't rung
My heart is now empty
 for you, it always had plenty

I really do need to have you back
 you were the "only one, who saw me back
I know deep down inside
 you love me, more than words could describe

For it is only now, that I realise why you didn't want me around
 you knew how "painful it would have been, to watch you drown
But, as long as I am still alive
 you too, will continue to survive

For I will always be your darling little Denise
 who hopes, you forever rest in peace

                    ALLAN THOMAS HOLMES
                1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997


Details | Narrative | |

Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007


Details | Free verse | |

Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


Details | Rhyme | |

Estranged Love

"Estranged Love" By M. Taha Effendi (Rhyme) Countless days came and passed, each day in misery spent. every day I live as my last, since the day you are absent. Each day I hope of your return, I find my hopes desert me. To bear this pain the more i yearn, the more it grows to hurt me. I tried to live. I tried in vain, my efforts bore no fruit. I fell apart living in pain, but my love stood resolute. Then late one night I cried to God, tears streaming down my cheeks. Please hear my plea, I beg you Lord, I've starved myself for weeks. If you must then change my fate, please let me be with her. For this long and futile wait, proves too much for me to bear. Rid me of this suffering, my fate rests in your hand. For i exist as something, that is neither dust nor sand. Comfort me with a lie if you must, so i wont writhe again. Or tell the truth so i may just, end these throes of pain. Death will be my solace, when such agony is rife. I'll surrender to its sweet embrace, to end my wasted life. I cried to God with all my heart, I begged for her in one last breath. For being alive while torn apart, is a fate worse than death.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

SUNSET AT NOON

The day becomes night;
As a comrade transcend 
To true world beyound.
Oh! Finally, a jolly good fellow drops the baton;
A justice of peace with unstained character,
A sacrificial giver who neglected his needs.
Death, you never cease to amase
As you drive home valiant colleagues.
Death! Hope you know?
Here a while we must be parted
Because
For a while the tired body
Erupt in sleep.
Soul and body reunited.
Thence; death, nothing shall divide 
Father, mother, child and brethren.
Nevertheless, the dead, you were great while alive
And great in death.
The pens, sleep till we meet and part no more.


      WRITTEN BY EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME
	0092348081195600, 0092348131176767
	DEDICATED TO  JOURNALISTS . 


Details | Ballade | |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


Details | Narrative | |

Marla

Marla was a friend of mine I knew from working at UTMB Over 10 years we worked together In the department of pathology Though we actually worked In two different locations there We still became pretty good friends Leaving me memories of times we shared Besides her friendship with me To all, Marla was very helpful She knew her job exceptionally well And was always professional Our department felt confident As we knew Marla was the one To work in an accurate manner And get any task completely done Marla attended a few SSP luncheons We would both go there to meet She came as my guest a few times And we would save each other a seat I’ll carry the memories of Marla With me throughout my living years I know that when it’s my time to go She’ll be saving a good seat for me up there Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | Couplet | |

My Gun

I feel for the miserable day,
They try to take MY gun away…


Details | Rhyme | |

May God Comfort You During Your Loss

May God Comfort You...


I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened,  I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | I do not know? | |

Letting go

As I lye awake and think of you
my heart always feels so blue.

I try my best to move on, but it's hard to do 
since you've been gone.

Thou my heart feels like it's bleeding, I can't 
stop how I'm feeling.

People say time will heal the pain but, at times
I feel I'm going insane.

I pray to god everyday, he makes my 
pain go away.

I will always love you with all my heart, and know 
that one day the healing will start.

But, until that day comes around I will never forget
when we laid you in the ground.

So, please God help me understand why daddy let go of my hand.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


Details | Ballad | |

Please Give Him Back To Me

I just don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be free
I cannot be without you
But all that’s left is me
I lie here in the darkness
I scream, I shout, I cry
But no one seems to hear me
As I pray, I pray to die
There is no daylight in my world
No sun, no moon, no glow
No smiles or laughter; only tears
Just tears, sad tears that flow
I put my hands together 
I pray to God above
To take me from this lonely place 
And to the man I love
But in the deafening silence
I know I face defeat
I know I'm still alone, because
My broken heart still beats
He took you from my loving arms
And walked you through His door
You belong to Him now
You belong to me no more
I know I live on borrowed time
I know it won’t be long
Before I'm in your arms again
The place where I belong
And I will keep on praying
Until he hears my plea
To take me through the gates of Heaven 
And give you back to me...


Details | Cinquain | |

Young Girls Pain

Love
Deceitful, wicked
Weeping, cringing, loathing
Things children shouldn’t feel
Hate
 
Intimacy
Repulsive, severe
Struggling, bleeding, collapsing
My pain continues unheard
Father
 
Hope
Abandoned, faulty
Hiding, listening, praying
Life is my suffering
Justice
 
Purpose
Forbidden, fruitless
Reeling, clutching, grinning
The agony has ended
Redemption

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Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



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


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Rhyme | |

Stairway to Heaven

I stare upon December's moon,
and wonder why some leave so soon.
When news hits us like shattered glass...
Can we believe what's come to pass?
When we aren't meant to understand...
Then who are we to judge God's plan?
As he sifts through the sands of time...
Was this really by design?
Will we get from here to there,
and know it when we do?
Will we greet our flesh and blood,
and those we never knew?
Remember those that mean the most,
and hear their voices ring.
Then shut your eyes...and listen close,
and you'll hear an angel sing...
 
 
Copyright © 2007

 


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Haiku | |

Pestilence

Once Every Second,
A child dies in Africa,
Where are your children?


Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Musaddas | |

JESUS WITH MY FAITH I SEND THIS PLEA

written 14th July 2013


My sorrow, is overwhelming my 'entire' soul
 for in my jaded life, my dear "Nath" would be the last breath taken away
Why does God, continue taking those that play the most 'critical' roll
 my life is 'never' going to endure, any hint of ease.. no way

Heart heavy, loss and pain all consuming me 'again'
 God, I plea with you leave me those that I 'love' these day's
It's become 'that' part of the year, my Nathan was taken due to 'my' curse
 tears flood my entire being, why do you always insist I live entirely 'alone'

Sorrow just in this year now at 'half point' has finally taken the 'full' toll
 I no longer see, any thing as my destiny that I shall 'exude'
When, will it 'ever' be my turn, I wait..to become the next called to heaven
 "am" I not worthy, of your abundant grace?

You, seem to take 'everyone' I 'entrust' to a faraway land
 Nathan Reide' these are my tears containing, the 'most sorrow' I've ever let fall
But, every memory of you and me, stop all of the pain
 just, another pain and despair to add to my life's endurance 'till'

I long, for peace, joy and 'any' kind of life would do me,
 at this point of my life, I can not take anymore, seriously, lighten up on me!
I fear in new friends, how long..before you conclude they too will end
 You bless me with a loving husband, mother, father, niece
 
When.. do you think you might, 'let' me see them... this  is my plea
 returning me back into church, I am in need off being blessed
How 'come' you did take that away from me? 
 faith, in me stayed 'strong' you alone know the extent

I need to move 'now' I have stayed still, and achieved what I think I was to 
 poet, I assume that was 'my reason' why you kept here
With that now in full swing
 can you now spread my wings

You are 'overpowering' my soul, and I now do as I am told
  patience, never was my best strength, have I 'not' proved to you
I'm completely at your mercy, you are the entity that drives the heart of me
 with all that, I need a break between all these sorrowful times, 'may I now move'

This is the deepest of despair, I have ever endured, please see me through
 I am more than 'positive' I WILL NOT make it through, another emotional trial
Not to be left here, still bleeding the way I still am...
 darkness has taking more of my light I'm loosing all sight, of who is me...

My heart full of anguish and grief, depression takes her advantage, of the ease
 I have nothing worth finding joy or enlightenment anyway, she will have me...
I don't have any strength to even consider the thought of even trying this time
 in defending myself against her this time
She only win's by default...

Denise Hopkins


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodnight

Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme


Details | Lyric | |

In my corrupt stead

Draped from her body, they sparkle like gold. Tear soaked and smothered, in lies that she's told. She wears them ashamed, but she wears them with grace. To cover the pain, that is etched in her face. 
  It's her mark, it's her passion, her reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as pathetic can be. 
  For the last time I saw her, was the last place she laid. Where I held her so close, deep down in her grave. No more to be seen, no more to betray. Damned and unheard, while she cried out in vain. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted. 

Etched in his body, the scars will remain. Blood soaked in madness, he's nearly insane. He wears them in anger, but he wears them with pride. To expose to the world, all his hate that's inside. 
  It's his mark, it's his passion, his reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as cruel as can be. 
  But the last place I saw him, was the last time he raged. Where I beat him and broke him, deep down in his grave. No more to be seen, no more to be heard. Damned and destroyed, underneath all his dirt. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted.

Now sift through my ashes, gather up all my bones. Let him without sin, cast the first stone. Pile me up in a bucket, and leave me to stay. So I can face my creator, on my judgement day. 
 It's my life, it's my passion, it's what I believe. As misunderstood, as reckless can be. 
  For the last time you saw me, was the last time I prayed. Where I dug my own hole, and laid down in my grave. No more to be hated, no more to be feared. For in my corrupt stead, an angel appeared. 


Details | Free verse | |

Gene, Gene, the Singing Machine

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---


You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks 
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.  


Details | Free verse | |

A new Newtown

The innocent souls. The little angels flown away. The dedicated. Perished.  

Agonising. Touching. Demanding answers. A town held in the grip of
 unfathomable mourning. A world shell-shocked. What next?

Some serious soul-searching .A  real newness . Country. Community.
Newtown, there has to be new paradigm  shift.   There has to
be a new beginning . A dawn of non-violence. An end to a cycle
of mass shooting tragedies. A new chapter. A secure future.
 
The sights, the sounds, the terror, the grief. Should people live
in fear? Feel helpless , weightless and exposed? No. Innocent deaths 
of 28 people that touched the hearts of  many across the world
because  we are all the citizens of this world.  We therefore demand a 
world that is safe, habitable , just and peaceful.  A world in which the
sanctity of life is of paramount importance.  Let us contain the emotions
and find lasting solutions . 

Let us find solace in that it is possible to arrest the situation.  A newness 
of love, security and peace must be collectively and individually ushered in. 
Though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death you WILL not 
fear no evil. Death you have been defeated. 


To the parents, teachers, schoolchildren, the community, and the
country, the world mourns with you.  It shares your grief. Be strong. 
Be comforted.  Our  hearts are with you. We offer our  prayers.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a message in a bottle.
My words throttle in waves of desolate emotion.
As common at it may be,
the moral to the message at sea is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a baby walking without a waddle.
My words throttle in falls of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral of the waddling baby is "Chance".
To whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a sponsor less model.
My words throttle in bankrupts of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral to the model's degree is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
The chances of my letter reaching you are slim.
Because of my desolate emotions, I try any how.
As common as it may be,
It's by chance that one day you might hear me
Sincerely, To Whom it may concern


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


Details | Senryu | |

That Sucks

<                                     on your own death bed 
                                       you couldn't even admit ........
                                       that you were married














Entry For Paula Swenson's Contest 
Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right
G.L. All


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

<       Hands and feet nailed
         face so pale now
         tears hale down cheeks


Details | Elegy | |

Sweet Sorrow

I have hid mine heart,
Within a prison cell,
Dark and cold,
Whose key, only you hold.

I have buried mine memories,
Within the sands of time,
None is bare,
Those secrets, only you and I 
share.

From thenceforth do we part,
From light and into darkness 
do I tarry,
Into perdition,
E'en to the close of my time.

The memory of you, doth 
linger,
E'en as the flowers, sprout on 
graves,
And as the sun, doth shine,
E'en on the viper,

So I, e'en through the curse of 
time,
Tarry forth, 
E'en to the sunset of my life,
These memories, a constant 
companion.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A night to forget

She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Free verse | |

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


Details | Didactic | |

A Poem (Hebrews 13:5)

Anger consumed within me,

Rage passed continually by.

A mixture of blue and red,

Blinding the dim light inside me.

 

Once the light was like a flaming torch,

Such a torch that can be compared to the sun.

But even the sun rests, the flames can be vanquished

Only the night was witnessed until the morning dawned.

 

I was created to love you.

This was the only purpose,

But I chose to reject you.

How foolish of me to compose.

 

Given many chances to accept,

Welcome the love higher than my mother,

I was in an asylum locked by my choice.

"No more!" I uttered. 

 

A glowing door suddenly appeared,

"Who could it be?" I questioned.

It opened; a figure so bright glanced at the corner,

"My child, fear not," the figure mentioned.

 

I took his offering hand.

Richness of everlasting springs of water,

The right hand of infinite life.

We departed blissfully as He catered

 

"Do not sow any longer, for you are here with your Father,"    

I began to weep as a baby weeps for his mother.

"My child, for you were once lost but now have been found."

A final tear inching below, the Devil will no longer bother.


Details | I do not know? | |

the girl i never knew

we thought she had evrything she could wish for
because she never complained,  never wanted more
she was a girl with a great style
she was a girl with the beggest smile
we thought she had the perfect life
while she was busy cutting her wrists with a knife

she went to church every sunday
she celebrated every christian holiday
if you had problems she was there
everybody wanted to befriend her
we thought her life was filled with fun
until the day she ended it with a gun

this is a story of a girl we'll never get to know
a story of a love we can never have a chance to show
if only we hadn't been so blind
if only she had told us what was in her mind
but "if only" doesn't help, what a shame
now we realise we didn't even know her name


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | Rhyme | |

Forty Lost

Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 
 Copyright © 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Glimmers of hope

The candles we light in honor of your name
Reflect the brightness you gave to our lives
Burn away at the darker side surrounding
Giving way to freedom's path for your spirit
Helping bring healing to the hearts that miss you
Binding you in mind, faith and prayer
So your memory can live on and bring comfort
To those that walk in hope, with you beside them


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


Details | Rhyme | |

Bukowski

Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.

There seems a need at times to clarify, 
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.

No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool 
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’ 

But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.

Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”

Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right?  Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?

One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.

So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.

But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.

Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014

not so genius

 


Details | Lyric | |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


Details | Free verse | |

Sister: A Lament

For Maxine


Sister, was there forgiveness for she who bore you?
For us, your siblings and sometime charges?
For all who would not help, but hastened your demise?
The marble coldness of your corpse,
to my touch, is like an electric shock.
The limbs, the torso, with sudden strangeness,
now bear you slight resemblance.
You feared all pain, but died without complaint.
Who can fathom what you felt?
Was there a last, sharp stab?
A welcome to oblivion?
Or even an awareness of your loss?
Or was death no more spectacular
than a tire deflating, slowly,
quietly, unrecognized?
And was that the shame of it?
That your life ended, so early,
so silently, and death
was no extravaganza?


Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | Free verse | |

Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
granted,
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
pride
and show her the path that leads back to 
me.

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
songs,
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
melody.
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
beauty.
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.

-10/5/2013-


Details | I do not know? | |

CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


Details | I do not know? | |

Do not cry for me

Do not cry for me. 
My time on this earth is finished.
Do not mourn, 
Do not cry for me,
My wings await me.
You can feel me through a breeze.
You can hear me speak,
Just listen to the birds sing. 
I whisper back to you
through the trees. 
I touch you through a summer breeze.
Do not cry for me,  
I am at peace.
Have joy for me and no tears,
I am happy.
Do not cry for me, 
I am free.
Do not cry for me, 
I am a Angel,
God is with me.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Two seeds

Unimaginable product of two seeds of life.
An incredible fruit of destined sweethearts.
So blessed by the Creator to come to life.
Truly! I am a masterpiece of nature's art.

Fortunate I am to have the chance of a lifetime
to ever walk above the land of the living,
to have a room to behold the sky and the earth
after conceived for awhile in the womb 'till birth.

On the other hand...

Unfortunate for those young defenseless innocents
for they wasn't given a chance by their merciless parents.
These unborn we're unjustly deprived of life in the womb.
Limbo - could be their waiting cradle,straight into the tomb.

You shall not kill. A commandment that was violated.
Conscience, no escape, be prepared to be haunted.
Murder is a crime subjected to punishment.
Every man, think of the last end to face judgment.

Indeed, loss of the sense of sin is the sin of the century.
Prevailing not what ought to be, but 'twas immorality.
What happened to God-given man's rationality?
Seems polluted by worldly toxins, agree?


Details | Elegy | |

Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


Details | Acrostic | |

Grieving

“a journey we do not ask to take, 
but one that occurs with death”



Gone is your physical embodiment of life,

Remembering memories of our time together,

Inability to comprehend you’re not here,

Exploring my feelings, feeling your soul,

Very difficult journey to a new reality

Is not a problem to be fixed but an experience to live through.

Not forgotten but-

Gone forever


Written by Lee Ramage
September 7, 2011
For Constance LaFrance’s Contest
“Write it Deep and Dramatic, Please”
Won 6th Place


Details | ABC | |

In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


Details | Rhyme | |

A Ghost in the Night

There is this girl
she resides in my dreams
she is quite young
eight or nine it seems

i know not where she is from
nor why she appears
I know not what she wants
or why she is here

she scares me immensely 
for her face is scarred and twisted
she sits in the corner
wanting what? I must of missed it

she wears a little white dress
frilly and pressed
with long dark hair
messy and stressed

I sit frozen in horror
as she sobs in the corner
blood stained tears drop to the floor
i want to bolt for the door, I can't take anymore

I can not help.
I know not what to do
I sit frozen in shock 
right next to you

Our eyes meet, yours is a glare
I dare not move,for I am regretfully aware
she's just cold and lonely, a ghost in the night
wanting assurance, Everything will be alright






This is the first time I've written anything in a couple years. I love this site and the people that visit it. just wanted to do a little something with the upcoming holloween/day of the dead vibe to let everyone know I am in fact still here. this is something ive honestly dealt with and have had several nightmares about. Creepy stuff. Hope you enjoy!

MWP


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Free verse | |

STAINS OF BLOOD

STAINS OF BLOOD

I heard the cries from far away
The sounds of anguish all the way
The tears had flowed like Tsunami floods
A plague has led our land awry

Scenes of passionate rages reigned
Heartbreaks, shots of depression rained
Like an abattoir filled with bones and blood
Our lands became awash with blood

Heartless hands that maimed our men
Have struck our land with darts at will
With gruesome tact their tasks were done
The task to slay our men away

We saw our warriors staggered and fell
With bloodied limbs and heads and being
We saw our kindreds breathe their last
And could not awake to our calls and groans

Can you hear the helpless orphan’s howl
Their mothers struck with shock untold
As their losses, pains and grief unfold
Oh, who shall mend their hearts apiece!


  …Dedicated to the many lives who have been devoured by sectarian terrorist attacks in my nation… and beyond… 


Details | Free verse | |

Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...


Details | Rhyme | |

A Street in Ghaza

Lying in the rubble,
Watching only trouble, 
Yelling and crying; 
Is a young injured child, 
Having no relation living. 


He is afraid to see the planes 
Coming, firing and bombing, 
Making people lonely, 
Giving trouble only. 
Making children orphans. 
As for them, it is a fun. 


The young child is now alone. 
In another street, is the same scene 
Where some other child is alone. 
Whose everything is gone. 
All their innocence will be gone. 


Is it right to kill the innocence and the innocent. 
The child is wondering . 
So, am I. 
AND WHAT ABOUT YOU????


Details | Rhyme | |

A Dying Man In Somalia

The stick-like drying bones of my little children
Haunt the tom-tom pulse of my heart.
Their electric bulb-like eyes drawn out by starvation's brethren
Mock our nation badly torn apart


By hunger endorsed by pitiless drought
As hope melts in lightning speed, death record boards increase.
Why are we let to perish in this hell sprout
 As rain's fury accelerates in degrees?


These silently emitting screams of my dying kids
 Slowly kill me before my awaiting death.
Can I hold on with these lashes of starvation’s sticks
As prostration gently lures me to earth? 


These well nourished vultures above my thatch,
Posing with pride like kings in regalia
Hopefully await my remains as they perch.
 I am a dying man in Somalia.
                                         25/07/2011


Details | Blank verse | |

In Memory

The bells did toll for twenty six lives lost
On this twenty first day of December
Twenty six bell's toned, one for each soul
God shedding tears in the form of rain
Silence is observed to honor each one
Confuse, why did he take lives so young.    (The young man)




For Scat's contest, "In Memory of the 20 + 7


Details | Verse | |

His Gentleness

He gently creeps into her room
to rest tenderly near her side
 while thoughts of melancholy zoom
 in  of his once vibrant bride
she's been there for him
so many, many years
he sniffles~and tries to hide 
the sorrow and the tears
she has been injured and hurt
but has lost the fight
she will not make it through the night
she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day
he reaches to sniff her best skirt
holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume
he drags over to the vanity to spray
her familiar scent around the room
he cradles her head within his arm
then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear, 
"Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear"
He provides her warmth by stroking her hair
he wants to capture this image of her there
he wants this moment painted on the wall
so that he can always,always recall
how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere.

Copyright McCuen 2009


Details | Personification | |

Sorrow

Sorrow

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

An American Hero


                          for fallen soldiers

I watched the bad news on TV again...
A young soldier came home in a coffin.

He is someone's Son, Daughter, Grandson, Granddaughter,
Brother, Sister, Friend, Husband, Wife, Father or Mother:

        who will never smile and hug his parents,
        who will never love and kiss his spouse,
        who will never enjoy and play with his kids,
        who will never laugh and talk with his friends,
        who will never wear his military uniform,
        who will never, ever be again around us...

He, who gave his life, is an American Hero:
an American Son or American Daughter. 

We will remember You, Soldier.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sad hospital halls

Sad haunting cries echo 
down the hospitals faded halls
over and over in my mind
i remember them all

given the saddened news 
that their loved ones were gone
unknowing that last night 
i sat with them all night long

i softly massaged their bodies
with lotion to ease the pain
i combed their hair 
brushed their teeth
prayed with them or sang

most of them could not answer me
but I could see comfort 
in their fading eyes
when I was done with other duties
i would hurry back to their bedside

for I would not want to be alone
as I take my final breath
loved them as if they were family
treated them with nothing but respect

as they exhaled for the final time
I gently closed their eyes
making them look 
as peaceful as I could
for family's arrival upon sunrise

i tidied up the room 
making sure plenty of tissues were there
i tried my best for each family
to bring in enough chairs

i wiped the tears from my eyes 
before I went out into the hall
sometimes I couldn't help it
and a few would tend to fall

as I walked out of the hospital
deep in thought even as I drove home
hope some peace was brought to you
when I worked 
they did not go alone


Details | Epitaph | |

We Grieve

You left behind a sadness
That will never go away
So many hearts are broken
Their pain is here to stay
The sun will go on shining
The sky will still be blue
The world will go on living
But still we grieve for you
You touched so many hearts
You were so many peoples friend
Now all we have are memories
Since your life came to its end
In you was something special
Your personality shone through
You’ll never be forgotten
As still we grieve for you
Time stands still for no one
But how do we move on
How do we survive in life
Still loving what is gone
Although through life some friendships fade
And others start anew
Yours will be remembered
Because we’ll always grieve for you...


For Darren, my friend...


By Raina Hutchins



Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

Achilles' heel 
You’re another day older
The world’s much colder
She…

It’s not your fault
They were taken 
Don’t blame yourself 
for God’s mistake
Is…

Her beauty reflects your own
Her life reflects your future
Chasing rabbits will get you there faster
Loss of faith will bring you there faster
Watching…

The ball drops
It’s clever to see
What happens to us
And here we are
Waiting…

Yes, 
Take the evil out of this
You’re stronger
She’s stronger and always,
Loving…


Details | Rhyme | |

Oku Sunkun Oku

In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
_______________________________________

WE MOURN OURSELVES

With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same

Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home

You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind

This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind

Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more 
Left with you are your deeds in that new home

Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name 

________________________________________
   
I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


Details | Haiku | |

Fire

Destroys the Darkness, Shining brightly like the Sun. Burning, destruction.


Details | Sonnet | |

SCIATICA - your best friend

    SCIATICA
You'll doubtless think my mind is fooling me,
or all my hurting's only in my head,
but pain is what brings on my misery
and makes my heart to wish that I was dead

and though my case is weak for proving it,
my lumbar's slipped a disk--and out of whack,
because of this my life has turned to shit,
and how I am, depends on how's my back.

My wish is you would have for just one day
sciatica I bear--so you could feel
in spite of what the skeptics have to say
my pain's excruciating--and is real.

   If you could stand a while here in my shoes
   the pain you'd feel would make you moan the blues.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa
for Facebook, Well this is a pretty picture of a storm coming
on Fort Knox, with me cut and pasted onto to
photo I took last week...


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart-Shaped Razorblade

i live no more, out of the veins, and onto the floor, 
blood drains from me, from this life, 
my life i shell live no more.

deepest cuts with a dull razorblade, 
the blissful sight of the redness in which i lay, 
the smell of the unpurity, and frightened souls, 
the darkness in which falls over me, 
my life i shell live no more.

consistant with the thoughts, the thoughts that ponder me, 
the sick little twisted games that you played, 
so sick in tired, life is un-inspired, 
lost hope in a world, life is no longer a desire, 
in this life i dont want to live no more.

the dignity in which i lost , in which you took from me , 
at my verginity it cost, ravaged you were like a caged animal let loose, 
into a society that excepted you, 
but as a scared little girl you took with out fear, 
the only thing that i had to hold dear, 
now i take this life of mine in which i let it free,
and grab the razor blad that will become the death of me, 
in this life i dont want to live no more.

inocence you took from me, the moment your hands were placed upon me, 
the look in your eyes when you grabbed me, and the pain you forced on me, 
with a grin on your face, and the laugh in your throat, 
i screamed out in pain, and i know i said NO, 
i fought to servive, i fought to be let free, 
but all you wanted was your way with me, 
in this life i dont want to live no more.

sweet blissfulness, and control, while i hold the razor that cuts my wrist, 
lets the demons free to roam at peace, a peace with out me, 
addolsent fear caught up with me, 
the games are over, now im free from the life that you took from me, 
my life that i live no more. 


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


Details | Etheree | |

Daddy Dearest

dear
daddy
even though
your gone from here
I shall remember
father's day has always
been your favorite time so
today I come and placed a rose
at the foot of your grave- sites bedding
and I even placed one for mama too






In Loving Memory


Daddy 1925-1981
Mama  1934-2005

        {RIP}


Details | Ballad | |

The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


Details | Free verse | |

Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


Details | Free verse | |

Beslan- Russia 2004

Under a free sky, today
on a beach in Australia
I gathered from the white sand beach
ancient, sea- worn shells.
Another world away they gathered up
the siege-worn bodies of their children

As I rinsed my weathered treasures
in crsytal blue ocean waves; they were burying their innocents,
lowering them into early graves

All around me freedom shimmered
while they, grief stricken, had helpless tears
that shone on white, shocked cheeks
I felt the sun, warm on my skin
while they felt the deep chill of evil mocking them

I think I know how precious freedom is
They are sure of it, as they bury their dreams
 with children they would have died for
In the face of such callous cruelty
we feel just as helpless 
Gulls hover above me like thoughts
They go out to them - on freedom's wings

 Suzanne Delaney


Details | Haiku | |

Lace

                                                


white laced cotton lay
over the hard open ground
grandma's cup missing


Details | Tanka | |

Love You

total enchantment
the time I shared here with you
long past the times, few
 
sometimes I feel the cancer  
is in us both not just you


Details | Prose Poetry | |

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life, 
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this

germinate in me a corn
of survival 
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live

for this life 
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities

a tear drop of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities

lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life 
a terrain of survival and life

a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny

an artwork of joy

a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any

opn08022012/0106

from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', 
february 2012 

>> ntema's unique poetry (nup) 
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/


Details | Rhyme | |

Count Your Blessings

What went wrong? Why did life runaway?
I was only a kid. Why did I have to pay?
I know I wasn't perfect. Not always a nice guy.
But, others are worse and they seem to get by.
I live life slow, now, can't seem to get back in paise.
Like life's a big compitision and I'm last in the race.
I got in a car wreck, that messed me up bad.
But, I could end my depression by counting what I still had.
I couldn't talk to communicate, but atleast I could still write.
Couldn't walk either, but won that in a fight.
Lost alot of friends that were close to me too.
Now, I see who was false, and the ones that were true.
My body was still intact and at least I could see.
Saw and heard many people, alot worse off then me.
One thought in my head that made me wanna prance.
I must be special. God gave me another chance.


Details | I do not know? | |

Asking for a name list

To cry I’ll be able to make
How many people
After my death?
Who are they?
What are they of mine today?
Did I love them?
Did I do for them?
Why they would cry?
Did I cry?
For why? For whom?
Yes, I’m dying soon.

_______________________


May 3, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Rhyme | |

Innocence Over Ignorance

Look at the faces of our victims in schools
To do nothing now ensures that we are fools
We justify the right to defend our freedoms
But not with expenses paid by innocent ones
Let this be an hour to reach out your hands
Listen to far cries of the neediest demands
Put down any notion of life without burdens
Lift someone else up to spread inspirations
Be present in the most important situations
The gift of life is universal preservations
Demands can be met with community solutions
Aiding those lost in their lonely delusions


Details | Couplet | |

Friends

Friends


When we come to a meeting
We are welcomed with a warm greeting

We come together because of a loss and pain
At our meetings, always something to gain 

We try to help a friend
With hope and talks right to the end

This is a place you may see tears
We all have those fears

Where here to help our heart and our mind
All the people here are so kind

We talk about our loves, the good and bad
Sometimes we may get very sad

We listen to what someone would say
Someone may cry and that’s okay 

One of our own had started a group, BSG
Bereavement Social Group come and see

Life is to live and then we die
It’s those in betweens that can make us cry



Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


Details | Cowboy | |

guitar band dementia

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
his long languid lens 
has suffered in silence, 
an impotent shard of 
quixotic resistance, 
for his vision won’t 
focus on faecal injustice, 

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
mascots, despots, 
or other devices,
just won’t solve the problem,
or even negate, 
this delicate time 
in his delicate state,

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
Osiris, Anubis, Oasis and Isis, 
have all shed the skin of 
guitar band dementia, 
wheeling out wisdom 
for the fear of inertia,
camera three is having 
an existential crisis…


Details | I do not know? | |

Paranoia

Underneath my fingerprints of sorrow, Between his determined and swift disclosure, Few are spiteful for the sake of compassion. Wide-eyed noise pierces the remarkable silence While everyone around breathes a tender apology, As he lies, slumbering tranquilly.


Details | ABC | |

Sandy Hook Elementary

Ploop Plop
I flopped down onto the black leather coach
Wee Snaw 
I inhaled deeply
Slowly i twisted my head to the right
The AT&T remote control lay blocked
Umph
An attempt to get the remote; I succeded
Click Click Click
I changed the channel
"A shooting at Sandy Hook" the weatherman said
"Elementary students 6-7 shot, gone, and dead"
Utter shock filled  my mind
Slowly I pressed rewind
"6-7 shot, gone, and dead"
The newsman repeated
Again and again I began to lose control
Instantly I'd felt panic
My child, I thought
I grabbed my keys and began to run towards my car
Ring, ring, ring it rang several times
I stopped
"Answer the phone" I thought
Chink, I answered
"Susan"
"yes" I replied.
"She's gone."


Details | Haiku | |

Hank's Grave

Forget-me-nots bloom
My darling's epitaph reads
Do you hear the whippoorwill


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Death of Laci Rocha-Peterson

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


Details | Rhyme | |

For Michael and His Joey

Michael... Truly, deeply, believe with all of your heart Joey is with you; around you, since you've been apart Feel the cool breeze which lightly brushes your face? She just landed a soft kiss where your fingers trace! When she fills random thoughts, she speaks to you So lean in closer; hear her whisper, ‘I love you Michael! I still do'! She now is out of optic view, yet, so alive in the spirit realm! In some other time and place you will be together then The spiritual veil will be lifted which now covers your eyes And eternal peace you both will find beyond God’s blue skies! ~**~
Note: For Michael and his beautiful, Joey (R.I.P.) 2010


Details | Blank verse | |

As The Other Me Takes Over

Society is a reason that has just ran cold,
Like the tempature I'm feeling never seems to get ahold,
The sadness lingers over and the beauty starts to fade,
When I saw all the negative on the news today,
The darkness that is surrounding me has found a new home,
Deep inside my brain it swells trying to kill the bold,
The new found confidence I had seems to have been old,
Like the old man with the cancer that has just got told,
I know he's still with me in my heart and in my soul,
but I just can't stand what this new year has to hold,
Will it be good for me, will I see, 
All the positive, when will the demons stop to breathe?
There like vultures in my body, I can feel them feed,
All this happiness that I held, were they just a dream?
I've found a medicene that will kill the pain, of the hurt I share,
Your pain it scars me like a knife cutting threw the care,
The worry of this generation is not what it should be,
But I was left with a gift, I'm lucky too be me.
Can I be the light, In the darkness?
Can I bare the stake running threw your lungs,
Can I be the air that you breathe when the whole worlds died,
Can I be the tears in the midst of happiness you cried?
 
Please love me now and in return I'll make your life worth while,
and you won't know what is hurt, I'll heal your wounds and take you from your life,
Give you a new start and I'll set things right,
I see the innocense in a noose every single night,
I wish I could pick them off the rope so high,
What would drive them too that point,
I regret the days I spent,
Being so unhappy in the life I live,
I'm trying to be proud in a world where it's scarase,
Where children have no parents,
Where the government is only but single Tyrants,
So make my job easy and give me the knife,
That will kill these lunatics that crave the night,
That don't do whats right,
I will train in the darkness where I'm the only light,
I will rid the world of there parrell and strife.
Please god just save me tonight.


Details | Rhyme | |

Her last breath

fallin into dark disper, screaming and crying why dosent anyone care,
she can feel the knife running deep in her arms, drops of warm blood soon to become bruises and scares,
she has crys everynight by feeling so alone, while her mom drinks it up she is home alone,
Shes had it she done ! she has no hope not even none..she opens the door and runs out the house, whereing nothing only her shorts and a easly see threw blouse,
she heads to the store grabbing tons of pills, then running past her house jugging up a step looking hill..
shes knows what she has to do,
she grabs a handful of pills and swollows them in her mouth, her eyes start geting blury trying take one more glance upon her house, 
She falls to the ground no more weeping no more sorrow, thats it its final its finally over now---Larissa Summitt


Details | Rhyme | |

Letters to my dad

How about them times! Some of them seem so goofy now, But what fun it was. How we laughed an laughed. What’s missing now Is your face I was your ace. Not a foot print I wouldn’t trace. Always wanted to be in your good grace. Never to act in hast. He would of never made it his place, To judge you; Is a lack of conversational taste. The fact that I adore you is but one of my truths. The way you shaped my views Puts others to waste. They have no clue to what the world holds outside of there face. I can help, But I’m not the man you where Dad. Sometimes I get so sad. And for real even mad. The world took the best person I ever had.


Details | Free verse | |

Life Kills

If life be a mirror, then she is broken
And slit are my wrist by the shards of injustice
That tempted me into suicide of the soul
Guilty is my flesh to bare such sin
I breath pain..
Pushed off the edge of my deepest desire
I fall head first into an unforgiving grave
Where lay..
Counting my regrets as I sink into a timeless ebisk of pity
I'm a prisoner to my own cataclysms
Wasted was my life
And meaningless be death
But to spar me the torture of the present day


Details | Free verse | |

Blind Ambitions

Ambition is to fight to become as our dreams demand, 
Always something different, always something else.
To lose what we are… to become what will be…
To fight the world for recognition… endlessly and constantly.

It’s something never truly or totally achieved.
It’s really an image we want others to believe.
We leave everything and one behind for an empty dream…
It empties our soul to the important things in life…
Till no one is left except our wayward and empty hearts
Alone, we strive so that we can now find something to believe
Then the hole it has made demands that it must be filled.
So our self-image and loneliness make us dig harder still.
Then the stark reality of the emptiness works on our souls
And we try to forget it with drugs, parties, fake friends, and alcohol. 
Now forever we will wish to fill where before we were full
Why couldn’t we see we once had every thing?
Ambition is a blinding and a lonely making thing.
The richness of life is stolen to fulfill the dream…
And then only hangers-on come…who wish to steal your dream
Excess and wild living will never fill the void…
Only seal the end of our dreams, lost forever more…

Dedicated to all the ambitious and famous people who died early due to 
excesses of drugs and alcohol.


Details | ABC | |

Midnight Skies

Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

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


Details | Rhyme | |

BRUCE KEVIN

MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE

HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR 
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE

HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO

HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT HAD LOST HIS WAY
WHAT A SHAME HE HAD SO MUCH PAIN

REMEMBERING BRUCE WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP
HIS HEART WAS GOOD AND HE HAD SO MUCH

A HOME, A CAR AND PARENTS WHO CARED

BUT THE DRUGS WON HIM OVER, HIS POOR SOUL IN NEED

HE DID TAKE MONEY AND STOLE THINGS, FROM THE FAMILY MY
DAD OH WHAT A MESS IT WAS TO HAVE BEEN FOR HIM 

HE DIED ON MEMORIAL DAY 2003, LET US REMEMBER THAT OTHERS 
ARE AT RISK AND I WAS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRUCE LIKE HE WANTED
TO INSTRUCT OTHERS TO BE OFF THIS HORRIBLE TRAIN
THE TRAIN THAT LED HIM TO SELF DESTRUCT, 

BUT THE WONDERFUL 
THING ABOUT MY BROTHER BRUCE
HIS KIND HEART AND SOUL WAS THE THING HE TRULY HAD THE MOST OF

WHAT A WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING WHO KNEW, THE HEARTACHE AND PAIN OF THE
DRUG CALLED HEROIN


Details | Bio | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sympathy for the Devil- Based on William Butler Yeat's The Second Coming

Burning and burning in the widening grave. 
My hero ends cannot hear the hero;
Foes fall and get pulled apart, this card is centered in my fold. 

Named anarchist, as released upon the world. 
This was before blood-dimmed for every vessel, and everywhere.  
Before heaven's ceremony of innocence made my last breath drown; 

The best lacked all conviction, while the worst still stood passionate, vigilante. While god's fire intensity came crashing to the ground.  

Surely some salvation is in his hand. Surely the second coming is at hand. A second apology! Sharply these words are screamed even from my teeth.  
A demon image, my spiritus mundis is cast.  

Suddenly, my sight is bleak, and my brothers and the many others vanished somewhere in sands of the desert.  

Not a  cloud, nor sound, no bodies here in this place for me. No more man, no more woman. All set a blaze as I stand and gaze, blank and pitiless as the sun. 

Only pain and isolation, angry and animosity.  I feel this as their moving slowly down my legs and thighs.  

Brother, love your real shadows. As loyal as they are, you've shown that loyalty doesn't matter. But still I'll love you in spite of them. 

But their darkness steadily drops again. Even through twenty centuries of stony sleep, I hear your insects buzzing with sin. They are vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and awaken I am, your rough beast, your fallen brother.  

My hour come round at last.  
Slouching I am towards the shores of Bethlehem to be once born again.


Details | Rhyme | |

Strange

You say I am weird

Dressing in black and crazy colors

My hair is colored differently

And styled crazy

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

The people I hang out with

Very very diffrent

People with tons of piercings

And guys with long hair

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

Always alone

Keeping to myself

not talking to many people

But I listen to what they say

You look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 

You look at me

and judge

calling me names

Emo/goth/cutter

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

You think I hate life

You think I am depressed

You think I cut

You think I will commit sucide

You look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 

You wanna help

Try to talk to me

But you can't

Your afraid of judgement

You just look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

But what if it was true

What is I was derpressed...hated life

What if I commited suicide

Would you help or

Just look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Sweet Lorrayne { Rondel}

<                                          Sweet sweet Lorrayne
                                            No voice to speak
                                            Smile always peaked
                                            Just wanted to end her pain

                                         
                                            Known to one and all
                                            Cookies cakes she loved to bake
                                            Orders were never to small
                                            Family tradition she wanted to make


                                            Meds and revival she wanted nil
                                            Family and friends held her hand
                                            Assured she would wake in the promise land
                                            Lit a candle and placed it next to cross in window sill
                                            Oh ye hearts tears did over ~ flow and fill
                                     

                                  


Details | Pantoum | |

they helped to look for little Caylee

they helped to look for little Caylee,
in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches
endless days and nights, thousands searched
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air

in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches,
they tirelessly looked for signs of her--
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air;
hoping she had survived any danger

they tirelessly looked for signs of her,
while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
hoping she had survived any danger--
until her mother confessed she had drown

while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
endless days and nights, thousands searched;
until her mother confessed she had drown,
they helped to look for little Caylee


*FOR Pantoum CONTEST


Details | ABC | |

Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


Details | Free verse | |

Bloody Flower

You guide all when time ends,
Taking our sorrow into yours.
Chained in thorns,
You’re forced to strike.
Bloody little flower,
Cloaked in a dark cape,
You pull us into the darkness eternal.
Drown us in your tears,
Shed for deeds left undone,
Anger of injustice,
Sadness of lost love,
And the regrets of times long gone.
How I pity you Bloody flower,
As you’re forced to strike,
A slave of life,
You take care of its mess.
How small you are under that cape,
retched with darkness eternal.
How did you come to such a place,
Clothed in a dress of blood?
Bloody Flower,
You have seen our regrets,
 the wars we’ve chosen,
and the sins we no longer care to hide.
How innocent you really are,
As you pull back your arm to strike,
Chained by thorns,
You weep for me.
Drown me in your tears,
Guide me,
Take me deep inside your cape,
Into a darkness eternal.


Details | Free verse | |

Snug

I saw my wife tonight
She was on my brother
with the words...no... letters...
abbreviation of some college
plastered on him
she kept him warm
like she did with me
hugging the curves of his
body
he held her closely
appreciative
her softness unspeakable
caressing him
He smiles 
looking at me 
breathing her into him
as I did her
"Thanks bro..."
I smiled back
Admiring her on him
"No problem...it's cold out"


Author's Note...inspired by a scene in a movie


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Rhyme | |

A Brave Soldier

In his heart he holds courage, 
In his hands he holds our lives. 
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the the front lines. 
He is weaken by all the death, 
He is haunted by there souls. 
For he knows in this battle, hatred rules one's goal. 
He does not fight for hatred, 
He fights for there lives instead. 
Cause he knows hatred has no value, when so many are dead. 

As he lays in death, knowing it will come, 
He glances at the sky and makes peace with all he's done. 
For on the battlefield, life is as precious as gold. 
And one must always choose should it be friend or foe? 
He closes his eyes and hopes in his death no more victims will fall. 
But, in his heart he knows his country one day will call. 
For A Brave Soldier to take the front line and give there his life as he, 
He just hopes all are content knowing A Brave Soldier he will always be. 





Details | Lyric | |

Heaven Awaits

Blurred in the distance, nothing
But fog and sky surround me
A stretched, straight road, all alone I am
Carrying my blooded carcass, forward
With nowhere but ahead to go, I
Wait for my calling to the gates
With all my anguish gone
Where I stride now is limbo
Lost in oblivion I am trapped
Between the start and the end
No light is ahead of me, and
The light above is faded, and I
Am alone in an empty world
On a stretched, straight, dark road


Details | Blank verse | |

What Does Over Mean

Over can mean so many different things
like something is done
breaking up
even death


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Goodbye

I knew I wanted you before you were born.
Then you were here.
I have had so many fears.
Without you and your love my heart is torn.
My heart remains empty and worn.
I cannot fight these tears.
I couldn't slow down the years.
My heart will forever mourn.
However, we grew older.
How can I learn to live without you?
I want nothing more than to die.
Your body is growing colder.
What am I to do?
Goodbye, Goodbye.


Details | Free verse | |

Touching the Pain

Feeling Nothing

I am the girl whose brother died.
It is how they introduce me now.
It is the conversation they have in the next room…
a tragedy, so awful, how horrible.
The poor children, how are they?
Oh, too terrible, so awful.

And then me, an unexpected encounter,
Apologies pour from them and I have no umbrella, 
Forgot my plastic boots, there was no time to shop. 

But I have been manufactured, used, discarded.
I am in the landfill of loss.
My whiteness corroded by the filth which surrounds me,
Broken into pieces that can be shifted by the earth,
Pushed away and pulled by birds until there is simply, nothing.

So sorry, so sorry, and a nod.
Some reach out to touch me,
wonder if they can feel the nothing. 


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


Details | Personification | |

Being A Ghost

There is something
Sad about ghost
Who have not yet
Found their way
     ------
Tomorrow is our future
          For them
Just another day
          -----
They bring that prospect
Closely to mind
I pity the ghost
A projection from life
That live's threw time
           -----
I pity the ghost
For the role they played
And yet and still
I am not afraid
             -----
I pity the ghost
Who have no space
For the tragedy that
They've had to face
They should be revered
And respected
And not to be the subjected
To some kind of ghost chase
Fore they were once people
Who have lost their place
           -----
They are the true figment
Of the people who have died
And for whom so many have cried
Most of them were subjects
Their salvation denied
Fore some-how they
Were left so un-alive
             -----
Left to survive in spirit only
Maybe that is why
Some of them seem so lonely
There is a reason why
They shouldn't be treated that way
Fore what they need
Is for some-one just to pray
           -----
They have so many questions'
And emotions that which they
So prominently display
Only if they could some-how
Reconcile their spirit's that way
Then may-be somehow maybe
They will just go away
           -----
To say the least
They will be not reason
For them to go astray

              GF


Details | Rhyme | |

from chaos emerges grace

And down came the rain
in senseless disarray
     chaotic runnels twisting
in sullen contentious gray

tides high in tempest
pounding pounding
     wrathful turbulence churning
stinging riptide biting

then came the winds
bending trees to splinter backs
      calling forth a hundred thousand souls
howling from disconsolate depths

for three days the torment spent.

On the last, a single shaft of brilliance
lit on the land, converged upon the sea
      reflected back from one hundred thousand souls
and brought our poet home.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Street in Ghaza

 Lying in the rubble, 
Watching only trouble, 
Yelling and crying; 
Is a young injured child, 
Having no relation living. 


He is afraid to see the planes 
Coming, firing and bombing, 
Making people lonely, 
Giving trouble only. 
Making children orphans. 
As for them, it is a fun. 


The young child is now alone. 
In another street, is the same scene 
Where some other child is alone. 
Whose everything is gone. 
All their innocence will be gone. 


Is it right to kill the innocence and the innocent. 
The child is wondering . 
So, am I. 
AND WHAT ABOUT YOU???? 


Details | Free verse | |

Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.


Details | Rhyme | |

lets just walk away.....for now, that is... the war is still on buddy.

ok.... let me cool down. lets use some logic
lets not make this truly manic
i dont want to fight
no, not tonight. 
lets save it for next week
if a war is what you seek
you know me too well, too much
you know that i have such
a fiery persona
that i burn like the Corona*
that no matter what, 
i can take what you say and make that
sound like your one of those jerks
yea, thats one of my many perks
that you tried to slam
and you say your a man
you are the little boy
that lost his best toy
and does not even know it
that i wont take your sht
and that your new girl wont either
maybe i should tell her what you said to me, she wont like you either
i could find her on facebook. i saw her page
she looks kinda young, you sure she's your age?
i dont know, im just so tired of all your sht
i really cant stand it
i cant stand you 
i thought this would never occure, but what should i do?
should i just take your sht and say it makes you a jerk all the more
i was fine until you called me a whore
then i got pissed
that you would say that to the girl you kissed
that you loved and lied to
i didnt do that to you
i said i did, to make you hurt like i do
but i did not, i loved you through n' through. 
you make a fool of me
so now what and see
what i will do  to you
the next time i see you
i will truly slam you, face to face
in this place
with in this space
im not ms.Friendly, i can make you cry
and no, i did not feed you a lie
but i wont get into that
you selfish little arse of a slimey rat
no, i wont
my respect for myself told me "dont, 
he does not deserve your time, leave it be"
so that is what i will do, until you slam me
then the storm will come
and you wont know, unlike some
so prepare yourself
cause i will make you try to disembowl yourself and put your spine on a shelf
oh wait, you dont even have one, never mind. 
i will just leave you behind
im a new woman now
so right now
i will be the bigger person and leave


(Corona is latin for "the sun")
hope this is the poem you recieve
on your deaht bed, tight before you die, you will know what you did
who your hurt and what you said.
Good Bye Ryan Dimaio. 
Good bye.


Details | Classicism | |

twenty four hours O'raisin deter-:

Senseless sensibility, 
they eolith dualist monopolies all too sudden… 
a true contradition; sentries of, 
as already sated… 
senseless sensibility… municipally… 
you-will-seize… day after deign… 
night after umberellian echoes… 
aversely cyclic… 
for if the wakean lent voice o’er hop itself, 
dost veer cane tray nether realm as well? 
Neigh… endomorphic; anthropaedophilic lust… 
steadily endures romantic inflammations… 
a rash once fought… 
until the moral ambiguity slides back 
unto tenuous tense and marathon… 
as if the end was already soon, or had passed…? 
For that as it seems is all too rhetorical in rhetoric, 
and misconstrued by puncture floundered fallacappy… 
gently top-plead due to intrinsartistic licensing… 
twenty four hour raffles, tambala sable… 
twenty four hours O’raisin deter…:


Details | Free verse | |

The Lords people in a Corrupt World

I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right. 
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces. 

So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?! 

It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do. 

Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.

GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . .  We’ll fight until we die!

Amen 


Details | Lyric | |

Suffering Is The Same As Living

Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don’t worry I’ll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me
**Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

She was just 8 years old
With freckles on her face
She was a little tom boy
Playing miles from the U.S base

Her name was parwana
 Means butterfly in afghan
She was like a little princess
Born in a cruel land

She was with other children
Just playing under the skies
But they look like terrorist
to a  robotic drone as it flies

So they all were killed
With bombs falling from the skies
Then Washington says on TV
It’s a mistake we apologize

We apologize for your lost?
How will that ease the pain?
Of the parents not seeing
Their little love ones again

Her mother cries oh god
Why don’t you kill me instead?
How can I live now? 
That my little butterfly is dead

These are our children
Not a horse or a cow
Go look your self in the mirror
Who are the terrorist now?

 The British prime minster
Says the terrorist will be beat
From his press conference
From NUMBER 10 Downing Street

The white house says
There will causalities of wars
While all the war mongers
Are safe behind their doors

Her father mourns her death
Till his cant live no more
So he drove a car with bombs
Thru the green zone door

There are good and evil
And we know what evil do
But when the good do the same
Then who is better than who

The lives of the innocent
Are being taken by both sides
And today there was a butterfly
Who will no longer flies?


Details | Free verse | |

Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.



Details | Haiku | |

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All


Details | Free verse | |

Empty

If you had it your way I’d have a ventriloquist mind.
Everything would be perfect and I’d be so on time.
You have tricks up your sleeves, but I would be blind.
The memories have disappeared and you’d be so kind.
We would travel the world in blissful sin.
You’d shower me with empty compliments that shine
Like diamonds and jade. 
And I’d think that thinking would ruin our home.
So I’d move with the light and the sound, hand in hand while
You’d be the man. 
Huffing and puffing about all of your fame, and me,
Your girl, I’d never recognize your game. 
And you’d win.
My soul would end and we’d form into one,
Blind to misery and in fear of the gun.
Breathing would stop and I’d look around in search
Of a past nowhere to be found.
trapped in a life I never chose,
Unfamiliar faces and you staged in a pose.
Your ego larger than the box in which I’m enclosed.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soldiers Salute

Bombs keep on falling
Bullets keep flying
No matter how brave
Our soldiers are dying

Held in their trenches
Under the rain
With photos of families
Mixed memories and pain

Marching through fields
Thinking of home
And if there'll ever be peace
On our troublesome dome

Beyond the horizon
They hope for the door
To enter their home
And behind leave the war

Wives all indoors
Thinking the worst
Individually hoping
Not to be cursed

Hoping for peace
Through the flight of a dove
Praying to God
The safe return of their love

One minute of silence
Is what they may say
Though it seems not enough
For the price they do pay

Love, Thanks and Respect
Seems the only way
To salute our brave soldiers
On their remembrance day.


Details | Cowboy | |

Facing the Change

I wake-up missing you
Last 10-10-07 feels like a dream
But it is so true
I cry until i cant cry anymore
Daddy God has finally open His door
We had you 
But we had to let you go
No more pain
No more sorrow
Oneday we will learn to understand 
You completed your journey
A boy to a man
A wife and a family
finally you can sleep
im still crying out but i know your soul is at peace.


Details | Blank verse | |

Alone With No Sense Of Direction

I am a lost person, but I am not alone.
I make choices in my life and I choose to let go.
I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes,
The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow.
The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad.
I have some regrets, some I can't forget,
but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins?
I'll give it my all, and pray I win.
I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key,
never let anyone inside, so I can remain free.
Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead,
The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read,
by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death,
I hope this will heal me, burning the past, 
The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts.
I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes, 
and guide me too the light instead of lies.
I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are,
because I need compassion, not just a broken heart.
I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part.
Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.


Details | Elegy | |

Reset

Don't be afraid to go back in time and see the life you lived. 
Artificial smiles in a world stained with pain. 
People you trusted, you deemed as your friends. 
Only later they were icing on a cake. No one's understood you.
A book by its cover, they threw you away. 
Your heart's vulnerable, breaking to pieces day-after-day. 
Don't give up. It's not the end.
If everyone's turned their backs on you, know I'll be always there for you 'till the end.
Like shadows that never fade, it's inevitable for your angel not to walk away. 
So don't look down in tears. Just take my hand and I'll kill away the pain.  
I'll do all that I can to help you shine bright once again. 
Through death and hell, I'll forever be your friend. 
On a bed of nails, we won't turn pale. 
Don't give up. It's not the end. 
When everyone's turned their backs on you, 
know I'll be always there for you even after my end. 
Six feet under, my heart won't mend. 
Everything that has an ending has a beginning in the end. 
It's not the other way around. 
So turn around, my dear, 'cause it's time to leave our mark.  
It's the series finale of what had been. 
Two will become One. 
One will leave a legacy for the world to learn its inconsistencies. 
Let's hit the reset and see the bliss tonight. 
Because the end is not the end.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Pain in the End

Drowning in your tears
From all the wasted years
When you opened up your mind
To see what you could find
But ended up getting lost
And collapsing from exhaust
Never healing the pain
Eventually going insane
Learning the truth never fails
When there is a fork on the trail
Looking to the bright side of things
And everything that life brings
Kicking you to the ground
The feeling that is renowned
Failing to take control
Not knowing your own soul
Losing ones identity 
Wishing for serenity
Losing faith, losing hope
Feeling like there is no way to cope
with the pain, and the hurt
So low you feel like dirt
Craving for that peace of mind
For someone to please be kind
Give in, be free
Just like that famous decree
There is no way to fully understand
What God has eternally planned
For all of humanity
Living with vanity
Roaming forever to wonder
What is left for us down under
Before the heavens open wide
The day that everyone dies


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Soldier

They sent him to serve without regarding his life
Voting for redemption instead of his kid and wife
He treads within mazes and shadows of a lost city
Those willing to die to save their family dignity
Fighting back against hateful ignorances believed
What anyone will gain is only how it is perceived


Details | List | |

Go Away Baby

One night long ago
I felt as though
You were nothing to me
everybody tried to make me see
I went to a clinic
Where they took you away
Gone forever
You didn't have a chance to pray
I didn't know you
You were to young
You could have lived
You could have clung
You had two feet
And ten tiny toes
You could see 
Until the harsh blows
You're dead now
I chose the wrong way
I made a mistake 
And you had to pay!


Details | I do not know? | |

For My loved Ones (When I am gone)

My days are growing shorter,
But I live with joy; not fear.
For I know where I’m going
When my time has run out here.
Each day we live is special
Thanks to all of those we love.
Each memory you have given me
Is a blessing from above.
I know that you’ll cry for me
And that breaks my heart to say.
The last thing that I wanted
Was to leave you hurt this way.
Be patient, please, my loved ones,
For the day will some day come,
Where we’ll live together once again
In the Lord’s precious kingdom.
You may sometimes be lonely,
And the nights, they may be long,
But the best way you can honor me
Is to have faith and be strong.
You’ll move on with your new life
And someday love again.
And I wish the best in all you do,
A new beginning, not the end.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bittersweet Wisdom

Death, in its unhurried wisdom,
ends all doubt and sorrow.
It is a lasting remedy for all
Illness, insecurity, and loneliness;
The finality of it ends all pain with
a sweetness not otherwise known.
Its sweetness is known only by those,
who in their passing have smelled its fragrance.
The pain of those left behind has a
fragrance all its own, a bittersweet
emanation that assails the senses with
its pungency. The strength of the void,
left by the passing of one loved,
seems endless. Time and faith,
working in unison, will lessen the
strength and fill the void.


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible Chains


When you think your alone I’m actually there. . taking away your freedom and your not even aware.

Its better this way with you not knowing, as if our true face was to show, well that would be the end of the plan as we know.

So do us a favour and keep working your 9-5 watching our T.V thinking you’re alive.

The truth of it all is we run this show and even if we told you no better people would know! 

As most aren’t wise they do as there told, makes them feel secure. . Its psychology of old, an as we both know sheep do not lead  . . but follow!


Details | Lyric | |

Whispers in the night - lyrics to Life story by Peter White

Whispers in the night, longing for your ears
To drown every fear
But the sorrow sleeps with me tonight. 

Whispers in the night, saying a bitter prayer,
Gone the summer cheer,
Only cold snow fills me deep inside. 

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared;
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 

Whispers in the night, saying our favorite prayers
Seeing you everywhere
Your smell still lives painfully in this house

Whispers in the night: "Oh why not a few more years?"
There is still so much to share!
Nobody to hug and care for life!

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 


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Reality

perfection, who would have thought him perfect?
without his words, i know no other truth
reality,
the mother of my existence, you gave birth to twins
euphoria and agony,
oh agony!
reality,
i ask for only a moment to bury myself inside
his soul, his mind, I want to be with it, of it
i need to breathe him, fill my lungs with love,
with life,
why can't I?
REALITY!
oh to cast you back to the depths of hell, demon!
to come into a life, just to taunt...
there is no hatred so pure, as the one i hold for you
for you today,
reality,
you have taken away my heart,
that was your wicked plan all along
was it not?
well,
reality,
without him,  I have nothing left to lose,
no sanity left to keep me afloat
so,
reality,
today you have been defeated
i have always held the key
it's almost tragic, oh
reality,
do you realize you cannot exist
without me?
so say your prayers,
as this war comes to a bloody end
we were both martyrs for the same cause-
reality.


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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You're Going To Die Laughing

I could just imagine Tom 
dancing in the Lord's Kitchen
wearing his Spandex Boxer Shorts
while his other goofy Friends Hammond and Rosie
pose as Vacuum Salesmen 
at a Dire Straits Gig
making Tidbits and poking Wormholes
with their Listerine Soaked Tissue box
Oh I know Tom has to be laughing in sweet Pain
as these two nut cases aboard an U.F.O.
and stay drifting to another brilliant Convention
on  Insomnia and Nuclear Waste Medicine
Bet they end up thinking that  Lunar Craters
is the head cheese in charge 
As they sit to Wine And Dine for free


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Something of a vers libre rant.

Me?

I'm two hundred and sixty pounds of fat
muscle and bone.
ligaments and nerves.
emotions and freewill.

six feet and three inches
of longing
and of hope 
that is bound to be lost

I alone am no hero.

but then again,
alone,
none of us are.

solitude brings out the strength
in only the mad
the frantic
the hopeless
and the dead.

strength lies not in 
the whispers of the dead.

is there an after-life?

is there a god?
a heaven?
a devil?
a hell?
a nirvana?
a sanctuary in the clouds; the earth?

i could die on the streets, 
as many are

leave no impression on anyone

where is god then?

millions die.

where is god now?

so many christians;
yet so few are christ-like.

i see the hypocritical
the sad
the greedy
the desperate
the mad.

I am one that longs
for love
yet at the same time
i absolutely love the feeling of being sad
above all other emotions.

a rainy city,
overcast and chilly everyday 
of every month
of every year.

an apartment,
on the top floor.

my future self
staring out of the window
with a glass of scotch

a teenage alcoholic turned pseudo-celebrity.

my job being listless and endless, 
just as my life.

long and un-happy.

this is not what i portray in my life
to my friends
to my love
to my family

they know nothing,
only suspecting.

And yet here i am, 
climbing the ladder to a happy little life.

secretly longing for what so many scorn.

loneliness is my blanket and my secure little life is my pillow.

teenage alcoholic turned pseudo-celebrity.


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How

How do you expect me to breathe 
Without you by my side? 
How can I go on with my life 
If yours is ceased? 
How do I keep my vision
If I can't see your face? 
How can I talk 
If it's not to you? 

When you left, 
You took everything with you. 
My life, 
My smile, 
My happiness, 
My breath, 
My voice, 
My heart. 

I can't breathe, 
I can't see, 
I can't be without you. 

You killed me.


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A Year Gone By


This year has brought me much heart-ache, grief and many a tear I did shed
For I lost a friend so close and dear to me
I was a heart-broken and empty lass
As my world crashed down and
Shattered like glass.

It was the saddest time of my whole life that I've ever
Felt so much grief and pain in my heart
I could not cope with being apart
From my dear friend Coni.

I still sit and think of her each day and have precious
Memories that will always remain in my heart and
Stay in my mind for hope and comfort
I do find,
Remembering the friend I had
Who so loving,
Compassionate but most of
all kind, 
What a true diamond
Of a friend I was blessed to find.

In loving memory of Coni Oliver
Sept1956-July2012


Details | I do not know? | |

For Emily

An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, simply stating
“I have a baby on the way”

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way

Baby’s daddy holds mommy’s hand
Says thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have your heart 
And I’m so blessed to wear your band

A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You have cancer he told her
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way

Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child

She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice

Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,
Today

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy

Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy's light warming them both
His deep indescribable love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays, 


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My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



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ELVIS AND PAVAROTTI

Elvis and Pavarotti,
   two attractive singers 
from different countries;
   and both sang divinely!
Elvis was " rock and roll "
   from Memphis,Tennessee;
and Pavarotti a tenor 
   from Modena, Italy!

Both made their mark in music
   singing harmony with gusto;
and at times, Elvis seemed eccentric...
  while Pavarotti a flamboyant maestro!

Legends are made of one's fancy,
   but these two were real;
delighting crowds with their charisma,
   and their lovely wives:
 Nicoletta and Priscilla  
    were there to cherish that thrill,
  to be a big part of their lives...
     even through joy and agony!

 Elvis and Pavarotti...
     names destined for immortality,
 and many  generations
    will be fascinated by their powerful voices;
 and like us, who heard them sing,
    they'll carry on their everlasting lagacy!          


        


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9-11

.........................9/11.....................



I turned on the TV, to an urgent newsflash, 
The worlds press on New Yorks trade center plane crash. 
So as i then watched, an accident we're told, 
How little we knew of the things to unfold. 

I just sat in my armchair, any speach did refrain, 
I could not believe it was happenin again. 
A jet flying so low, "an accident", I thought not, 
The only explanation, A terrorist plot. 

The disgust that I felt, and the pain in my heart, 
Was nothing compared to those lives torn apart. 
people seen running, the buildings in flame, 
The journalist mentallity, "who now can we blame?" 

With blood on their faces and dust in their hair, 
I could not believe what was happening there. 
I remember then thinking of this terrorist clout, 
The Whitehouse and Pentagon had better watch out. 

And ten minutes later, a report I then heard, 
The Pentagon building was hit, that's the third. 
A fourth plane had crashed, Then where I knew not, 
But this was one hell of a terrorist plot. 

A little time passed as the millions looked on, 
A big cloud of dust, and a tower had gone. 
The tower that stood. Alas! was no more, 
Like a deck of cheap cards it fell to the floor. 

The lives that were ended, the lives that were saved, 
We cannot enough thank the strong and the brave. 
The innocent that fell, no matter where on that day, 
Forget them we will not, a debt we can't pay. 

.......................Rest in peace...............


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My fragile heart that beats for you..

Who will hold me in their arms and tell me things will be alright 
who Will stroke my hair at night and whisper tender feelings twice
Who will know just what to say to help me make it through the day
Who will kiss me on my lips and feel me melt right into his
Who will touch me in that way that sends me floating to the stars
To never hold you in my arms or kiss your tender lips again 
I feel it’s hard to bear 
I want so much to hold you close I don't think I can cope
My heart was whole when I was with you, it fluttered like a bird in flight
It soared up high and through the night
My love I was amazed by you and everything you made me feel
To never have this love again sends panic to my head, 
I know I have to muddle through another desperate day
And all around are memories of times we shared and happy days
How can I forget all this and get myself through my day...
                
The answer is I won’t forget and really I don't want to,
But I will learn to hold these thoughts inside a special place,
I will have to try to learn to try to cope with life alone
To be strong, and stronger still, 
Until my heart can once again be brave enough to walk alone.
But for now I need to say my love my heart is broke in two
And you, you hold it in your hands to hold for ever more...
So when I’m feeling life’s too hard and my head’s all in a whirl
I’ll remember all the words youve said and dream your arms around me 
The arms that sheltered me from harm will forever hold me safe 
And time will heal my broken heart, but for now I feel it so,
Like searing heat that cuts in two my fragile heart that beats for you


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Casualty

heavy with time and breath short
   light thankfully dims
to hide landscape scarred
and
    toys broken.


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Never Again

My dearest friend, you always had my back
Even after the day you were sent to Iraq
Navy jokes to me while you were still here
The laughter it made and brought us to tears 

The doubts we had about the enemies at war
How Russia seemed like they wanted more
It is funny the way loss can change lives so quick
Bring minds to depression and make stomachs sick

I hope one day our souls will pass
On golden streets or in heavenly grass
The last thoughts of a soldier are seldom known
It is a dangerous world outside the Green Zone

There are tears in my eyes as the words are thought
What trouble in here, what optimism is sought?
I will try to go on, and finish the mission
You did your best in the terrorist inquisition

I have had sleepless nights and a cramping chest
He was supposed to come home, just like the rest
Two days before my leave he was to return to his friend
A sailor with his Army brother by his side, never again


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My pain

blood drips down
locked the door
the stinging starts to fade
everything becomes a blur
i know lay in the tub
in the cold water
my my arms stings
then the pain fades
i go under hopping not to come back up for air
and i feel my body going numb
i open my mouth to get a water in and blood
i tell myself to stay under
and then everything fads away
no more pain
my heart stops
the pain leaves me
my dead body is in the tub
TO NEVER BE FOUND AGAIN
untill someone starts looking for me
when they find my body
it will be to late


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[stingy old man]

stingy old man.
	black breath.
you stroll, filling
the cracks of my youth.
	
	crimson wrists 
plunge into severed 
ground once  filled with
  fresh               soil.
    until   you came.

ripped into my
rigid    structure, and   you.
        old     man, went forth
to obliterate   my being.

and watch, squinted eyes.
hanging over  the
     adjacent moon of
	your lips.
as brick by brick I am
being left with shear
memory.

black. breath.     black 
       black breath.
old man. shut the corroded 
mattress.     You’ve outstayed
your welcome-


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The methadone girl

She could hardly drag himself along,hovered between life and death,
so frozen that her hands are insensible to any feeling
and atrophied heart works only for the casual trade.
Plucked at hair with rage as these morning habits die hard,
spiting blood,residues of the night before.
You toiled in vain because you think you've met her several times
and your soul finally realized your ambitions.
But she is the methadone girl.
The cheap shoes worn out,trampled underfoot by the crowd,
wasted by the long illness,languished from indifference.
Dice with her life everyday,the perspective of sadness,
gain nothing or something in her mind,
watching you to keep your reputation free from all slurs
The drainage happened at the age of eighteen
only dent in her pride was forever.
Fool her with promises,exchange arms and legs with money,
skin burns easily so be an animal,defy the pressure-gauge.
Rolling on souls again.
Overawe us into the silence.
The silence of methadone.


Details | I do not know? | |

No Wrong

I wail a lonely cry,
please believe his alibi,
he hath done no wrong.


Details | I do not know? | |

Thoughts For Sergio

Thoughts For Sergio ................................ Memories of the all the good times, our way to make it through..... In this time we feel such sorrow, hearts filled with thoughts of you..... For all the times we will need you, for all the times we will cry..... If love alone could have saved you, We'd have never said Goodbye.... In life we loved you dearly, in death we will love you still..... In Our hearts you hold a special place, no other man can ever fill..... If tears could lend another way, for loved ones to feel no pain..... Ours would flow like a river to heaven, and bring you back to us again..... Our family chain has been broken, a missing link ..never the same..... Until God calls... then one by one, We will be linked again..... While in the beginning there is such agony Internal screams...so deep..... In time begin fading.. allowing smiles For not as often.. will we weep..... You.... as a man Imprinted like no other..... One of a kind Sergio Guerrero Our Friend....Our Son.... †..Our Lost Brother..† ................................


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The Monster

The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare

I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see

Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground

It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell

Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound

High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing

Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall

Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone

Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation

Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.


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Cry because they are born

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


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Girl Behind the Glass

Dana
It's just like I am watching you, watching you fall apart,
I see you standing in the cold, eclipsed within the dark.
I feel so trapped behind this glass, I cannot warm your soul,
I cry and try to save you, from the blank and blackened hole.
The marks upon your arms, the marks upon your heart,
I wish that I could heal them but, Love, your just too far.
You say that your okay, You say that your alright,
but you do not believe these words, I swear we'll win this fight!
You say to just let go, that you've found the way out,
I beg and plead it's hard to lose a big part of your heart.
Tonight I say goodbye, but soon shall say hello,
As soon as you go, I do to, Thats just the way it goes.

                                  Love,
                                     Chelsea


        *~Always hold on, Never let go~*


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Almost One Ago

Blood has been spilled 
Wounds cry out
Relief is never found
Men inside shallow graves
Deaf to any sound
Burning flames lick the wounds
Many among the dead
Troops of headless soldiers
Laying all around

Those among the living 
Cry out for some relief
Tortured all in hiding
From fear they run, none free
Help arrives for no one 
Like from the pit of hell
Riddled with the shrapnel
Weapons deemed to kill

For those among survivors
There is no place to dwell
The life once lived and once enjoyed
Forever gone, farewell
Picking up the pieces to start life a new
For these it’s not an option
Peace for them is thru

Only hope that does remain
If death will be their friend
Ending pain and suffering
There is no God for them
What a way to live a life
What a way to go
Living in the town
Called Almost Once Ago


Details | Ballad | |

September 11th

Today’s the day
When it all went down.
The pain and sorrow,
And the worlds big frown.
It shouldn’t have happened,
All those innocent people,
Who had to be there,
Now have God as their keeper.
It wasn’t their time to go.
I feel horrible for their families.
I just want to ask you,
 To pray for them please.
The terrorists that did this
Will get what they deserve.
They’ll get Satan’s kiss!
They must be heartless
To even think of this!
There are people to thank
Like the firemen and cops,
And a lot of people gave blood.
Even if it was just drops.
When the towers got hit,
The world thought it was an accident.
No one would’ve guessed
That it was really terrorists.
So don’t forget this day.
Its part of our painful history.
It’ll be in the books.
But why it happened,
Will always be a mystery.


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A LIFETIME DEDICATION

Leaving deep traces of myself,
hoping others won't erase them
and learn the wisdom within;
too often I did contemplate
the scary feeling of death
awaiting for that moment 
as many have and with belief
step into that peaceful realm where eternity will begin.
I embraced love as my oath,
letting all know how I loved them,
I even gave away my expensive winter coat...
letting a poor man hug me and shake my warm hand.


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My Son

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

special words for a special person For David

100                                               100


Details | Quatrain | |

Party Pills

My heart begins to fail, 
My feet race along the ground, 
My body is drenched in a chilled sweat, 
I scream but don't make a sound, 

I feel my body tremble, 
As I frantically try to run, 
I can hear him coming closer, 
I hope he doesn't have a gun, 

There's a warmth on my shoulder now, 
I can feel his quickened breath, 
His rough hand connects with my arm, 
I can feel the shadows of death, 

All of the light has disappeared, 
More darkness has taken its place, 
My body's limp, worn out and weak, 
Death has finally won this race, 

But my soul lives on in heaven, 
To bring justice to those who kill, 
Vulnerable teenagers like me, 
By selling them party pills, 

I got given those party pills, 
To try with a special friend, 
Being a fool, I took a few, 
But death caught me in the end.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007


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In The Wake Of Tragedy (London: 07/07/05)

The event of tragedy blossomed,
That carnivorous wave of terror,
Caromed through the capital,
Down subways and thoroughfares,
Horrified the gaping senses
And surged through the echoing chasms,
The divides of the unholy,
And the gulfs of the unjust.

In a bleak ricocheted wake,
Left no blank resignation,
Or mere shrugging of shoulders
As if cold blooded and detached;
Evolved a unified populace
Grieving resolute and defiant,
As they arched down in reverence
In that two minute silence.

Swelled the dream iconography
Of human souls in mortal battle,
And the blood-stirring prose
Of the old past master speeches;
Fell a faint dust of resonance
Blown from reminisced prophecies,
Foretelling times when the streets
Run with rivers of blood.

Therein the wake of tragedy stung
In the mourning lungs of the living,
Feeling thorny and vibrant,
Tasting earthy and tart;
Instead of cancer and wasteland
The first blackberry roses bloomed,
In the gardens of futures
Landscaped by the past.


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where ive always been

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

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

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

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

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


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How I Will Remember You

Every time I think of you
I’ll see your smiling face
In your hands you kept my heart
And within my arms your embrace. 

We had our share of ups and downs
We didn’t always see eye to eye
Remembering the times you made me laugh
Made it easy to forget each time I cried.

We always stood up for the good in each other
And with God’s help got rid of the bad
What better a family could one man have asked for
Than the one I’ve had.

I thank you for all you’ve done
I was blessed to have you at my side
Your job as my guardian angels is done
Now God’s angels will be my guide.

When I needed you most you were there for me
Now there’s nothing more to worry about
Although God’s always had it
He’s got it from here on out.


This is how I will remember you.


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Circular Life

Running to hide
Hiding to run
My life is a circle
When will this rotation be undone
Everything I do 
Its the same song and dance
A sheep in wolf's clothing
Yes a wolf at first glance
I can't help I am addicted to thrills
No words to describe how it feels
Honing my skills
Turning my heart to steel
Making my case to fight the devil
Stone versus stone
Fallen Angel versus Fallen soul
The thrill to shake the bone
Love made me
Then love destroyed me
Stuck with nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Vengeance is what I choose
Standing alone 
Forgetting everything I've ever known
I can break this rotation
But it has to be now or never
All because I loved her
And she left me for dead
Destroying my heart
And messed up my head
Circular life
I am back to the night
I am back to fight


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TRAGEDY IS A SPINNING WHEEL

Tragedy is a spinning wheel
which stops at its own will,
and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes
poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives....
such was the fate of unlucky Japan,
the island off the Asian mainland.


When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep,
people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud...
feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath;
how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out!
Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses,
unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes.  


Let's show our heartfelt sympathy
with a kindness which surpasses all credibility,  
remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel
never telling where it will stop to make a kill...
and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it
with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.


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Forever Baby

She was there for his first
She held his hand with his last
The breath that was in between
Seemed to be taken away so fast!

Twenty-seven years later
Justice Seems at hand
Not God's judgment
But the courts of this land.

He took our little Ricky
Without a second thought
As horrible memories surface
We all know it hurts a lot.

Seeing him walk by
With a smile from ear to ear
Still haunts us all
And it's been almost a year.

Praying for this family
Every night it seems to me
Because I know they need God's help
No matter what the outcome be.

Beautiful little Ricky
I hope your death is finally "solved"
And I wish nothing but peace
For ALL the families involved.

You were here for a short while
Now we think of you daily
It's been twenty-seven years
But you are our..."forever baby"


Details | I do not know? | |

Goodbye Friend

I have cried and cried till I can cry no more,
My eyes tired , red and really really sore.
   The pain of the sadness I feel deep inside ,
Is what has made me do nothing but cry.
   I will miss my friend now that he is gone ,
We've known each other for so very long.
  The best of buds all through our childhood,
As close as two can get as anybody ever could.
   It will never be the same without him I'm afraid,
But I'll always have the memories of all our days.
   Like a brother there for him and he there for me,
Seems that was the way it was meant to be.
   Soon time will heal all and the pain will fade ,
A distant memory is all there will be of this day.
TAC


Details | I do not know? | |

Remembering Him

I can’t pay attention,
They have deprived me of my perception.
My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful.
In a room of people who never knew him.
So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade.
I was the M.C. at his graduation.
He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award.
“Thank you”, he said.
Everyday in my mixed grade class,
He would sometimes make everyone laugh.
I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough
From seeing him and his crew everyday.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Rufus Dufas

once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold  Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun


Tribute To Poe



Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold
Editor

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest


Details | Personification | |

my dark thoughts

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


Details | Lyric | |

never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty


Details | Haiku | |

a wradled lession

A fight not spoken 
                               is a voice unwelcome
an inoccent tragdeity


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A Shot In The Dark { Narrative}

helplessly he stumbled 
through the door
holding his bloody chest 
Mother gazed into 
her fourteen year old eyes 
and just knew that he was up 
to his old antics of gang banging 
Yelling and cursing did nothing 
to wake this kid up 
Mother's tears flooded 
like an open gate 
she wondered 
where she went wrong 
raising him 
for he had the best 
of everything 
a home a job an education 
anything he wanted 
or needed 
was right at his fingertips 
maybe having only one parent 
in the household 
or just not enough discipline 
now she stands helplessly 
over her young sons 
lifeless body 
lying on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood 
all that she could do now
was to pick up the phone 
and call the police 
and the morgue 



Tribute To Children


Details | Haiku | |

Night Walker

This poem is in a style called haibun which uses prose to tell a story, with haiku places
within to bring the story deeper. The haiku must stand on it's own as well as fit into the
story. 



Waking moments with the strong aroma of coffee percolating throughout the house, I arise.
Drifting through the morning mists, I find my way to the kitchen where the hearth-fire
embers, still warm from the night, glow orange in the pre-dawn emptiness. Where are you?
You, who have left your plate upon my table, sticky with basil and fresh eggs? You, who’s
scent upon my skin I wear as the finest perfume, inhaling deeply into my soul, your
remembrance with every breath I take, where are you?

Horizon softens
Night sky melts into daylight
Evanescent dreams

I hurry to open the heavy wooden door, and gaze out as dawn cracks the purple sky and the
smells of spring gust through my doorways, erasing all doubt of what I know. There, fading
in the morning dew, I see your footprints luminescent in crystal light, imprinted upon the
deep green of the forest path. Your tracks are leading away, back from where you came and
where I cannot go, yet. I watch the sun climb the skyline, exposing the stark truth of
daylight, so harsh with it’s radiant glare, that I must turn away. Footprints fading, I
know you are gone, and I return to my cold fire to prepare for another day.

Slate sky epitaph
Morning does not awaken
Shadows chase the light

Many more will come today, with gifts of food and flowers. I have run out of vases, and
places to leave condolences. Excuses for why I do not accept a visit run as dry as unshed
tears through barren conversations. I cannot hear them and it is a great strain to see
them, the daylight hours are too bright, and their apprehension too loud. Forgive me if I
offend, in my knowing of just where I need to be, I did not seek anyones advice anyway.
Looking out past worn curtains I watch for the setting. Crows gather on the budding trees
and raise ruckus in their frenzy to reunite. I know you laugh at me, waiting as I do. I
hear you in those black birds. It’s called a “murder of crows” you’d tell me.
 I hear you in my mind, just as I always did, and I feel your presence as a warm breeze on
the small of my back, but it is not the same, and never was, you know this.
 

Time sprinkled starlight
Darkness holds doorways open
Eternity’s faith


Details | ABC | |

Lie's

LIE'S ARE BUT DEMON'S OF THE MIND

      WHERE FIERY HATE PLAYS

THE ECHOES OF FROM SOUL THAT RHYME

        EXPRESSIONS DECEIVING WAYS

 

A DECAYED BODY AT THE DEVILS FEET

    WHERE SINISTER THOUGHTS ABIDES

AS A VICTIM OF THE SOULS DEFEAT

     WHERE DISASTER THEN PRESIDES

 

A DAGGER CUTTING AT THE TONG

    THE CONTENTS OF THE HEART

THE DEATHLY ANGELS HAS SUNG

     REVILING EVERY PART

 

A CROW FLYING THE SKY OF DEATH

     WITH IT'S WINGS SPREAD AS-WELL

HER SOUL HAVING ALREADY MET DEATH

    BY THE OTHER CREATOR'S OF HELL


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Replica

Wielding together artificial meat
No need to conserve this being will keep
Looking through grafted eyes
The creator now smiles
Shamelessly looking at bones made of lies
Once it is born does it speak with a tongue?
Calling out hopefully, am I the one?
It started out walking it skipped all the steps
Its power lacked knowledge deceived by the best
Slaying with anger the others were dust
Running in circles pain filled with must
Confronting the master to find what he was
Hoping to live, but then again who does?


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The Day America Stood Still

It just took one day
To grab our attention
There’s not much to say
But lots of reflection.

The airplanes they flew
Wreaking havoc on all
No one had a clue
That the towers would fall.

Such cowards with hate
They claimed so many lives
On that terrible date
Left husbands without wives.

So many were lost
Our sisters and brothers
Their lives were the cost
Plus fathers and mothers.

Many stood with awe
They were asking why
For what they just saw
Coming out of the sky.

Such terror and fear
And so quickly they hit
The end may be here
Should I run, stand or sit?

The heroes did save
As many as they could
For their lives they gave
Not knowing that they would.

People hung their flags
Keeping their families near
Many body bags
This horror wasn’t clear.

Honoring that morn
Our eyes begin to fill
The world was torn
America stood still.


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Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)



Details | I do not know? | |

Lo sea end-o

Alas my love my dying day
Will bring sweet whispers to my grave
Recumbent in your evil snare
Snakes will tempt you, strip you bare
Careful now with tender lips
They will persuade those dormant hips
To move in places dark unknown
And when let go, will be alone

Alas my love my will dissolves 
In oceans built on dire resolve
Swept away in winds disguised
Then crushed in waves, drift and died
Venom ruins your perfect veins
Skin retracts, reminds disdain
Then mirror with its clever eye
Reclaims its sympathy, yours and mine


Details | Rondeau | |

My Suit of Grief

I am off to buy a suit today 
A black suit or maybe gray, 
I have a funeral to attend, 
A suit of grief to buy and then 
In my closet, there it shall stay. 

And there I hope it rots away 
Not to be worn another-day 
A fancy fig leaf from a bin. 
I am off to buy a suit today. 

Only the living have a say 
Of attire and grand array 
For a dress in which to ascend 
Or a coat in which too defend 
For the dead we can only pray. 
I am off to buy a suit today. 


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We Walk Amongst The Faithful

We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. The tears of angels made us As they flew down from the sky. They didn't want to do it, So all they did was cry. We're stuck amongst the ruin. The horror and despair. We've seen a bit too closely To the heart of Evil's lair. We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. We're scarred up on the inside, But outside we're just fine. We hide the truth so well They can't see into our lies. Our daddies were all drinkers. And when they would get mad, They'd take it out us poor souls, And boy were we so glad When Daddy drank himself to sleep, And we could go and hide. Carve another scar into our heart Which was hidden deep inside. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our mommies all liked men Perhaps a bit too much They sampled fair and far And didn't mind the touch. When Mommy fell asleep, Her boyfriends would come down And they would scare us half to death And they'd start to mess around. And after they were done Ravaging our broken souls We'd take our chance to run And hide from things we'd never know. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our families are all broken We have no place to hide No place to let our tears out Let out what hurts inside. And now we sit here all alone In this dark corner as all hope Evades our longing hands We've lost our way to cope. And now we hide our feelings And what they've done to every “me”. We hold our chins up high. We do not let them see. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so humans Can't see through our disguise We pretend it doesn't happen We can't let anyone know Our traitor of a heart Is something we can't show. Would anyone even understand What we hold inside our hearts? Or would we be a freak show A different world apart? Maybe one day we will find one Every single one of us Someone who will understand Someone we can trust.


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A part of me

A part of me is dying
There is no point left in crying

Everything is wrong,
and my heart has been bonged.
Im left confused
not knowing what to do.

The world has lost its mind
And now a part of me 
dies cause you never noticed
me crying while i lie dying.


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Snow White

Take a bite
Of this shinny red apple called life
And tell me what you taste 

Is it the sick syrup of genocide 
Gone unnoticed 
Or the tangy taste of a thousand births to cover it up
Weighing life is a challenge 
Yours is worth as much as your country 
It seems 

Generations they scream with severed tongues 
We are the same 
Yet holy different 

So who is to blame 
For this indecent exhibition of 
Human 
Behavior 

This apple is rotten and I choke 


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If I died tonight (A poem to our soldiers)

My life is mine but not mine alone.
I fly a supply ship to help my fellow comrades.
I risk my life for my country and my family.
It I died today - I know I did good in this world.
If my life is taken by twelve midnight tonight, all I regret is not seeing my little
girl's face.
As I fly towards my goal, my engine is shot down.
I haven't failed yet, but soon I will leave Earth with my head held high and knowing I did
good.


written on 11/11/10


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God's Chosen One: In Loving Memory of Mukaila Parker

God has chosen to raise me as his own
Before my life on earth could ever be
We know it doesn't seem fair
Perhaps something we couldn't foresee.

God knows all, hears all, and sees all
Even though we may not understand
I now have the honor of being with him
In his precious holy land.

It's not a punishment of any kind
There is no one at fault
It was what he had planned for me
A better way of which he sought.

Now that I am with him 
What better place could there be
I live and fly with the angels
As my tiny soul is set free.


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Why Am I So Selfish?

Why am I so selfish? 
I should think more of her.
But instead of seeing what could be
I'm being so immature.

I know she's truly suffering.
That should be my main concern.
Yet all I seem to think about is...
'Will she ever learn? '

Her lungs are black as tar.
She needs help just to breathe.
Hearing that she'll smoke again
makes me simply seethe.

She knows what she is doing.
She's not a little child.
I thought that only young people
did stuff that's dumb and wild.

Don't set aside the oxygen
so you can have a smoke.
You're dying right in front of me.
This pain is not a joke. 


Details | Elegy | |

Rest In Peace

Many will ask the question why?
Many will weep for you have gone.
Many will try to hide the sorrow in side.
Many will share their thoughts and memories of you.
Many will come to see you one last time.
Trying to decipher why some one such as you must leave so soon.
So in our time of sorrow and grief let us cling to our faith.
For it is our faith in God that will carry us forward.
Also let us find joy in the knowledge that you now rest in haven.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


Details | Free verse | |

no news

the post man said "no mail today"
my heart broke it two...
again today
I thought I was going to die right there
another day,
with no news of survival
how do i manage to let my life go on
when his has  gone and passed away
my mind tells me he's out there some where
but no news from him
no letters
no card
not even two men dressed in suits
My mind wonders
as I try and distract myself
the news comes on
and I watch ever second
hopeing to see your face
just walk by
but as soon as I heard your voice
I knew
I didn't need news
I didn't need a letter or card
because there is no you
well at least not anymore


Details | Ballad | |

Jatlo Jatla

      Jatlo Jatla 					
				

'Jatlo jatla is my name
 I shall seek no comfort that came
life had made no good for me
 I am like a camel on the sea'

'Look my kids are gone beyond
 one by sickle and the other in pond
the next day she joined in London
 leaving me in the dawn to mourn'

 'Rose ran away to Region 
 With a Wally and my wagon
My money! Millions are gone
 O maker what will make it come'

‘My castle burn to ashes 
  I am rich with no more riches
I slept in the field all day 
 On thorns and termites were I lay’

'On clothes I had more but one
 Food I gave now a grain of corn 
Friend left me with hugs and kisses
 O maker what will make me please'

'I aim to end my lone life
  The sword was blunt and the knife,
It gave me more than hell’s pain
 Death did not come one my plane'
 
'Who am I to have a name 
 I shall seek no comfort that came 
Life had made no good for me
 i am like camel on the sea"
                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                  
Imitation of this poem will not                                                                                          
be allowed. All rights reserved.
Kidtirangleinc. kidtirangle@yahoo.co.uk


Details | Rhyme | |

An Angel Message from the other side

I know you love and miss me still
You always have and always will
I am still with you and a part of you knows
But it still hurts because the body's eyes do not show
I did not leave you I never will
Even so, this part of the journey is like climbing alone uphill
So don't be surprised and I know you will
When you realize I AM here still.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Ghost

Every night I walk my grave,
Thinking thoughts that weren't ever made.
Lost in the darkness
My soul shall lie,
For I have not yet said goodbye.
Ever so certain that day would come;
When laughter, joy and happiness comes
My heart was broken in anger and pain,
For I no longer live in vain.
My broken dream shall mend no more,
For in pain and agony that I shall go.
My bones lay crumbled as dust and ash,
My memories no longer live with them.
My days are over and i'm gone,
And I shall only dream to be born...


Details | Free verse | |

To have and have lost

To have and to have lost is the ultimate pain, 
Knowing that your life will never be the same again. 
That one little missing piece of your jigsaw called life, 
Questions as to what you did to deserve this strife.
Another angel for heaven above 
Empty arms but still the love. 
Never far from your mind 
If only life wasn’t so unkind. 
Little angel I love you so 
Fresh in my thoughts wherever I go. 
xoxo


Details | I do not know? | |

Forgotten Friendship


Here we are my friend and mate,
Where have you been? It’s almost too late.
I’ve searched and searched from months to years,
I’m tired and weary, I’ve run out of tears.

You promised you’ll come at the turn of the tide,
But time flew by like a sharp lightening strike.
If you cannot stay, or wait a while,
Please can you explain why no smile?

If you have found a companion or bride,
I would be happy, I’d smile with pride.
Don’t be afraid to tell me the truth,
Friendship with you has no need for an excuse.

We’ve come a long way, through thick and thin,
We’ve fought so often, and you always win.
I hope she makes you happy and proud,
Better than me, pretty, rich and with clout.

I’ll miss the laughs in the middle of the night,
I’ll miss your shouts when I give you a fright.
The promise we made when our friendship was real,
of together crossing the oceans and plains.

Go on my friend, go on your way,
My tears will dry, but my heart will stay.
Until the day when that someone comes,
To take my hand and walk me home.


Details | Elegy | |

A Son's Answer

It's ok Mom and Dad
please be happy and don't be sad

Look up in the sky and what do you see
into the clouds, you'll see an image of me

I might have left you but I'm still here
being forgotten, I do not fear

I know you love me and I love you 
being taken away from you hurts me too

Whatever happened it's over now
I will find a way to be with you someday and somehow.

I'm in heaven and he's taking care of me
Say a little prayer for me.


Details | Free verse | |

The death rattle of Jackson Haley

His heart gave a leap of joy,
scrambling up over a wall of memories,
as the leaves quivered in front of him.
On Monday the children were playing at soldiers.
On Tuesday he was playing fast and loose with a girl's affections.
I forgot to give childhood to him and the coat sit badly across the shoulders.
A heart overflowing with gratitude,he was a good man,
came of a good family.
Thinking of grievous loss and bewailing, Jack Haley woke up.
Gale force winds and the boat of souls tossed about on the stormy sea,
a joke and a racking headache of a thousand why.
Silence reigned everywhere at 6.30 in the morning.
He is a law unto himself now as 5 dollars in his pocket suddenly
disappeared.
He never sold himself to the enemy and lights turned on.

He looked at his son with pride,fingered the tie of reputation,
stammered out a few words and then stopped.
Just stopped.


Details | Free verse | |

Missing You

As I stood in the dark room
Filled with grief,
Memories of air shows, homemade cookies, and “fun”
Flushed my mind
I kept telling myself,
“It’s not my grandpa..Is it?”
Then I realized, from all the tears and suffering,
It was my grandpa.
I had so much fun with my grandpa
I didn’t believe what I was about to accept.
As the hospital machines beeped,
There was a new tear shed.
The grief from my grandma passing on,
Still pain in my heart.
Now it’s my grandfather suffering. 
It was the last time I was going to see him,
And I knew it.
As I walked up to my weary grandfather
And the wobbly hospital bed
I cried.
Knowing exactly what to say
I reached out with comforting hands
Grasped my grandpa with a tight squeeze
And said I love you for the last time.


Details | Acrostic | |

You Light My Fire

Shrine for beloved
Placed ever so gently
In  sanctuary 
Resting for now
In light of shards
Transparent to naked eye
Searching for a flame

In memory of life passages
Now walking in valleys of green

Lift thy prayers
In our Father's name
Guide thy soul
Heal thy pains
Through thy body of Christ our Lord



{Amen}


Details | Rhyme | |

HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


Details | Verse | |

Seem Not To Even Care

Its not like I asked for this
It’s something else besides
But knowing there is no way out
Just tears me up inside.
It’s like suffocation
Like drowning on dry land
Impossible, not really
On my knees for I cannot stand
You make promises and break them all
Crush them into dust
Moving on isn’t helping
To just leave things in the past
Burnt down to ashes, black and cold
Another day goes by
Another day in which I mean naught
Left on low, not on high
I do not beg for this torture
To be left out on my own
But you make it seem like that’s what I want
And again I’m left alone
One day you’ll pay the price for this
And regret it everyday
You deserved it for what you’ve done
And that’s all I have to say
You make is sound like it hurts you more
That you’re the victim here
Truth is you stand by and watch me cry
And seem not to even care
 


Details | Ballad | |

The War Part 2

NOON

The infantry open up for the cavalry
At full horse power speed they attack
Too late to use artilleries now
But it made some horses tumble, about a fifty
Six hundred horse ran to the infantry

Infantry too late for squares ran to the cavalry
They fired there muskets, brought down some sixty horses
It was the time of the cavalry lances where release
Unlike arrows it killed two at a time. The cavalry ran 
On the infantry. Head out of necks, arms out of scapulas, and legs out of hips.

The whole army retreats, they send their whole cavalry
Cavalry meets cavalry. One thousand lances released on a four hundred
Horrible! Men were carried from horses to horses, lances
Horse were raise up high, neighs turn to roars, lances
Now nine hundred and fifty to sixty, the opposite retreat.

The colonel seeing the sixty running ordered a chase. Fool!
The opposite's Brigadiers laughs, he ordered his brigade
To get ready. After their sixty drove in
The infantry made squares. At their captain's orders.
Salvo's were head, two thousand shots on a nine hundred and fifty.

Sympathetic bullets entered heads and hearts horses tumbled
They caused confusion, de-horse horsemen ran back.
It was only a ninety that penetrated killing a forty
Twenty horsemen retreated with wounds
There was silence, scout men where sent to count losses


Details | Elegy | |

By Ne'er A Hurt Renders

 
         The friend who gonna while sheer
          In friendly, airy blast always  . . . 
          The soul around . . . 
          Who ne’er mind —by renders a hurt

          The old cougar, restful in bench by 
          In stares much bit 
          Of enjoying up nicely day by day 
          With the sun illume 
          With the windy hit passive his skin
          When stars-oh-moon light
          Once hold tho shadow heaven
          In casting by thrilling

          His whistler galloping
          In fulling island ground soul, melody 
          In adding-lib —
          In forgiving of resentful 
          Uncool off liaison

          The cougar as look tensity my vicinity  
          By was, — who had been gone  . . . 
          And inquired one nascency rose 
          On souls is mind — 
          Who will be next? O friend scathe-less 
          Airy blast always at others —
          Who spring by, a proudly around?

                 


Details | Ottava rima | |

WAR SEEN THROUGH A YOUNGSTER'S EYES

Born in that historical and eventful year
when changes were sweeping this country,
peace songs were heard in the scary, tumultuous air...
not realizing the dear cost for the quest of liberty
when soldiers would have gone to a foreign land so far,
to defend what others thought was sheer folly!
And their blood was shed in jungles and on dusty roads,
never feeling selfish pride by carrying the heaviest loads.


And from those sad and tragic memories,
my lyrics were written and sung to myself
with the hope of revealing them with teary eyes...
remembering what took for them to face pain without relief
and whenever letters were delayed in the mail mothers
began to fear the worst, if not a horrible death...
many went to churches and synagogues to ask God for mercy,
and yes He heard their pleas, but war had no clemency.


Many of those soldiers were given Purple Hearts
for their remarkable courage to have confronted danger without surrendering to the enemy,
others were forgotten in wheelchairs without legs and arms,
and they wept with no one offering comfort, warmth and sympathy...
but on those heart so proud of their Motherland they wore American flags,
unable to forget their commitment when they were asked to fight for their beloved country.
O brave soldiers, if no medals or honors were given you...let me reward you for your fright:
by erasing all the atrocity of bloody scenes that still are troubling your longest, coldest night. 
    


Details | Rhyme | |

For her there's no escape

At a time of celebration, 
Drinking lager in the bar.
Go home, get changed for the night ahead, 
You decide to take the car.

You're not quite compos-mentis, 
Your judgements not too sound.
You're driving passed the local park, 
There's people all around.

You can't see where you're going,
Coz' you're searching for a tape.
Then "Bang!", A child flies through the air,
For her there's no escape.

You didn't see her coming,
Though she lies there on the floor.
You haven't gone to try and help,
You won't unlock the door!!

You were sentenced to six months in prison,
Got fined and banned for two years.
The only thing that I have left now,
Are my memories and millions of tears.

If only I'd kept her in that day,
She would be at my side, still alive.
It was YOU who murdered my daughter,
As YOU chose to drink and drive...


Details | Rhyme | |

Graveyard and forever onwards

a  graveyard is a home for some,
only few regularly come,
and keep their eternal devotion to that one,
others may collapse from grief and away run,

I know deep inside they fear the graveyard,
But is visiting the dead that hard?
they can't help but avoid their relatives' death bed,
they gulp the grief instead,
and that emotion is left for them to shred,
but why fear what's dead?
for them it's the only way to carry on,
their people  haunt them even after they've gone,

after the dead mans' last word is said,
and their last drop of blood is bled,
and it's now clear that the dead can only stay dead,
all that's left of the life they lived, is the memory in the people left behind,
their life cannot be forgotten, but don't visit to seem kind,
but to think back to your days with them and thank and love them for all you've passed,
in you there's still part of them, as there'll always be, as will grief which will not pass fast,


Details | Free verse | |

LOST down a Dark path

Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare. 

My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt, 
years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead. 

The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind. 

Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high! 
. . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.


Details | Elegy | |

Time Goes On

Time goes on, through pain and fear,
Hate growing with each tick of the clock;
War, assassins, terrorism, even death,
Nothing halts the passage of time.
WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf,
To name a few of the 20th-century wars.
Kennedy, King, Kennedy, Lennon--great men cut down
In a short space of time by assassins' bullets,
Others barely escaping with their lives.
The World Trade Center, Oklahoma City,
Too many terroristic attacks in foreign countries to count.
Mengele, Manson, Dahmer, Menendez;
Only some of the horrific killers of our time.
Colorado, Mississippi, Oregon, Tennessee,
So many children killing children in our schools,
The list of deaths endless, the reasons obscure.
Yet, through it all, time goes on.
Pausing for nothing, stopping for no one,
Time goes on.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Brother

You left my brother
Came back a man
Should hear our proud father
Speak of you
How you’ve done him
And momma proud
Sister Jane and Katherine
Down the block
Never seem to have anything
But you to talk about
Oh if you only knew the loving
All the girls around here
Say you’ve missed
It’s a good bet
You’d never have left
But leave you did
Nothing can change that now
In a way it’s good to know
Exactly where you are
We need never again worry
If that old truck of yours broke down
Leaving you to walk home in the rain
It’s a good thing really
Now we can all get some sleep
Granted, not as much as you
But we will in our due time
Just want you to know
These tags of yours
Will never leave my neck
You, will never leave my heart
For no matter why you left
Or how you came back
You still are
And will always be
My brother


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


Details | Couplet | |

Curled Up

Her skin white, drained
Her expression dark, pained
Eyes staring out, completely blank
Hair lifeless, dank
Her fingers curled, still
In her mouth, a cyanide pill


Details | I do not know? | |

Emokid

Poor little emokid,why do you sigh?
Poor little emokid there's no need to cry.

So what if your life is a mess,
a tangle of hurt and distress?

Stupid emokid no one cares,
We're all to caught up in our own affairs.

Cheer up emokid even though you're dead,
Cheer up emokid I'm just a voice in your head


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | I do not know? | |

Inspirational

All my bags are packed,
I'm standing at your door, 
I don't want to go back,
I'm looking for more.

All my bags are packed,
I'm standing at the gates of pearl,
I don't want to go back,
I want the Lord to say I'm his girl.

All my bags are packed,
I'm waiting on God to open the gate,
I don't want to go back,
And lead me by the hand by eight.

All my bags are packed,
I love you but I'm not scared anymore,
I don't want to go back,
Oh please let me go forevermore.

All my bags are packed,
Don't want to feel so alone,
I don't want to go back,
God is calling me to his home.

All my bags are packed,
I'm leaving this place,
I don't want to go back,
I want to feel God's warm embrace.

All my bags are packed,
On Earth I feel so sad,
I don't want to go back,
On Heaven I'm very glad.


Details | Free verse | |

Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


Details | Free verse | |

only the good

bald child
smiling
for a paper crane

nightly
prays for others

the sun to her
is everyday
and smiling

and mightily
she smiles
after every chemo

stoic hide
tries to hide
her child why's
and whimpers

'cuz smiling 
is more her style

and i
search for words
not smiling

what do you-
how to say-
tell a little child
her momma
has gone away
        gone home
and little girl
you're all alone


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Invitation

I had a talk with God
Just the other day
He invited me to his kingdom
And then asked me to stay.
He said the time had come
For me to leave my earthly home
To come to live with him
And be seated by his throne.
All my troubles, pains and worries
Were to very soon subside
He said my new life begins today
So I went ahead and complied.
I know it doesn't seem fair
But everything's gonna be alright
God is taking care of me now
As I rejoice in His light.
When He saw what was happening
He didn't want to see me suffer
He came down to protect me
His love became my buffer.
My friends, my family those
Who were with me my last days
I'm sorry to have broken your hearts
But this was the only way.
I know it's hard to understand
Why it had to be this way
Even more why it was me
I truly can not say.
All I know is I did
What God asked of me to do
As for which I was rewarded
When He said "I love you."
So don't be discouraged
Our day will soon come again
Keep me in your hearts and memories
We'll be together in the end.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

To All My of Children

The time has come
For me to say goodbye,
I'm going home to Jesus
Please don't cry.
I love you all unconditionally
Without a doubt,
From the oldest to the youngest
There's nothing to be sad about.
I know this won't be easy
Because it's hard for me too,
Knowing I'll see you all again
Keeps me constantly thinking of you.
To all my sons and daughters
Instill in your children all that is good,
So they'll learn to seek to understand
Before being understood.
Grandchildren, continue to do well
As you have always done,
Extend your hand to one another
Until you all become as one.
To all of my other family and friends
I truly do love you all,
But do understand my phone is ringing
And I must answer this call.
Keep me in your hearts
Know I've always loved you,
I have lived a full, complete and content life
And it's because of all of you.

Forever Yours With Love,
Mom


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Old Dad

dear old dad
he's such a good supporting lad

puts up with moms old fashion plaids
for he knows this what makes her glad

he puts up with the kids saying please
and is there to wipe their noses sneeze

puts up with dog barking morning thru night
and cleans up the after droppings delight

wont let anyone mow down the weeds
insists on doing all the honey-do deeds

so today dear old dad you deserve a break
let me be the one to rub all your sore aches


Happy Father's Day
To All Dads And Stepdads


We Thank You



Happy Father's Day Daddy {1925 - 1981}


Details | Narrative | |

take me from this misery

* this poem has been inspired by Breaking Benjamin's Dear Agony....*
* and was written in memory of my grandmother Jeanne Gula *

My name is Jeanne Gula, today i found out that i have cancer.
Its in a tumor, that's very painful, its very rare, its 3 cancers into 1
they already took it out once... and it came back.
The doctor said it was to late to take it out again.
Its not the perfect end to my life, but its all i can have..
I don't really know how much more time i have.
I used to be able to walk by myself, with out help.
I can't believe this happened to me... of all people.
It's be coming torture, they called in hospices.
This cant be good...
I'm in my own home, slowly dieing...
I really don't want to leave, I will leave so many loved ones behind..
So I think i will stay a little longer...
Its January, i now can't do anything by myself, i have to rely on family to help with
everything, my organs are starting to slowly shut down, its very painful to go through.
but my daughters birthday is coming soon... I'm not going to leave now... i don't want her
to be sad, on such a happy day.
I can't hold on much longer.
I'm now out of this misery, its feb. 2nd, and I'm finally free.
Free, of all this pain, and I'm healthy again, I can walk, with out hanging on to anything
or anyone, I can finally be independent again...
now no one cry for me, because i lived a full long life, and no longer in pain..
I love you all.
Love Grammy


Details | Verse | |

The fun it ends

The windows pane upon my face, 
The door unlocks, I fall from grace. 
My friend he screams, a crunch of steel, 
Stabs of pain, then the blood I feel. 

The car we stole, a ride of joy, 
Treating it like a tonka toy. 
Speeding 'round the Mumbles mile, 
Off our heads for a little while. 

Pass the chippy, towards the pier, 
We hear the sirens, "The cops are near". 
Faster, faster, we approach the bend, 
This so called "joy" is about to end. 

Headlights shine from the road ahead, 
Then when I wake, my mates are dead. 
Broken limbs, a mangled wreck, 
The sense of warmth from my swollen neck. 

I try to move off the cold damp floor, 
My legs and arms I feel no more. 
The scents of fuel, blood and smoke, 
I try to breathe, but can only choke. 

I hear a voice coming close to me, 
I tried to look, but could not see. 
These words I tell about this night, 
From a darkened world, now I have no sight..... 

I was asked to write a piece about the crime of so called "joy riding"


Details | Acrostic | |

Death Of A Poet { In Loving Memory Of Karen Feist }

Kinder spirit is now resting
Angels keep you safeguarded
Remain still my dear friend
Eternity is ones destiny
No pain is allowed in Heaven

Fondest memories of you linger on
Everyone has one or two
Inspiration to fight was yours
Sympathy from my heart pours out
To your family and close friends






Tribute To 
Karen Feist's 
Family And Friends
   {RIP}


Details | Romanticism | |

By a running stream

by a running stream of  fables and dreams
firefly beams
its not always what it seem
bewildered bejoyed
caught in a void walk with me to the stream you'll see
everything that lives and breathes
god gave to you and me
he neslted me here with you
down the stream washed away my blue
your eyes gaze lost in the haze
stay
your lips whisper my way
Love I say
thanking god for you each day
If I should be lost somehow
im not long nor far
maybe wishing on a star 
Near a running stream
is where I'll be
overthere above and beyond
pass the lily pond 
hearing an angel song
the sunlights gleam
is a fairys dream
overthere by a running stream,
 near a waterfall , where daffodills grow
palm trees flow
this place yours you know
but never go
come dont hesitate 
if you come don't be late
no, not by the lake
foregoodness sake
forever I wait
you know the place just in case
you came too late god couldnt wait
but when its time, me you'll find
holding the key
a fairytale scene
ontime or late
over here by heavensgate
fate
 



Details | Free verse | |

Haiku with Media

Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV 
…
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
…
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
…
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys 
Core contents of the daily news papers 
2 page news, rest advertisements.
…
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled 
…
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
…
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded  
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
…

28.29/04/10


Details | I do not know? | |

A Matter Of Strength

If strength is only 
How well you hide the pain.
I must be truly strong spirited.

If thinking you want death
Is a matter of being gutsy enough,
Then those who're gone
Were even more strong

Rest in peace,
Yet what've they've done 
Shall forever haunt me...


Details | Epigram | |

I've Fallen And Can't Get Up

brother's marked tombstone, honoring thy name





Tribute To Armed Forces
And Those Fallen From Wars
R.I.P.






Note I Did Not Lose A Brother To War
But Brother And Myself Did Serve
Him A Marine And Me For Army
But Sadly Enough Others Did Fall
In The Line Of Duty


Also This Is My Entry For 
Raul Moreno's Six Word Masterpieces Epigram Contest


Details | Blank verse | |

Luciferia II-- The Damned

Run away Run Away No matter how Far You will never escape my dark hands of faith Wicked and Damned you are my Sin Darling Don't you Tremble when I embrace you The cold and Dark may fill every marrow But at least there were here For You Tell Me how they So Loved You Tell Me All of your fears When the world is done and all their trust will render Undone I will always be with you And Now We cease to Exist Luciferia I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be Draining into the Night Shivering With the Smallest of Frights I am the Ghost In Your Dreams I watch You Through the Window Yes that is your name Written In Blood Are You Scared? Are You Suffering? The Dark fate is what was Meant to Be This is what happens when you Brake Us with Words Destroy us with sights Twists are minds Set our will On Fire I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be


Details | Carpe Diem | |

My Living Will


Do you have a will drawn up for your family, people ask?
Well, here is my will; I will take up this task

I will to my spouse and each of my children,
All of my motivation and willpower
To live each day prayerfully, every day and every hour

I will to my spouse and each of my children,
All of my spirit and force
To have the courage and strength to stay the right course

I will to my spouse and each of my children,
All of my strength of character
To be all that God sees in you and always stretching a little further

I will to my spouse and each of my children,
All of my resolve and determination 
To follow The Lord in all you do, until you reach Him, our final destination

I will to my spouse and each of my children,
All of my self control
To direct your lives pleasing unto God, knowing that He loves you and every living 
soul

This is my last Will and Testament that I leave to each of you.
It is every thing I have and all I truly own…
I testify I love you, and Will this truth be known…


Details | Couplet | |

Aids

Once I went to a hospital
There aids patient’s were on the beds with death’s proposal

As Aids is pronounced it is not so simple
To take every breath they cross huge pain hill

There I saw life and deaths fight
They hopefully fight for life but death was in their sight

For each breath they were given pills
But the gap between the world and patients make their life more terrible

Those people are far from life and closed to death
Those people with such short and painful life are kept away like filth

They are treated as if they have done crime
No one understand what brought them in such a time

They are nether fully death nor alive
By the physical and mental pain they prefer death, then to survive

On the other hand doctors does not allow them to die
With the medical power these half death people are force to survive

So Aids end is not so simple as Aids is pronounced
For these peoples terrible physical and mental death is announced


Details | Blank verse | |

That Place in the sky(Aunt Lucy)

Just to think you will be gone
and i will be here to stay strong
scares me to death and makes me cry

although you will be watching in the skies
i will be praying everyday that goes by
say hello to Timmy and bobby
we have all missed them down here real badly

Tell god he should have waited
to let you grow older and not miss everything
like the birth of your grand son glen jr

Remember when you go up to the place in the sky
that we will miss you everyday that goes by
and when you hug Timmy and everybody up there
make sure to fill them in about everybody down here

If its not to much to ask just give us a sign
that you have made it up to that place in the sky
and that you have seen the man who takes everyone's life
Just try to let us know everything is alright


it seems so wrong but just hold on
our tears that you see coming down our cheeks
just is our feelings that we held in so deep
but time is haulting and the rain is falling
because when you are gone
time and life will all come to a stop
but we will take a deep breath
and soon we will all live on 
because we know your an angel flying high
to that place in the sky


Details | I do not know? | |

The Bouquet

God took him to heaven
   to place in the spot.
In a bouquet of flowers
   for the one open slot.

He was needed fo something.
  What, we don't understand.
Just something important
  that's now in God's hands.

For now the bouquets complete
  and it shines so bright
for the spot is filled now
  all by God's might.

For the wonderful bouquet
  in God's holy sky.


Details | Ballad | |

The War Part 3

EVENING

Corpses and torsos lay on the disvirgined field, some have lances on there 
heads
Some bayonets on their hearts, some sabers in their stomachs.
Blood flowed like water. Lucky ones groans
But they are killed by the other wounded enemies
The cloud turns red. More still to go.

They wait for whom to attack first, the opposites did
They never touched their artilleries when their bombardiers did
Guns danced in the air, hands up, heads up, mouths up all down.
Their artillery returned fire, the same happened
The opposite had more arms, the killed more.

It was now time for the royal armies.
Each sides commanded by the Field Marshals.
White horses took to the fronts the whole army at the back
Seeing their Field Marshal’s Very Light the horses moved
The clashed was not ordinary. It was spiritual.

Heads rolled in the air legs and arms dance alone
For an hour the war came to its peak.
Artilleries were fired, square where made
And the cavalry moved like stampedes
The war was now disorganized swords were drawn.

Swordsmen reined while musketeers failed
Ten thousand men all dead of a course side will have to win
It was only a difference of hundred men. 
The reason for war?
A princess who is now married to a charming peasant.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Shadow

Walking with me, it moves along,
Contorting with me, to me it belong.
It’s tied to me as a chain,
I know it’s with me, it would never wane.

There lies poise between it and me,
Grasping me, never allows to flee.
Together we go, without any tiff,
Casting my image, it stays stiff.

It survives in bright, perishes when it’s dark,
It does exist on a spark.
Following always, it never goes astray,
Stuck with me, can’t think of betray, it always stay.

Gives me sense to be stronger, as I walk,
I halt on the way, admire it, if it could talk.
God knows, why it is made so conventional,
Unceasingly it swings parallel.

At a certain time, everything departs, saying farewell,
Except for my shadow, the one will always dwell.
It certainly is the symbol of faith and duty,
It is the only companion, who has eternity.

A dark image staying in me,
Forever as one could see.
As long as I will be,
I desire to see, no ‘you’ and ‘me’, but a ‘we’.


Details | Elegy | |

Poor Anna

For fleeting fame, a chance to shine
Her need for love and acceptance overwhelming.
Casting out all values and decorum
Her thoughts focused on only the prize she seeks

For fortune and celebrity outweigh the moral dilemma
Her sense of propriety and self-respect clouded
As she chases wealth and jewels and raiment’s of gold
This gilded beauty seeks the flash of celebrity with her gleaming smile

Unaware or oblivious to the emptiness of her chosen existence
The love so superficial…the acceptance a façade
Yet a growing void within, unfilled and gnawing at her soul,
She fails to understand, consumed with superficial desires…so many detractors

Instead, reaching still for her star, the mores of society cast aside
Ambition soon replaced with desperation as the pillars fall one by one
Surrounding herself with the leaches that prey upon the weak
Believing their lies, slipping further into the abyss of a lost soul

Clinging to the fleeting relief of drugs and salacious acts
Until the naïve young woman who once existed slips beyond salvation
Ambition and determination replaced with a need for instant gratification
Needing something to ease the agonizing pain of what she has created

But a loss so profound pushes her beyond coping with the anguish
Not even a true and genuine new love would be enough to heal 
For her wounds are deep and many, and not one loves enough to see
Her end is in sight; as such tragedies have befallen the iconic fatales before her

Fleeting and elusive the adoration she craves…And no one hears; no one sees  
While alone in a strange city and hotel room, her flame flickers and tragically dies
As her legend quickly becomes greater than her life had ever been
Will she revel in her place in history?  Or is she simply gone; destroyed by us all.


Details | Elegy | |

Robert Hayden

Who has heard the voice?
Who knows the verse,
on a quiet Sunday that waits
silently? No one has seen.

Who has learned 
of the champion from Detroit,
the laureate of America,
the subtle poet of history
pacing the halls of the black mind?

What has been the pride
of a near blind man,
who took the bus, and doesn’t drive
to work everyday,
but who saw life’s light?

Who has heard the voice?
No one has seen.
Who does not ignore
the poetry of the 1st laureate
of a culture versatile?
Robert Hayden.
Students might never see.


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting...

Waiting... By: Candice 


He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance.

With each passing day his heart grows colder.

His passion for violence grows immensely

and the remnants of his " once was life" are no longer fresh in his mind.

Gunfire and roadside bombs were now a part of his everyday life.

He''d give anything to be at home, warming a bottle for a midnight feeding,

or preparing to change a diaper who had been a victim of a disastrous explosion.

He smiles to himself thinking of his new baby boy

and prays to God that he will return home safely to hold the precious miracle of life

that he had not yet laid eyes or hands on.

He tightly closes his eyes to hold back the threat of oncoming tears.

Images of a deadly blast just days before crowd his mind,

He begins to weep.

This war torn life would affect him for all eternity.

He was in fact, a victim of war.

He would never know another restful night.

Rest doesn''t come easy for a man who has seen men blown to pieces by bombs and lifeless
on the terrain.

However the disaster of a lost life somehow brings him strength to drudge through another day.

He takes out the crumpled birth announcement.,

reads the print and gently tucks it away.

He had never known such an emptiness.

Everyday he waits.

For what he is not sure.

He just prays in the end, it will have been worth it.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Shadow of Goodbye

A look from a stranger
a cry from a lost friend
no one saw it coming
no one until the end.

Everyone was happy
everyone cried
I guess when its time 
we have to say goodbye.

My eyes  filled with tears
as you turn and walk away
hoping you might think of me
someday.

 I left with my  head messed up
and my  hopes down the drain.
 
You wanted me happy
guess we  couldn't  be the same

The last time I saw you
was the last time I cried

I left without breathing 
A shadow of goodbye.

Terri
 8/30/2006


Details | Rhyme | |

To a Good Dog, Our Loafy

His name was Troy, but I called him Loafy,
Cause he looked like a loaf of bread;
Fat, so fat his neck had rolls,
Right up to the top of his head.
That little dog was so determined,
So full of life and zest;
He’d need a ramp to mount the sofa,
Or fall flat on his chest.
And in the wintertime he’d freeze,
And stand there till he died;
So we would put his booties on,
And walk him by our side.
Sometimes we’d have to carry him,
Cause arthritis was his vice;
His legs so narrow, just like sticks,
Would crumble on the ice.
He’d chase the cat but scramble much,
And bark a whiny bark;
So heavy, he’d roll off the couch,
To catch it in the dark.
But Loafy, he was loved by all,
Until that faithful day;
When something started to appear,
Upon his face of grey.
It seemed that thing that grew on him,
Made all his ailments worse;
He barely walked and couldn’t bark,
Without a heaving curse.
So with a heavy sigh of sorrow,
We took him to the vet;
They told us he had cancer now,
Our mother’s loving pet.
That day was harder than the next,
For our endearing mother;
She left her Troy to go to sleep,
And never loved another.


Details | Blank verse | |

The letter

I've fallen today on the war field
with my gun and a picture of you 
these are my final words hear them loud
for i hear the angels singing in the clouds

your my everything,your my world
make sure to kiss our little girls
say goodbye to my mom and hug my dad
and don't forget the wonderful  life we've had

now i hear amazing grace coming closer to me
this note that i am writing is for your eyes to see
i hope someone will give to you this letter for me
because i will pass on today for the land of the free

i see the gates and i am about to go in
so these last few words is all i can do
my breathing is getting harder and its time for me to go
so baby i love you and I'll be watching you, maybe
not in person but in soul, tell our girls their mom loves them so

so whenever you are lonely,i will be there
and tell our little girls to keep up with there prayers
cause i will be listening all the way up here


Details | Ballade | |

A War Part 1

DAWN

Disagreement the reason of the war
Day, place and time is set
Arrangements begins. Arsenals are emptied
Recruitment had finished, training almost done
The day comes, marching begins

In a very orderly manner, the two opposite sides
Line up on the far ends of the virgin field
For some hours, some marchings are done at both sides
News and strategies are being spread by scout men
When everything is set the war is set.

Commandant Generals of both sides
On their horses meet at the middle of the fertile field
The favorite side ask his enemy to surrender
The enemy refuses, the generals moves 
Back to the top of the hills to give supreme orders.

Artilleries are loaded, infantry fix their bayonets
Squadrons check their lances and sabers
Common soldiers fear for their lives
Sergeants suppress their fears ready to act on orders.
Brigadiers, colonels, and captains ready to give order.

Signals are given, “fire!” Artilleries twenty at once, vomit deaths
They land, they uproot they fertile soil. Guns in the air,
Hands up, heads up mouths up all down. Voices of agony were heard.
After two rounds, the opposite withdraw not retreat
Thinking they did they move forward, the opposite attack


Details | I do not know? | |

our son

my familys love is tight
remind us thinks be alright
by our side they always stand
ready to hold our hand

they remind us to be tough
as we go down road that rough
they remind us to always cope
and never give up any hope

they always remind us to be strong
as we feel thinks are going wrong 
they always know right think to say
as they try to take our pain away

they always have time to spare
as they will always be there
they remind us of gods love 
as we morn for our son above


Details | Narrative | |

Death and beyond

Hours transpired like every other day. Perched on the trees, sparrows chirped, keeping the dreadful silence at bay, and sunlight across the land, whipped. Laid there on the grassy lawn, was a lovely lass dressed in a corset. Smelling the blossoms like a fawn, enchanted was she by nature's best. Up the hill ran a hysterical lad, his face as white as a sheet, shattered her heart to more than just a shard, and made her swoon to her feet. Minutes rolled to hours, and hours to days, and there she sat like a stone. With her eyes so lifeless and cold, her once rosy lips now as dry as a bone. Draining her blood was her soul, turning her visage as of a ghoul. Neither did she eat, nor drink, as she stooped over life's brink. Deep down was an endless bottom, which her rotting psyche couldn't fathom. The day came when her eyes lit up, like a hopeless spark in a dark cavern. She let go and set her eyes on the stars afar, and said "I'll be there wherever you are".


Details | Ballad | |

Nobody's Child

Where was I born, who do I know,
All that I own is all here on show.
I’m nobody’s child, a child of the street,
Does that make me wrong, am I incomplete?

The beginning was the end for me,
It was all downhill for all but me to see.
I reached out for the sun and moon,
Not knowing that soon, they would both be in tune.

The drunken, shaking hand rises up again,
Leaving me alone with my new pain.
I only wanted to show that I can grow,
Have I learn’t more than I should know?

I can not cry, I can not show any fear,
I haven’t cried at all this year.
What is happiness, alcohol knows no limits, 
The futures not bright if I’m not in it.

As sure as the night will follow the day,
I’m destined to wander, you know I won’t stay.
The road is my bible, the stars my guide,
From winged creatures, I must run and hide.

I’m nobody’s child, asleep at the wheel,
Uppers and Downers, I will pop any pill.
Into the darkness, awake to the end,
How do I know that you are my friend?

I never looked for two paths, even when I had a choice,
I can hear so many people talking but only one voice.
I can not get even, let alone even the score,
I’m nobody’s child, do you see anything more?

The holes in the floor are round and not square,
Sometimes I think that they are not there.
Where do I stand and where do I go,
I’m nobody’s child, does it really show?

There is someone standing over me, smiling bright,
I am pulled in two directions, from the dark to the light.
Maybe I wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t all my fault,
I’m nobody’s child, perhaps I just wasn’t caught.


Details | I do not know? | |

Kill Me

Kill me, you feel that is right.
Kill me, on this dark cold night.
With a knife in your hand and a gleam in your eye,
Bid me a sweet, sweet goodbye.
Kill me, everyone wants you to.
Kill me, aim the knife at my heart and plunge it through.


Details | Epitaph | |

Ode To Todd (1963-2001)

I would like to tell you
About Todd, our brother
He was one of a kind
Unlike any other

Todd played a mean banjo
He could sing like a pro
The group that he played in
Would put on a good show

Todd knew all about cars
Fixed their faults everytime
He bought them, he sold them
Seems he owned every kind

Friend John took him flying
A thrill Todd did enjoy
Loved to ride his Goldwing
His favorite grown-up toy

Todd cruised on the bike trail
He couldn't be kept down
Days at Mid-Ohio
Car shows out of town

Dedicated at work
Though health was not ample
Optimistic fighter
To all, an example

Todd, a loving father
A son, and a brother
Grandson, uncle and friend
Unlike any other.


Details | Free verse | |

All By Himself

 
                                 Taunted, torn to rags by 

                                 a torturous crowd.

                                 A body hangs lifeless as
                                 His head is clad with 

                                 thorns...

                                 A melody of blood and 
                                 tears trickles down His
                                 cheek...

                                 a Mother's kiss...

                                 silent screams...


Details | Free verse | |

Story of my Grandpa's Estate part 2

I remember being in the sky with him
He was a pilot
He let me hold the stick
And now how awful he was betrayed while he was alive
And didn’t know any better
And the truth didn't come to the surface 
Until after my step grandma passed away
I remember the good days grandpa
Let those greedy losers have the money
I know you’re still in the sky
And you must have been there when you were going through that hell
But after it was all said and done
It feels like I’m the one shattered
And I’m the one that fell six feet

I'm changed forever
No dent in my forehead
No medication will change what happened to you or my side of the family
I can’t make them do what’s right
Under rug swept
They sure love to spend your money
While I live on government assistance
And people who aren’t your blood relatives now receive my college funds
Go to school
I don't know if they'll ever read this
Or if they knew how I truly felt
And I had the chance to humble them grandpa
How I want to make you proud in the best way
I don't know if they would know what to say

This has gone on for years
Torn from nightmare
to choke down the next sour grape
To be thrown away creatively by someone else
It was tragedy after tragedy after tragedy
And they all think I’m too out of touch to realize anything or have an opinion
They must think my heads in the clouds
But I’m still in an airplane I guess
Flying with you
On my first flying lesson

And I can’t fathom the wonderful memories you left for everyone else
But I wont tarnish your name any further
And I’m sorry I have

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Details | Free verse | |

My Fading Lasher

Fortunes spread an open tie.
He is bleeding.
His lungs will die.
His legs will give,
His face will fail.
His eyes,
Decrepit,
Once were real.
He'll lie at rest,
Drunk with a disturbed damnation
Blooming in his mouth.
Approachable,
For I too bloomed there.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Gunslinger

He was a gunslinger from the lone star state,
With a mind full of anger and a heart full of hate.
He wore two six shooters,one on each hip,
With the notches of the dead cut into the grip.
The eyes of this gunslinger showed no emotion or fear,
Every one kept there eyes on him when he was near.
Then along came a stranger,with a star upon his chest,
Looking for the man from the deep southwest.
He called the man out from the lone star state.
He knew that talking was useless,his words would carry no weight.
As they pulled there guns,the gunslinger gave it his best.
But the bullet that struck first was from the man with the star on his chest.
When the gunslinger hit the ground,the marshal asked him why,
The man from the lone star state showed emotion and shed a tear from his eye.
She was just a kid when the gang rode into town,
She was barely sixteen,why did they gun her down.
You finally put me to rest,the anger and hate will finally subside,
And as the gunslinger past away,the marshal finally knew why.


Details | Free verse | |

THE CRIME

(for Neil)

I wonder if you remember,
the dog you killed that day
on the way back from the Stony Rises?

You were driving, talking about
yourself, I think,
or maybe you were singing along
to some song on the radio.

Up ahead, the boy on a bicycle
pedaled against the wind,
dog by his side.

It happened so quickly,
you were driving so fast
you nearly didn’t stop,
thinking, hoping, perhaps,
that you’d only imagined it.

When we backed up the boy was
on his knees, hands hovering over
the dead animal.

"Sorry about that, mate,"
was all you could say.

Fighting back tears and disbelief
the boy looked up:

"Oh, that’s all right," he said.



Details | I do not know? | |

Rockstar



Sex drugs and rock n' roll,
a rockers lifestyle may seem
the way to go.

You would
think they're worth their
weight in gold, yet gold can
be melted and poured away.

A rockers lifestyle may lead
to his own doomsday


Details | Ballad | |

FOR THOSE I DIDN'T KNOW

They slowly walk to Ground Zero
to grieve for someone they lost or know,
I came to this site for all the fallen;
great sadness mixed with supreme joy,
because they've reached the ultimate glory...
in that place where no one is alone!

My poem is for those I didn't know,
for someone who needed help, but wasn't there;
I would have given up the very breath of this life
to have saved,at least, one soul...
not to make another bell toll!
This loud and deep voice
would have called out to them with infinite grace,
to pull their trapped bodies out of the flames;
and they would have answered me with a whisper...
to lead them, from the mortal darkness, into the living light!

Seasons change colors,
and every year one seems
different from the other;
I stay the same forever...
remembering that nobody 
is safe anyplace, or anywhere!
Be alert and vigilant as they couldn't be...
our enemies are full of treachery,
and trepidation is a sign of sure weakness;
they intimitate us with another menace!  

My poem is for those I didn't know,
and being that stranger I feel even more;
I would have offered my kind arms,
and let their wish,to stay alive,
fall in this caring heart flowing with kindness:
I would have taken their place and gladly died!


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma

I've cried many tears
For many different reasons
But when you left is when I cried the most
You watched over me 
You loved me
I was growing closer to you everyday
You told me stories 
You never told me lies
I trusted you
When you went away I didn't want you to
I knew we'd all miss you
Everyone said you were in a better place
You were in pain
That you couldn't carry-on
I miss you
I'll always miss you
But in a funny way, you'll always be here with me.

Dedicated To:  Hilda P. Smith/ my mom-mom


Details | Free verse | |

Another Day

So she disembarks and disengages, -1
People try to read her like a book,
But she’s missing pages,
No one even noticed her gone for ages,
So her mind just rages on,
No one ever knowing she’s gone,
To him it’s just another one of her cons,
But he decides to linger on anyway,
Doesn’t want to be another statistical runaway,
Yet, he still can’t ignore what the people say,
Their words of hate that scar and fray,
So he does is best not to stray,
And remember what his mother used to say,
Another time, another day,
Another place, another way…

1- First line is from "Death of a Martian" by Red Hot Chili Peppers


Details | I do not know? | |

Pointless, Worthless, War

Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Sweet Jesus

four
figures
cradling
Jesus in their
arms




Tribute To Jesus Christ
{Amen}


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
The Deposition Contest
GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispering

He fought and fought,
Died and she began to cry.
Everynight, she would see him in her dreams,
As a ghost, along a beautiful coast...
Saying "It always seems like you're here..."
"But you've disappeared."
In the nightlight,
He shined bright with all his might,
Just to give her one last kiss goodnight,
"Good-bye, my love...",
Flying high into the clouds...
And whispering through the dark skies.


Details | Elegy | |

Little Boy

Oh please little boy, please don't cry
Mommy went away
Daddy's here to stay
Please little boy, I love you so
Mommy's coming back
She didn't go!
Oh please little boy don't go away
Mommy will cry
While we go play
Please little boy won't you stay?
Gone forever
Still this day


Details | Senryu | |

I'll Never Forget


i’ll never forget…
the September skies, wrapping
innocent spirits


Details | Ballad | |

Outback Duel

There are no laws designed by man, that mean a thing out where,
The drying sun on pastel lands, can’t lead all to despair,
Where frightened eyes can see for miles, across the saltbush plains,
Where death becomes a great relief, to those who suffer pains.

And I who after all these years, look back and still recall,
What I consider in my mind, the worst death of them all,
When near finished droving, what must have been ten thousand sheep,
Out there on those lonely plains, two deaths near made me weep.

My dogs and I were droving, the last two thousand for the shed,
On a station north-west of Balranald, where I’d always see ‘em dead,
Bogged in the tanks, or near the tracks, bleached bones and dirty wool,
Eye-less sockets, (blame the crows), or dingo’s never full.

Yet nothing hit me harder, when I noticed white and dull,
In the distance to the left of me, an old merino’s skull,
With spiral horns of mammoth size, fit for a bar room trophy,
Still where the old ram met his death, entangled in a tree. 

I tried to judge the reason, tried to reconstruct the plot,
I could only guess the ram, went to rub an itchy spot,
On that Belar of tender age, a trunk still straight and slim,
One horn wound like a corkscrew that soon entangled him.

Lord knows how long that luckless ram, walked around the tree,
A deep circled trench gave evidence, walked ‘round endlessly,
Alas though if it was not thirst, his dilemma doomed him prey,
Torn to pieces by a pack, or wedge-tailed eagles had their way.

I remember lifting up my head, and took the time to ponder,
The vast emptiness surrounding me, and that struggle over yonder,
One Belar had met its fate, where there’s no referee or rule…  
One merino lost its life, in this tragic outback duel.


Details | Narrative | |

The Legend Of Julie Faye

  
Her name was Julie Faye.
   She was a little runaway.
She ran from home, the scene was bad.
   Beaten by her mom, molested by her dad.
She fled to the streets she had no choice.
   At least out there she had a voice.
Just thirteen and on her own.
   Neither love nor kindness was ever shown.
No childhood life could she expect.
   And no expectations as to what life would offer to her next.
Panhandling on the street was the way to eat.
    But it’s a dead end road this life on the street.
Eating out of a dumpster sometimes was the only way.
   To feed yourself, stay alive for just one more day.
Little Julie reached a point where her sanity broke.
   The streets just too hard for a lot of folk.
On the overpass she stood with no good memories at all.
   As she climbed up on the railing I said be careful you’ll fall.
Well she smiled for the first time since we had met.
   She said I’m gonna do it, do you want to bet.
And before I could stop her she threw herself to the street.
   Julie Faye I’m gonna miss you, you were just too kind and sweet.
Julie why did you go and do that don’t you know that’s wrong?
    I’m sorry I didn’t see it coming, I didn’t know you weren’t that strong.
Well good luck to you Julie wherever your at.
   I guess I’ll take your bedroll you won’t be a needing that.
         Good Luck Julie !


Details | Haiku | |

Last Kiss

last kiss
before dying
how tragic




Tribute To 
Our Loved Ones 
On The Other Side

{R.I.P.}


Details | Pastoral | |

IN THE COLONY OF RAGS

Slain without swords they are 
Though the airy wordly air 
They inhale yet in graceless lack

Behold in the colony of wretchedness
Naked children begging alms
From brothers-not brothers

See as flies soar above sores
On their broken soles pus to lick
From the leaking flesh of starving souls

Don't their ribs tell the origin of bones?
Aren't worms molesting their intestines? 
Don't they a place share in the supreme likeness?

Deserted cold gutter-side is their safe haven at night
And without meals they exit in multiple batches
To account for the trilemma of their ragged souls


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Will we ever understand

The waves of death...

"What a wonderful world we live in",
Are the words that are frequently said. 
But an earthquake in Asia some years ago, 
Left thousands of people dead. 

An earthquake borne from far within,
This planets deep blue sea. 
Islands and countries forever scarred,
By a raging tsunami.

To witness such acts of nature,
Hearing screams and deathly squeals. 
The waters relentless advancing force,
Gripping at peoples heels. 
Trains tossed aside like childrens toys,
While bodies flow on by. 
Thousands trapped beneath the waves,
How could so many die? 

As waters receded, only then did we see,
What destruction was lain in our path. 
Bodies and buildings entombed in mud,
A product of natures wrath.

Bodies strewn across the plains,
Once blessed by Gods' own hand. 
Orphans and widows left in its wake,
Will we ever understand? 

Such a disaster never seen before,
Brought on by a killer tide. 
May we never see its like again,
And may God always be at your side...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

So Tiny

The thoughts of you, brings tears to my eyes. The tiny eyes, that I'll never get to look into. The tiny hands, I'll never get to hold. My heart breaks, when I think about, the tiny heart I'll never get to feel, the tiny voice I'll never get to hear, the tiny body I'll never get to hold closely. So tiny, So small. but our love for you, so strong.


Details | Free verse | |

Warnings from the Waterfly

Taking use of a waterfly
She merrily drifts on
To a tired petty refuge...
For the last time.
The waterfly is gentle
Beyond it's appearance.
It's wings bellow 
A deep hum 
And it's ventriloquist  eyes
Are forever waiting beneath the sea.
You lay a few cautious kisses
Upon it's head.
It's been so tedious over the years.
So careful to go 
To each specific place.
It's corpulent body
Trembles in it's pace
And carries you into 
A stronger current,
Ignoring the ancient palace.
Your curiosity fumbles 
With his golden reigns.
He turns back
Unwillingly.
Strange.
Strange that this old waterfly
No longer knows his way.
Strange, he seems
Reluctent to obey.
She strokes his weary head
And they arrive at their destination.
What a strange being.
She wonders as she 
Searches his age old face 
Worn at the edges with
Touches of silver splinters
And water rust.
Each crease and fold
Holding more water
Than the hungry path in which they travel.
Don't go.
Begging,
Selfish,
Incandescent,
Loathing.
Don't go.
This is what his front
Would say
But it never makes it past his
Studded, smooth, eroded teeth.
She left.
She walked below the bridge instead.
She opened the door to the palace
Where brave men no longer venture.
She spots a cold dark woman
With a veiled face and frowning brows.
She wears a white familiar dress.
All to familiar to the waterfly flyer.
She stares at the eyes of the dangling woman.
They protrude from her skull
In a somewhat modest fashion,
Like a prostitute,
Avoiding the burns of the limelight.
They devoured her face and 
Left her lips parted with slurred speech.
The wedding march
From a Midsummer Night's  Dream
Slowy churned on beneath the stifled murmurs.
She heard murmurs.
Her distant husband sat in a corner
With three limpid bitter seas
Tumbling from his green skies.
He held a wrinkled, written prose
Within his trembling hands.
She left me her body,
He cried.
She always left me her body.
And the waterfly fell silent.


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Ok Mama To Let Go

it's ok mama to let go
for the angels told me so
i'm no longer afraid 
to be on my own

it's ok mama to let go
go be with daddy 
so he doesn't feel 
so all alone

it's ok mama to let go
you've earn your wings
for god has told me so

it's ok mama to let go
i'll be waiting and watching
for your spirits aglow

it's ok mama to let go
for god exponged that cancer
and now lets you travel to and fro



Happy Mother's Day Mama {1934 - 2005 }
RIP


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I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence







Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers
    R.I.P.


Details | Epitaph | |

Laurel And Hardy {Epitaph}

                                      American duo great humorists by far
                                      A famous act of our cinema history
                                     Hal Roach's most lucrative comedy stars
                                     Revived on our T.V's in movies or mysteries






 In Loving Memory Of
     Laurel And Hardy





Thanks Again To 
Sir Joseph Spence




Epitaph is a commemorative poem inscribed on a tombstone or mortuary 
monument written in praise of a deceased person.  Generally, epitaphs are 
small poems with rhyming lines written in reflection of the deceased person’s 
life.  They are not always somber and some are very humorous and witty.


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The Suicide Note

The day has come for me to leave,
cut myself oh so deep, cut myself to see it bleed.
Now I say all my goodbyes we will meet again.
When I die please don't cry.As a bird I fly so hoping I 
soon will die.As I sit and wait for this I know my death 
is coming quick. My Suicide has come to me,
 now I die so peacefully.





Copyright © 2007


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Shoe Murderer

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


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This is real

Take a step back
Just to catch my breath
Close my eyes
So I wont have to see what's coming next
Holing on tight
And try not to loose my grip
Watch my blood drip
Cuz Im just that pissed
Take my own life
Cuz aint nothing out here for me
Im NEVER gonna be fulfilled
always left empty
Take a step back
and then I trip
No one catches me
Close my eye
and no one bothers to look at me
Hold on tight...
but then I let go


Details | I do not know? | |

A Band Of Brothers

A band of brothers rushed through the door
Suddenly a thunderous roar was heard and  hey were no more
A giant cloud enveloping all in it’s way
Tuning everything to night where once before there was day
Powdery white dust everywhere
Stinging one’s eyes and polluting the air
He sounds of sirens heard everywhere
But safety and shelter wee found no where
Someone said many were trapped inside
It was there and then I began to cry
So many lost on that day
So many lives taken away
These souls taken from their loved ones
For no reason for it was nothing that they had done
We stand by and watched and prayed
Yet hope grows dim with each passing day
We offer our prayers and honor their memory
We give courage to their family
And as they look down on us this day
They  know that those who have done this will pay








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~Brandon~

Delicate one
Gossomer glass
We hoped without knowledge
that this too would pass

(For somewhere a rainbow
whispers your words
Bending and stretching
to hear and be heard)

Delicate one
Candle in wisps
Breath to the sky
in a circling kiss

(Shadows were heavy
and troubles were nigh,
and now, without knowledge,
we tenderly cry...)


This is for Brandon Basson, who, I have learned, passed away the morning of June 20th.


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object

were spiders reach the lonesome dust,
                        here endures a jar robust.
it bares no needles, nails or rust,
       but the object all should trust.
it knows no hate, greed or lust,
                    without it, all is lost...

a white-coat appears and take the heart,
        his last remainder to be taken apart.


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Bad Feeling

Dehy-
dra-
tion

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a
r
r
a
n
g
i
n
g

my
mi
nd
go      in       g

SCRABBLE
                   on me.

ag
    ai
        n

th
en    
      all of a 
                  sud
                   den-

all the lights go out.


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A DAUGTER'S PRAYER

Dear Lord

Thank you for giving me the mother I had
Thank you for always helping her 
Thank you for making her so sweet
For her unconditional love
Her kind spirit and gentle words.

Thank you Lord for the time we had
All the good times and the bad
Dear Lord you know the pain I have
The longing for her everyday
I know you need her now.

There was so much I still
Wanted to say and do
Dear Lord I ask you now
To please help me through
Take good care of her

My Mother whom I loved so…..


This poem is in remembrance of my mother-in-law.
I dedicate this to my sister-in-law.


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Tommy's patch

(Aids memorial quilt, February 2005) 

I. 
As a native girl too, 
grapefruit tanned, knew the secret 
to Florida oranges. 
That the sweetest nectar, 
broken open 
piece by piece, 
points naturally toward the 
thumb tip,  dips delicately 
across the taste buds. 
I am sure 
Tommy held them this way 
many times, 
far away from the dull blue 
surrounded Florida 
painted on his cloth tombstone. 

II. 
The heart of Texas was Bill. 
Not the plastered crumbled clay 
of the Alamo, 
where the dead still wandered 
aimlessly, gaunt faced, austere and unknowing 
of their long abandonment. 

I wondered 
if Bill liked ten gallon hats. 
If Tommy would scold him every time he put one 
on before planting 
light bird nest hands on his shoulders 
and pulling tight 
with pressed lips, 
telling Bill to remember Tommy, not the Alamo, 
so his apparitions can stalk at daylight 
with green tea and an orange on the thumb 
unabandoned in the heart of Texas. 


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Bombay Missiles

From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.

The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine, 
Held, ye plot to an affright baker’s dozen bams.
He who fended collared gravely, and he who
Fathered, headed for the hills. 
Passing of breaths and the devour city
Bellowing mother’s cry and bemused father
The helpless baby yet addled with a smile.
The speechless contrarian and the stock market blues
Mongers fall back and the bollywood whodunit. 
Queried world and hastening federations 
The eventual address to make for red alert. 

Staked City and yet another lionize attack
To their day of remembrance on the cause of vandalism
Dawdled to a tetrad later 
Abided by the juvenility of their community
Held, ye plot to an heptad bams.
Office hour rushed shush dead to the world
Aghast citizenry and deplorable family
Her plighting husband to return and son’s oft exacts
Left apart for an unknown time.

Ruled by terrorism, shame upon faith
Around-the-clock yet another hark back
Abided by the army of pure
Held, ye plot to tenner explosions.
Challenges taken were overwhelm 
An arrest bore witness
Yet, 
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.


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Star-Crossed Lovers

This is a Romer & Juliet Poem.
I love that book.
------

Victims of fate,
Running out of hope.
Hoping to get back together,
To be with their loved one forever.
Wishing to hold on to each other,
These star-crossed lovers. 
 

The plans that never worked,
The ideas that had failed.
Soon this entire fate,
Will bee mislead cause of their demise.
Wishing to kill for one another,
These star-crossed lovers.


 

Always to be remembered.
This wife Juliet,
And her Romeo.
To love one another,
These star-crossed lovers.
These victims of fate.
They could have had hope.
These star-crossed lovers,
Will always have love.


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Back To Earth

There you are

Even the earth has forsaken you

What were the fruits
That motivate indecency?
Forbidden 
Incomparable the ache

What have you done?
Back to earth that
Swallowed you up
Being to dust

Is it rewarding?
To be so cruel
You broke the rule
That binds intimacy



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29th October ' 05

The puja festival was just over;
Happiness was still alive;
Days were going fair-
And bees murmur still charmed the hives.

Four days to go to Diwali-
Time was outruning curiosity;
The lights were about to lightened -
But there was a chill of terror with which everyone was frightened.

Delhi blew up in a bigger light!
That fell like a black curtain upon every sight-
The sky was blackened on 29th Oct of date,
Which caused many to meet their early fate.

Oh! God how this came upon?
That blackened the dews still in the lawn;
Great men say you forgive all !!
Then what was the curse that covered hundreds with death shawl? 


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REFLECTIONS OF A MORIBUND

Rage
can't
discern
its enemy
when it plays foul;
it's an opaque stage set by fate...     


Gray
hair,
and age
are a curse:
if wisdom and joy
aren't there to feed the soul's warm fire...
  

Love
lives
where there's
the light of trust;
none of us would be
showing kindness in times of need... 


Open
both
arms and greet
whoever mourns;
comfort is a spring,
which quenches the seeker's immense thirst...

  
Death
comes
quickly
to take away
life without mercy;
loss is greater than immortal grief...


Faith
can
dispel
anything,
which conflicts with truth;
hope is the strength of the believer...  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too




In Loving Memory 
       of 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }


Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }


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It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


Details | I do not know? | |

*AN UNEXPECTED GOOD-BYE*

Why is it terrible things
Happen to the ones we love most
The ones who never complain
Who never brag or boast

A day prepared too soon
A good-bye unexpected to say
He's in all of our thoughts
And in every prayer we pray

Some may question why
And long for words unsaid
But he's gone somewhere special
Walking on ground we've yet to tread

An exceptional individual
Impossible not to love
He's no longer with us
But with the Lord above


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Mothers, Sons, Drugs, and Rum

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


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once longing love

This time your eyes don't seem to bare the familiar strength
you been staying away from me you've gone to every length
i did every thing i could to lend a helping hand
now your broken and its hard to under stand
this was no ones plan love makes harsh demands

even though i can see your heart is truly broke
when i tried to hold you i was just a joke
now things are changed nothing like before
i have become something so much more
a ache still nags deep within my core a life left in ashes spread upon the floor

i wonder where you ll go who you ll see
i wonder if the only thing you think about is me
the empty hole of things left unsaid
a wall of noise stands strong in my head
some how this feel like I'm dead but I'm watching in you go instead

how many times could i try to be the one you needed but i know it was the ego i feed ed
a callous soul without any notion of truth hope or devotion
farewell my once longing love


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Virginia Tech massacre

Bodies hit the floor like raindrops,

Drops not numbered just seen,

Falling one after the other,

Falling down,

They hit the ground and dissipate,

Not there for long,

Why is not known,

But the bodies hit the floor one after the other,

Like rain in a storm,

Not numbered just seen.

Then gone.


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Not Alone

For now that I have gone home
It is time for you to hold the throne
To fear the least my young child 
Just know that you are not alone.

To hear the whispers and see the flickers 
To remember our little Jokes and long snickers
To avoid any groans and moans
Just know that you are not alone.

For a vision that may overtake
A site of me you may mistake
For what Im now could be stone 
Just know that you are not alone.

Within this world of great deceased
I bring about you joy and peace
And with every smile on your face its shown
So just know you are not alone. 

For one day soon you will come
And again together we'll be as one
Within this heavenly place called home
Until then just know that you are not alone.

And that you are still alive
In you my child I shall reside
But one day eventually you will see
the same treatment done to me--
In which my master will set YOU free.


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Darkness

In the darkness they creep 
In the darkness wee sleep
Dreams that they invade 
In the darkness people are murdered 
In the darkness no one cares 
Eyes watching your every move 
What people should or shouldn't do
In the darkness people are robbed for their dreams 
Remember everything is not what it seems 
For in the darkness you are never alone 
For your sins you must atone


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Explosion

For the fire stings and burns
As the fires flame toss and turns
For wince you hear the big bang
A once proud man is left to hang
On a limb to fall and die
All goes black, no ground, no sky
You wish to see the one true thing
 And give the persons wedding ring
The pain you felt a bullet wound
And now you think your life is ruined
You see the lights cross your face
You see a flashback smashing mace
On that last breath you make a wish
And hear it comes the awful hiss
You cry and beg and plead and wine
Then at last you saw a sign
And herd a screech of flat line tone
In real life you give a groan
The Doctor says you’ve gone and pass 
He jumped but to feel the grasp
Of an almost dead, cold hand
He stares at you and you look back
He quickly un-zipped the body sack 
To yell to all that he pulled it off
He back to life and give a cough
The dead mans stare gives him chills
For he knew of his final fill
He did not want this man to suffer
As he noticed that life if rougher
So he pulled the gun from his holster
And blew his brain across the poster
He dropped his gun and sat to cry
And he looked in daze at the great blue sky
He ask forgiveness and then it came 
That he is in heavens hall of fame
For he let that man pass away
For on that day that god did say
“You set this man from his prison
And now I have for you one last mission.”
For he never knew what was to do,
For his voice was not but a coo,
 For now I leave this up to you,
And finish this poem in your time due.


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They Passed Your Way

They passed your way young soldiers, their names we'll not forget.
They marched to tunes of glory, with the cadence of a vet.

While pipers played their chanters, the drones made mystic sounds.
The tune an ode to soldiers, who'd fight on foreign ground.

Their pace was slow and steady, a metronome to sound.
They marched to tunes of glory, they would die on foreign ground.

Their battle now is over, they'll hear our pipes no more.
They are marching to Valhalla, on a far and distant shore.

They'll rest there in Valhalla, where the sun will always shine.
Where the mist clings to the mountains, until the end of time.

Where pipers play their chanters, and drones make mystic sounds.
Where tunes are played for soldiers, who died on foreign ground.

Now we will all remember, when sons are sent afar.
That pipers played a last lament at Kabul, and Kandahar.


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Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


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OH, MARIANNA GRAZIA!

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


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


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


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


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


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Hatred

Hatred flows through my veins
I try to just hide the pain
You changed my way of life
I feel like I've been stabbed with a knife
I wish you could just go your separate way
You played my heart like it was clay
You don't seem to care
The pain I feel everywhere


You ask for forgiveness
You ask for another chance

You ask if we can be friends
Let this all be clensed
How could this have come to be
Everything between you and me
Its come to an end
Nothing could ever mend

What you did the other day
When all you had to do was say
I'm sorry Jarrod but its over
She doesn't realize, she was my controller :/

P.S. I'm sorry guys I'm going through rough times as these poems have said and I've been having family problems, from today on expect one poem a day and maybe 2 if I miss a day.


Details | Rhyme | |

My love for you

If I could take away all of your ugly pain
If inner peace and love I'd help you gain
My love to you I would fly over the moon
I'd hope and pray it would reach you soon
If one small smile could make you glow
To help make sad times not so slow
You are beautiful, you  shine so bright
Into our lives you've shed a sweet light
Remember when I was just a little kid?
You loved me so deeply, yes you did
Now it's my turn to give you some love
My mentor & aunt, pure as a white dove
When you need to laugh, talk, or to cry
I will be there for you, I promise I'll try
To comfort and help you get through
All the sad times and the happy ones too
So let these words comfort your broken heart
Because forever in my life you will have a part


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Here he stands

Here he stands
In the light
At the gate
Waiting patiently
Years past
Flowers drop
Tree's die
His life is no more
Here he stands 
Waiting on me
When i do not show
He cries
He misses me
Here he stands
In the light
At the gate
Waiting patiently
A year past
I cry myself to sleep
And I die on my bed
There he stands
Smiling at me
I say "Papaw".
I missed you dearly
He said "Your my baby girl".
I say "Here he stands".


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Don't let it slip away

Stripped, abused and tortured.
Help me, my life's but one -
Don't let it slip away!




Authors notes

Enforcing a picture and or meaning in 15 words.


Details | Free verse | |

Monumentally Marble

We unveiled her as the juniper tree
bowed down low to the ground 
From the balcony, kids threw cranberries
which got stuck in her apple sprig crown
A humming bird swept past her shoulder
and graced her with jasper and jade
The elm tree showed her his virtue
as she quivered under his shade
And in the evening we peeled the rind
right off of the luscious moon
to slather her thick and gracious
on the headstone of her tomb.


Details | I do not know? | |

Empty Branches

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The beginning of winter

The winters hold....

Empty branches

Emptier hands

Living but dying

Without any plans

Breathing; beating....

Seeing

The best that you can?!

Seeing 

Being

This barren land....

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The midst of winter

Your growing old

Drying rivers....

Drier eyes

Another day closer

To the end, of your time!?

Time

Closer....

To the cold, inside

The dead of winter

The death of a life

The death in a world

That is dying; they cry....

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The end of winter

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

The winters, toll?!








Details | Free verse | |

third times the charm

Once she wrote a note to no one
A note about love…
On a piece of paper, white as snow
Paper that smelt of perfume
She could only tell the paper of this love 
She wrote of all her feelings 
She told how no one could love more than this
She said that the love was one to last the ages
She took this note and kissed it with a flame 
Never speaking of this again

Once she wrote a note to no one
A note about a broken heart
On a piece of paper, soaked in tears
Paper that smelt of nothing
She could only tell the paper about this hurt
She poured her heart out
About a pain that would not relinquish
How no one could feel pain like this
How no one should feel pain like this
How she didn’t know how to fix this pain
She took this note and kissed it with a flame
Never speaking of it again

Once she wrote a note to no one
A note about a sense of freedom
On a piece of paper, trickled with blood
The paper smelt of his cologne 
She could only tell the paper about this freedom
She poured her soul into it
She told of how the freedom meant no more pain
She spoke about an eternal sleep and of light
She spoke of a numbing coming up her legs 
How no one could’ve loved anymore
How no one could’ve hurt anymore
How she wouldn’t love or hurt anymore
She tried to kiss the note with a flame
But never spoke of it again


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Our thoughts are with you...

In sickness and in health
you vowed to one another,
and now when things are tough
you stand strong for each other.

There’s nothing wrong with taking time
to persue own dreams and goals,
at least you know when to break away
and listen to your soul!

We want to wish you peacefulness,
good health and luck in life,
to thank you for all you do for us
through all your tears and strife.

To let you know you’re thought of
in oh so many ways
Take time you need it’s precious
and you’re in prayers every day!

May you both find the strength and peace you need through one another. Friends are with 
you and understand such hard times…


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Three Wooden Crosses

beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds

ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load

spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost

but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive



Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt


Details | Lyric | |

Mental Masochism

Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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Gates Of God's Decision

One Hour into school and im hearing news but not believing
what they say,it comes again
in the form of wicked sadness destroying seamen rank by rank
adn my tears fall inside like flanks,in my shaking head
I hold this in mind
and let truth behold all i might not see and death brings me closer to the seams
of life and im so afraid
im a coward of time and i've got so many cards I dealt 
but the ace is hidden by my side
and lastnight it was Sunday May 5th 2008
and somehow we they got there late
I just know it was'nt your time but we all will be fine 
you will be missed and we'll remember this time when we had to say goodbye
and our tears flow like new life
and at the drop of a hat,
a mother lost a daughter,father lost a girl,we lost an angel 
and God gained your grace students lost a hero,I know im way past my limit 
so why do I write still,but i know somehow i'll prove you're living in our brain
Mrs.Gates we miss you dearly as you glowed with day 
and will always be remembered not erased

 "This Poem/Song is dedicated to the Family,Friends,Students and staff who 
were touched by this Angel's Grace,R.I.P. Mrs.Gates"


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A YOUNG LIFE TAKEN

Ruth wasn't more than seventeen,
the cutest girl I had ever seen;
a drunk driver collided head-on
with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed.
That intoxicated man had smoked weed...
he once was a clean, responsible son.


Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame,
today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame;
he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh;
while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death. 


The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time,
the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme;
Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass,
and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress.
She hopes that those paramedics would save her,
but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair!


Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane? 
Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person? 
" So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain."
Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.


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Young Gun

Verse 1

So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done

My son
My son

Verse 2

His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast

My son
My son

Verse 3

Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained

My son
My son




Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police


So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }


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Goodbye Daddy

The hours spent waiting
are over, the hardest
part still yet to come.
Calls are made,
tears flow freely as they
come to take him away.
Your knees go weak,
you feel arms catch you
as you hear your baby sister's
voice saying the words
you can't bring yourself
to say:
Goodbye Daddy.


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The heartbeat

Every night when i'm laying my head to rest
and i hear your heartbeat on my chest 
lets me know that i'm doing alright

i thought i lost you in that hospital room
when they couldn't find a beat
it scared me to death and my heart skipped
we all seen the line and thought you were dead

But that night i looked up
and within the tears running down my cheek
i saw an angel watching over him and me 
she looked at me and smiled then flew away
i looked at my baby and saw him awake

I didn't know what to believe
but i saw that angel in front of me
i thank her every night i lay my head to say goodnight
cause the beat i feel on my chest 
is in my arms and not laid to rest 

My baby just turned 5 today 
his heart beat had faded away
but i'm glad i got all i could get with him
for the angel who saved him has taken him
but before he went he said to me
the angel you saw i can now see
 she is standing right in front of me
goodbye mommy and i love you daddy 




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POST MORTEM

Man fears time
That’s why we waste it
We keep running against time
‘Cause we know we can’t chase it..

Why  do we keep waiting
For something that’s never there?
Instead of just accepting
The truth no matter how unfair?

Until the damage is done
And there’s no place to go
When the weeping has begun
There’s nothing left to show..

They say what ifs and could’ve beens
Are the last words of a fool
And giving up on dreams
Is something only cowards do..

But regrets never come first
And sorry is always late
The retribution is a big black hearse
For us victims of time, preys of fate..

I have struggled and craved
For revenge, respect and redemption
But I have always failed
Now my consolation, is oblivion..


Details | Light Poetry | |

All That Jazz

big satchmo
renowned jazz
pops



In Loving Memory Of
Louis Daniel Armstrong   {Satchmo Or Pops}  
{Aug 4th 1901 - July 6th 1971}




Also Entry For Brian Strand's Spetimal Fun Contest


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I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo


as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too




Tribute To The Unborn


Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

FIE! FIE!! RELENTLESS LORD!!!

A crippled devout is bedridden
None in his family to earn
His innocent, cherub children
Are dying of starvation!

With pouted lips they ask
‘O!  relenting  Lord hark!
To us why are you so merciless?’
Immutably He replies, ‘—Because you are faithless!!

‘The extortionist though he commits sin,
Prays me from his heart within!!’
Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!
Compassionate, clement Death! Be not proud!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty Raped Within

It must be hard
To be soooo  beautiful...
That all everyone sees 
Is your outside
They want to touch
And rape
The physical beauty of who you are
They do not want to see
The inside
The beauty within...
The shy quiet strength
The strong sudden passions
The small child
Who cries out in the night or day
And no one hears her
The innocence lost...
At the hands of the one
Who claimed to have loved her
That same child
Tries to rise above
And conquer the DEMONS within...
She wants to be strong
But the heart inside of her
Is only a child
It is weak
And it only wants to be protected
Mother, where are you?
Father, why can't you love me?
And let me, be me
Why must you steal my childhood?
Why must you make me be
The living DEAD
A murdered tortured soul
Forced to walk around
Inside of a DEAD body


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JUST NATURE [Haiku 2]

Above lightning sky,
Oak split forest deep inside.
Nature dies violent.


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MY GIFT TO DENISE

Denise is barely twelve and smart,
she has been an orphan for sometime,
but since her mom passed away,
she grew up as lonely child...
generosity was instilled early
in her little, empty heart.


She made her first paper star
when Sirius, the brightest one,
appeared and hung over
the twinkling, navy blue horizon...
thinking of her mother's illness,
and to her she was a pretty princess.


And with love and eagerness, Denise 
sang a melancholic song every evening,
feeling her presence with that smiling face;
other girls had mothers to sing them lovely lullbyes,
so Sirius was deeply touched, and seeing 
her loneliness got some nightgales to lull her to sleep.


I've made a plea today, through the Archangel Gabriel,
to ask God to give the star, Sirius, to Denise,
and in return I would do many a good deed;
and tell everyone the wonderful news with a thrilling voice,
and would the Almighty, who made this gem to gleam,
grant me another wish...a wish perhaps too impossible?


Nights passed, and no heavenly message was sent to me,
and Gabriel never returned to ease my restlessness and fear;
one night as I fell asleep...his voice ordered me to listen,
" Your Father has granted your wish...He has seen a sincere love;
now Sirius is Denise's star!" And waking up from that vision,
I looked outside and there she was gazing at it with awe!


Entered in Lind-Marie Bariana's contest, " Shining Star "


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A Piece Of Work { Footle ]

T.C.
   Was He

        Pai-doung
               The Sun

                  Now Gone
                       So Wrong

                                  Thank You
                                           Your's True





Entry For Abe Lopez's 
Native American Ekphrasis Contest


In Loving Memory Of
Tommy Wayne Cannon  T.C. {1946 -1978 }


Details | I do not know? | |

Cancer's Greedy Institutional Hoax !

Cancer is a festering lump,in a family
member's own hopes,A lot of family and
friend's inability to do anything,Seems to
be hindered or bind their hands with an
invisible force of ropes!Why should there
be a cure sought by the proper officials in
charge?Cancer is a money making business,in
this institution,so profitable and large!
This profit in this industry,is it's own
reward,Greed of money is what keeps a cure
from being found or to be moving ever fast
and forward!Drug companies and the funeral
homes,along with doctors and medical
specialist's,Insurance companies and
wrongful death attorneys,Would soon have to
forfeit their high,greedy fees!11-25-2005'.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


Details | Elegy | |

Ricky

His name is Ricky
He's gone for good
He was so beautiful
No one understood!
She went to work
And when she came back
He was laying there lifeless
He had suffered a smack
She cried and cried
Her little Ricky was gone
She could not help him
The damage was done!


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TRUTH OF A SOLDIER

Soldiers leave for war toady
Closing laptops on the way
Missing families that they leave
Now dieing of illness and disease
Bombs are launched in the air 
Bodies laying everywhere 
Soldiers are for who we cry
We are the reason that they die


Details | I do not know? | |

Daddy's Girl

Looking back at the years.Rembering the times that are dear.Though they are gone and in 
the past
the memories in my heart will always last,of a time i was a little girl and my daddy was 
my whole world.

He was always there.Now hes gone and it isnt fair.Its been over a year since he died.And 
i still feel the pain deep inside.

Oh how i miss him so.I dont understand why he had to go.I know i told him in the end how 
i loved him so,and it wasnt that easy just to let him go.

In that final breath i would have changed everything .Things that werent so important 
then i now see .How i would of done things diffrently.Things i did do and i few i 
didnt.I cant go back to the start,I wish i could with all my heart.If i knew then what i 
know now,things could of been diffrent somehow.

I always knew he loved me,and though he is in heaven and not where he should be,forever 
in my heart i will be daddys girl.


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My child, My Rose

 Today like so many, I said a prayer for the families. For the students that lost 
their lives to a man that many didn't know.


  Heavenly Father, I ask you this day to watch over the families. Watch over the 
souls of the students that lost their lives to an intruder of evil. Evil has prayed 
upon the innocent and those doing your work. I pray for these families, in hopes 
they may find closure to such a tragedy.

 So many lives have been taken. So many hearts have been stricken with grief. 
Allow them to know that only the body is put to rest and not the soul. For the body 
is made from sands of thee earth. To thee earth may the body be replanted to 
sprout new life. May their tears replenish thee earth with water to feed the new 
life. In thee end may life be brought back in the form of a rose. A rose that may 
grow with the darkest shades of red. For it is the color in which signifies "Love". If 
your will. Allow the stem and leaves to be as green as thee pastures for which 
they lay their heads to rest. May the thorns be sharp to protect them for intruders. 
May their rose grow from now until the end.

                                                                AMEN


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What good is

What good is a flower
with petals that shine so bright
that lives in the shadows
of a deep and endless night

What good is a dove
who has lost it's mate
that wanders the world alone
the remains of his life colored slate

What good is a life
where nothing is right
where rain smothers everything
extinguishing every light

Slipping fast
I'm calling out
I'm barely hanging on
Don't look back
No can't go back
The life I once knew is gone

What good is a mind
that's bend is broken
laying frozen in time
a secret song unspoken

What good is a heart
that can't see love
that's shattered so
with no hope from above

What good is a life
where there's nothing left
the corners are empty
marks of an unknown theft

Falling fast
I'm calling out
I could no longer hang on
Don't look down
Can't ever go back
The life I have will soon be gone

What good is a body
once beautiful and pure
that lays on the ground
broken and insecure

What good is a soul
that was once so light
not a moment of anger
to stain the perfect white

What good is a life
when no one cares
just to see how close you are
to wonder if you'll take the dare

Slipping fast
I'm silent now
There's no use in hanging on
No looking back
No going back
The life I lived is long gone


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It wasn't you (2006)

As you lay asleep in the casket eyes had doubt
Is this what living was about
Once a beauty full of life now you lay still
No smile no expression eyes began to fill
The memories are alive of the one you knew
Laying there empty just wasn’t you

Dedicated to Karishna Devi Lal 


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You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


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how pained ive been

you didnt think itd come to this
did you.
you never expected how pained ive been
from the words shoved down my throat
choking me silent
making tears flow from my heart.
the one you scarred,
with your scorching black words.
you didnt expect youd be leaving me for my death
or that your ropes would hang me
and put a barrel in my mouth.
no it never would have come to this.
because it wasnt your fault
and it never is
because youve forgotten your words in my throat.


Details | Elegy | |

DEAD IN A JIFFY

Under cover lay they
And in the blink of a jiffy
Fled death from lethal nozzles
And within that jiffy
Like stones
Lay all that lived lifeless.


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Day After You ve Gone

When I awoke this morning the sun
was shinning so bright, I couldn’t believe
it for it should have be dark and gloomy…

Birds’ singing on high, singing in the
spring, this is not right for it should
be quiet and bleak…

I went to sit in that big old chair
cradling my head trying to understand
why you are dead…

Didn’t get the chance to tell you good-bye
or hold you in my arms for the last time…

As I set here I feel like we were cheated,
cheated to chance of that last hug, kiss and
to say, be seeing you someday…

The days will seem so empty without you
by my side and thank God for the memories
for if not I am sure I would die…

Keep hearing you in my head, I think
you are saying live in the warmth, sing
with the birds for they are telling you
how much you are loved…

Just know that when you hear my
whisper in your head that God has allowed
me to so  you are not to despair…

God has his arms around me guiding me
along until the day we are together again
and  I wish you happiness until that short
fleeting time is gone and you are by my side…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012


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Jesus Called You Home Today

Jesus called you home today
Said your time was up
Please walk this way
Follow him through the Pearly Gates
As you step through Heaven's Door
Please remember these few words

Mother I will miss you so
I'm sorry you had to go
You were only 49 years old
But your time on Earth was done
Now it was time for you to be an Angel
I know you'll be there to watch out for me

Like you were when you where here
I am happy though
You don't have to suffer from the cancer and stroke
Jesus took your hand and lead you home
Showed you a new life to live
Even though you are truely missed

I know theres holes in the floor of Heaven
And your my guardian Angel 
Watching out for me through my troubled times
You are still my guiding light
I love you mom but know its time
Cause Jesus called you home today


Details | Ballad | |

OUR PRESENCE WILL GREATLY ATTEST

As the years and times will change this bustling city,
once almost invisible from Heaven itself,
we'll remember it as it took on the face of death:
giving each other comfort and asking why
would anyone hate so much this nation...
to demolish what took years to build with devotion!

Our presence will greatly attest,
and send a message so strong and sound
that their ears will not miss;
angels still fly over that sacred place,
and watch it with their smiling faces...
to please God with all their will,
because they know too well 
that our sorrows can't be measured!

As the seasons and the days slip away,
only that memory remains timeless:
faint voiced of family and friends
wailing in the thick smoke and burning flames,
and as helpless as they are, where they pray,
they think of us as their Guardian Angels!

Our presence will greatly attest,
but nobody can ever sway us from our achievement:
a tragedy such as this, will not be repeated...
we lost too much to be intimidated!


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Ronin 21

There is a price in taking another man’s life and
it strikes during the repose of presumed peace
waking screams to the half moon sky jaunted movement startling
calm water reflections deepening self hatred scowling back
in the shining metal reflection of someone I no longer know
A moment to take a man’s life feel his weight fall upon your weapon
His mouth silently open asking the question his eyes have already answered
I alone among thousands with rain washing the sickness and desecration
And pooling deep into my pores the fresh blood that fuels this new ghost
to forever bond to me his untimely ender his teacher
that has not and never will have and answer
for his blue fading eyes


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The Time You Were Young

You think about your treasured past.
Wondering if you could ever go back.
Your days grow shorter
as you grow older.
The time seems to past
as fast as you can remember.
But deep down you know
that you have achieved greatness.
Even though you haven't always been the best person.
They say that the Devil's water isn't so sweet.
but you can take a dip every once in a while.
So as you lay there
ill, and in bed.
Think about the time you were young.


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He's My Hero

Memories of fallen hero's
Echoes still linger thru the night
Masking lined tombstones
Only in validations of service or death
Rest in peace my fallen commrade
I 'll await for your spirits aglow
Against an azure sky
Looking over my shoulder

Doing like you used to do
Alway's protecting the sick and weak
Yet asks for nothing in return



Tribute To Armed Services
And The Many Many 
Fallen Hero's
Ty For Serving
Bring The M.I.A. Home


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Forever

To my uncles Bam and Lil Man

It's easy to say hi, but its hard to say goodbye,
It's even harder to say goodbye when someone dies.

I did not cry, but that didn't mean he had to die
I said goodbye, and I didn't cry, Why?

Maybe it's because I know it's our destiny
Though people are locked up were out begging to be free
I truly don't know if that'll ever happen,
My uncles were what was up they were not has beens,
I may be young, but I knew what''s going on
For all of us one day they'll have to sing a sad song

Don't ask why, I'm dying inside
Because I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
I wish I could've said hi once more before he died

God takes good people away
To make us pay for what we did yesterday
So I just lay down and pray to God
Asking him to let me see another day
Let's sit and pray.


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A Picture of Betrayal

A face among a sea of faces stares at me
Cold and numb the face looks tired
Waiting for absolution from closed ears
A tattered uniform of devastation
Eyes, eyes that see into eternity
Genderless and weeping into silence.

It hurts to look upon truth
Surrounded in self-glorifying patriotism
They are the true heroes
Burdened with a remembrance they long to forget
A tattooed number, their name.
In vain they bleed for retribution.

My heart breaks into a thousand shards
And so many tears long to comprehend
But could not.
There is nothing to compare such peril to
A shroud of ignorance and tyranny
Shaking my head, a thought so incomprehensible

Reality for them.

Can’t shake that picture from the foreground
Oh, so many bodies, what did they do?
No respect, no reflection on their crimes surely
What, I ask, what could they have done 
So suffer the innocent for another’s evil
Surely someone question’s the final solution…

But no one did.
My heart dies a thousand deaths
They look to us, pitiful, no other so needy 
No act so disgusting, a betrayal of the human heart
So beautiful their faces, so beautiful
Standing in a bare state, starring into history

They record their suffering in black and white
Burning images into a pure white film
A dark, terrifying image, terrifying
Never to comprehend what massacre they partake of
So beautiful their faces, so beautiful
I will never forget what I could never comprehend.

I will never forget.


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My Little Hummingbird

My little hummingbird,
Please don’t be scared anymore.
We know you’re in good hands.
Keep smiling, and keep flying high above,
On gods land.

Smell he’s wonderful heaven’s air,
And all the beautiful flowers that he created for you.
Feel the warm sun beating on your precious soft skin.

You will never be forgotten, my dearest Sophia,
You are in our hearts and prayers
Forever for Always,
My little hummingbird.
(9/11/2011-9/22/2011)


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Tears of Tragedy

On the beginning of that September day
Our flag was wailing in the wind
As we were to celebrate another day of our freedom
Many lives were going to change forever
In the most despicable, vile way
Invaders came from the Middle East
And offered to die to carry on a mission so radical
Planes with terrorists’ came to the Twin Towers
As people looked on from their televisions
Pure shock was shown of their faces
As the Twin Towers collapsed
Screams of devastation could be heard
As firefighters risked their lives to save others
Love ones were lost and some of them perished
They were our friends and family, and now they were gone
Tears dripped down the faces of many people
As we mourned together
We were able to deal with this great loss
But as we are all are of diverse ethnic groups
We held our hands up together
And prayed
As we have been united since this horrible time
There are still many pieces to put together
This was the day our heroes were born
All the firefighters and the people in the armed forces who defend freedom everyday
To you the terrorists we’re just a country you despise
But when you decided to attack us it wasn’t smart
Your mission did not succeed
What you tried to take from us is still in our grasp
The freedom that each American has worked earn
As our captain communicated with us
He was trying to destroy our apprehensiveness
Evidently we were trying not to burst into tears
Many people remember that day as September 11th 
But I remember that day as Tears of Tragedy
For United we Stand Divided we fall
Many of us are still grieving or still angry
But what occurred that September day could never be changed 


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Those who are not seen

I can hear the wind blowing,
I can hear the leaves shuffle by,
I can smell the dampness in the air,
I can hear the faint sound of a cry.

All my neighbors hear them to,
But no one can go out to see,
Were forgotten and lost,
We were warriors,them and me.

We once carried the flag,
The stars and stripes of ole glory,
But we were pushed aside,
Never to tell our story.

We live here in our dusty graves,
Wanting to breath the fresh air,
But we are next to forgotten,
Like no one cares.

We are remembered by some,
Even kids that don't understand,
The reasons we fought,
In that hostile land.

A war that a lot on both sides,
Had come to regret,
And a lot still living,
Who will never forget.


Details | Free verse | |

Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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The passing of a friend

A friend of mine,a fellow truck driver,
Had passed away.
He was heading home to his family,
And had a heart attack along the way.
It takes a special person,
To drive one of these rigs down the road,
John was one of them people,
He would take care of the load.
He was a kind man,
Never really had much to say.
But he would give you the shirt off his back,
He was just made that way.
He didn't have a chance,
To tell his family how he cared,
But his family knew,
The love for them he shared.
His brother was his team driver,
A man of the same.
He was with John,
When the lord came.
The tears streaming,
Down his cheeks with pain,
As he tried to comfort him,
Where he had lain.
Hopefully the pain subsides,
For the family and friends.
Because for John,
It's the beginning of an end.
Rest in peace John,
And have no regret.
You are a man,
That no one will forget.
(Dedicated to John Silks,Fellow truck driver and friend.)


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Suicide Prevention Agency

There I was, the phone clutched in my hand.
The numbers sitting there,
I had the 7 extra pills in my stomach already.
Why did the feeling of death have to be so unfair?
 
I watched myself grab the gun.
I loaded it with my "lucky bullet",
The easy part was over;
Now I was just left there on my own,
I just had to shoot it.
 
I cry for my family, and all the pain they went through.
To see the cuts on my arm,
To feel so defenseless,
As if there was nothing they could do.
 
It was my time, my life, I could do as I please.
To end it would be my choice,
No one could stop me.
If I only had spoken out, I could have saved myself,
With just one voice, I'd still be here today.
 
I go back to the phone,
I could still save myself, maybe.
But I pull the trigger to end my life,
Just as I hear your voice saying,
"Suicide Prevention Agency...."


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Memories Of Youth

Musing for memories
Etched in back of mind
Mom I remember
Overbearing news
Reguarding brothers drowning
Inquiry stated caused by flashbacks from meth and herion
Eleven and didn't quite still understand 
So I just prayed to God to forgive his lost soul







Memories Was My Topic





Tribute To My Brother Gary
         {RIP}


Details | I do not know? | |

BETTER TO HAVE LOVED

Little song in my heart
A tuneful melody,
Sings of love not lost 
But gone to somewhere else instead,
Sings not of our loss,
Or of the tears we shed,
But of a tiny light that shone
And guided us so well,
That grief feels inappropriate, 
It is praise we should give now.


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Generation WHY?

(This poem was in no way written in my feelings I was thinking about how the 
children that perform these acts of violence in todays society may fee being an 
outcast myself I understand some emotions that can be caused by cruel youth 
however no child deserve this)

I forgot my books today but remembered my gun,
   Not thinking twice about taking your son,
I am tired of being the outcast  the pain followed by giggles at my expense,
  Now they'll know why in my head this makes sense.
My incurable feelings incurable thoughts,
  My custody fighting parents and the gun they bought.
The top shelf in the closet buried deep within a box,
  Along with the despair as classmates words bruise like rocks.
You could blame parents, the media, the music, politics, the walls,
  But on this day I am blaming the kids falling in the halls.
Inside I scream for help but only laughter answers my cries,
  Darkness inside can be seen in my eyes.
My should understands that this is sadistic,
  Now your children are becoming a statistic.
No one will win this popularity contest,
  as there is only grieving parents left to contest.
Last generation listed as X, 
  This one is whY no room to express.
My final note written in a shaking hand,
  Will Death be forgotten in time with sand?


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Life After Death

It is not a matter
Of liking or not liking death,
It is a matter of 
Believing in that very Truth.
It is not a matter of fearing
Or embracing it,
It is a matter of
Trusting the Holy Spirit.


Details | I do not know? | |

Yet Another Anniversary

Anniversary of fatal attacks,
  thought of it stops me in my tracks.
People dying,
  families crying.
Shocked the entire country,
  scared nearly everybody.
He's to blame,
  what a shame!
Weapons of mass destruction?
  Yeah, more like government corruption.
Have I forgotten?
  No, Darryl, I never will, who could?
However, fighting and war is not the answer;
  killing brings no one back, even worse, there are even more who don't come back.
The Twin Towers toppled and crumbled;
  now our country is all jumbled.


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"Let Truth Be Told, Part 1"

Yeah, I may be white,
But someone needs to speak out right?
Bring things into the light,
Expose all the lies,
For I believe in the most high.

Our ancestors were straight terrorist from the beginning of time,
Raping, killing, lying, and stealing land saying "this land is mine!"
Our ancestors rewrote history knowing they were lying,
Standing there watching with no emotion while Native Americans were dying.

Why do you think Native Americans hate Thanksgiving?
The Pilgrim and the Indian story was a fantasy living,
How could the white man ever been forgiven,
When MOST Native Americans were tricked,wiped out, and no longer living.

P.S- Part 2 coming soon, so stay tuned.


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The Loss Of An Inspiration

Wow, that's all I can say
That's all I could think of when I found out that day
When I first found out about it, I thought it was a hoax
Somebody's twisted idea of a joke
But sadly it turned out to be true
And the world was robbed of you
'Another rapper dead'
The headlines read
So little said
You had an amazing gift
Every time I put on your music, it gives me a lift
You inspired me
Helped me
You put your life and love into your art
And that's why you were able to capture so many hearts
I hope before you were taken away, you realized this
I wish you were still here , but you will always be in my heart
And you will be forever missed.


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breath

Breathe when no air is found
Let me hold a solid grip
As we now walk on solid ground
Telling lies straight to your face
To show of all of their weakness
Letting them bring disgrace
Showering in the lies they tell
While truth is never enough
For here we are today
Walk together when times are rough
A bump in the path as frequently as a smooth step in a midnight clear
Letting the wind whisper to sit and let the entire world hear
Misery in this eternity 
For here I hold truth in my empathy 
Showing love why did you die
So you not see the tears I cry 
Praying for forgiveness
For I have lost you now
For here I am to morrow 
As I sit and let this frown find binding in my empty heart
 Letting every story find a new start
Beginning from the end
I lost a friend
To Bullying 
For ever rest in piece 


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Anthony's Poem

I look up to the stars and see your face smiling down at me,
I hear the wind rustle the leaves of a tree and it speaks your name.
So many memories and so many dreams, too much to love, too much fear,
Thinking about the good times and we wish you were here.
Our hearts will never mend fully but are merged in love and understanding,
If you reach out for us and we are not there, remember, our hearts are.
You touched so many people and made so many smile,
Remember you are only sleeping, we will see you again when the time is right.


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A Letter To Heaven

Dear Mom, 
just thought I'd drop a line
To let you know that i'm doing fine
Remember Cindy 'cross the county line
Well Mom I finally made her mine
Mom, I know it's been awhile
But you know writings not my style
That Cindy she's one of a kind
She lets me stay out till nine
And Mom, gotta tell you I miss you
Sometimes I don't know what to do
That guy down the street, you know who
He tells me how much he loved you
Mom, yesterday we got a lotta rain
But the ground was dry, so I can't complain
And since you left I haven't seen Aunt Jane
Yes she still lives down the lane
Mom, remember our Beagle ol'blue
Fifteen puppies, thats quite a few
Well Mom, Cindy's cooked some stew
So tell GOD hi, and Mom I love you
Your Son Boo-Boo


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When you received your wings today

You received your angel wings today
With such poise and such grace
Oh how they fit you to a T
God knows I never wanted this to be
I love you more than life it self
You were so brave ,I couldn’t help
But now sweet innocent child of mine
Time to smile, time to shine
Your suffering no more will be
You will always be a part of me
So spread your wings and fly so high
Let your laughter light the sky
I held your hand all the way
When you received your wings today. 


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Your Free {Footle}

slavery
   not for me

       forced labor
           paid for more

                  chain gang
                        head banged

                                mop floors
                                    dusty headboards

                                                iron shirts
                                                     hem skirts

                                                         raw deal
                                                           cook meals

                                                              don't get paid
                                                                           or get laid

                                                                             piece of meat
                                                                                   alway's gets beat

                                                                                          hide underground
                                                                                                 don't make sound

                                                                                                     free the slaves
                                                                                                         Lincoln did say

                                                       

 Tribute To Freedom  
And May God Bless The Slaves


Also Enrty For
Sami Al-Khalili's Contest
Small Cage, Big Bird


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


Details | ABC | |

our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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One more, one less

To all the brave women and men who have served their country
For those who were forced and for those who enrolled in this controversy
To those who have shown, in the face of war, great bravery
All those valiant soldiers who stood up and fought for their friends and family

For those who were pushed in when they wanted to get out
To those who went in despite their deepest doubt 
To the ones who struggled in the blood
The ones who lived amongst the guns and mud

For the soldiers who died in the fields with no name
Those who left without any shame
For the noble soldiers with no regrets and no fame
 Soldiers you can not even think to blame
To those who gave up their lives for others
To the loved daughters, wives and mothers
To the lost soldiers, husbands and fathers

This is for all those who have experienced a loss
For those who have to pay the cost
'One more, one less, who will remember?'
Questions a grieving mother
“I will never forget, I will remember.
Their bravery, their spirit, there soul will remain forever”

To my unknown heroes


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Turning Anguish part 2

Missing a remarkable meaning in my life
I’m the woeful sacrifice
play me as the dice
on the solid table
and roll me and speak of a fable
don’t toss me 
like a valueless toy
brushing…echoing harsh envy
Heed to our last plea 

You’ll face dire rage 
giving no mercy to your desire
Are you aware you fed my wrath?

Mercy-filled bliss
don’t exist in this pile of vile
father…mother
Don’t bother to trace our passing ease
that we dearly missed

What could brew these ruins to love?
Disbelief covers my once kind heart 
conquered by avarice
Unforgettable doom,
has been written on our tombs,
sending us a last kiss of unmoved death
Giving us futility…
Leaving us without a breath

Behave and deal with
frightening bolts that dare
break us apart
and turn it to denied anguish

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
We all do our part in it
That’s the troubling truth
Toil cheers up the spoil
What could we do
to get us ahead of
Power?
stricken in toil
Separate the spoil 
that crumbles away like foil

Give us little power
and lift up the broken twin towers
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love

The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
Your sun will shun out strife
and be a kit to fix up concealed love
and fill us with
harmless love 


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While The Tear's Drifted

Broken moment's that replaced time,
it held onto the hourglass.
Gentle whisper's clicking the chime,
while all the memories slowly passed.
The photos images engraved in the mind,
recalling a certain day, a friendly smile.
Even though you are gone, you'll never left behind.
I'll remember you forever on my many miles.
The wink, the twinkle of mischief in your eye's.
The legends created years ago, only to fade away.
No longer can I cleanse my tear's,
it's finally time to let go and pray.
Your words had meaning, while your love was strong.
Forever has come to a end, the goodbyes said.
The rhythm of angel's bell's echo beyond,
while the tear's drifted.


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Death

People live everyday,
not knowning they are dying.
Days and years go by,
Then they are lying.

People steal and kill,
They lie and abuse.
They're not aware 
Of all the time they use.

Live everyday 
As it was your last.
Cause you cant turn back time,
It's in your past.


Details | Free verse | |

enjoy the Ice cream.. while it lasts

Entrapped with Wires

Hands bound behind my back

Enslaved

The wires go on for miles 
 
Covering every inch of our city

Vibrating with electricity. Humming excitement 

Our happy little friend??

NO

WE

Like a dog on a short leash

Tugged by  its master

Controlled

By the flicker of light from the fillament

Are we now but  0's and 1's?

Turn it off 

Live!!

Ceaselessly the wires continue on their path of domination

They have found me here in my safe refuge

The world's  end  and innocence is due to our undoing

I am their prisoner

I shout for someone to rescue me

BUT 

 The noise of Traffic

Blocks 

The sound of my tears dripping


Honking away those little monsters

Gasoline chompers

 leaving their waste 

Which harms us

Oil from the dead

Is what fed them today

Poisoning the air

Like fish gasping on land

The Result: Dead like the oil

We'll be buried in the ground

Where

The wires are waiting to entangle our caskets

 Like it has every inch of the underground

Infrared signals

Dance across the sky

Our invisible enemies

Blistering 

Cooking flesh for human consumption

Ironic

The cancer eats us from the insides

This is a plea of a young girl seeking refuge

for something pure

Smog 

Devil's breath 

Hot 

The stench is unbearable

OH Gaseous Death

You billow from the smoke stacks

Licking  Away layers of the Ozone

Earth

The universe's ice cream

A treat that used to be sweet

But now after years of abuse 

Turned  out to sour

How long will we last?

Lets hope our ice cream won't melt fast


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Lonesome Highway Blues

Oh Lord Mama went away 
in the winter of 05
And now she's resting 
by our Papa's side

Lonesome highway 
crosses their path
Winding roads and
two lonely bird baths

And  scented flowers 
filter  the air 
Reminds me of them both 
still being there

And as I stare beyond 
the clouds silver lining
Oh I know their both up there 
doing some real fine dining

Oh Lord please comfort them 
both from all of their pains
And as my tears stream down 
in this pouring rain

Memories of pain joy 
and some of my fears
Is what brought here 
so close and near

Oh and Papa you were right 
when you said I had a lesson to learn
Many roads and bridges 
I had to cross and burn

And As I get into my car 
and drive away
I know this lonesome highway 
will return me one day

So goodby 
oh goodby Mama and Papa 
I still love you
I still love you both

oh and thank you 
thank you 
for helping me 
get over 

all those lonesome blues

lonesome highway blues





Papa   1925  -  1981
Mama  1934 -  2005

            { RIP }

Miss You Both


Details | Elegy | |

Farewell

I cry out to you; I cannot breathe/
You do not hear, and I die slowly/
You do not care, you are concerned with
YOU.
You do not feel, but you will die with me.

I choke on your fumes and swim in your muck/
My throat begs out of thirst and my loins quake
As the sun beats upon my face and back/
But no aid will I receive from you.

Have I not given you all that I could have given;
Have I not allowed you to live and prosper?!
And you repay me with this, of all ways,
Raping, plundering, and ravaging ME?!

If only you could feel the pain that invests my spirit/
But no, you can no longer feel,
You can only inflict more and more pain
Until you yourself pass away.

I have given you all that I have,
And have nothing left to give because
You no longer need me, you have been ensnared
By $$$, and greed.
Now bid farewell to your once-dear MOTHER EARTH.


Details | Free verse | |

Cenotaph

I caught a draft
In the Cenotaph,
Honoring a dead man
Who was not there

The clergy saw me shiver,
Got me a chair,
The ceremony went on
And I died right there

Well at least I provided
The funeral focus
Although, for years,
There were rumors
Of Hocus-Pocus


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In God I trust

In this world of misery i hope god has got a plan for me
as i struggle helplessly searching for repentance
my soul needs resurrection and guidance
i've been mislead form the start
trying to put back together the pieces of my broken heart
i wonder if theres a place reserved for me im heaven
i wonder if god understands the reasons for the wrongs i've done
i hope i'm forgiven father i am your son
so guide me through keep me safe
as i travel on this journey of life
watch over me as a walk these dangerous streets at night
you sent me here on a mission that i hope is'nt complete
cause i've still got so far to go so much more to learn
but in you i put my trust
i know you wont take me before it's my turn
in you i keep faith so i'm never concerned
my life is in your hands
my soul is yours 
so i know you'll let me in before you close the doors



Details | I do not know? | |

War

Human mistakes,
lead to mant breaks.
Families unmatched,
within shameless acts.
Plenty declare blood,
taking lives like a flood.

Masks of horror,
show no empathy.
It's a cold place,
you'll leave there feeling disgrace.


Details | Lyric | |

Reminiscent Foresight

Distant, Yet Distinct
Crowding My Dreams
So Hard To Concentrate 
When This Light Gleams
Shimmering In My Eyes
Breaking Thru The Passer By
Content For A Moment
Within This Memory I Lie

Running To The Door
My Foresight Needs Shade
This Dwindling Reception
Drifting As We Fade
Into Another Night's Dream
Into A Brand New Image
Just Wait One Moment
While We Assess The Damage

One Day Later
And No New Light
Just The Faint Essence
From An Endless Night
Smoke Filters The Sky
In A Failing Aspiration
Is This My Worst Dream
Or An Awful Premonition?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

With One Mistake

As I close my eyes tonight
and prepare to say good-bye,
I remember all of the choices I've made
and I slowly start to cry.
The night had come, we were fine
until the Devil showed his face,
We were young, we had no sense of time
I didn't mean to make that choice.
I was foolish to think I couldn't lose
you were crazy to stay with me,
If only I could live forever with you
if only we could see eternity.
I'm afraid to live without you
I can't live with the shame I hide,
You were here, now you're gone, what can I do
I can't live, knowing that because I drank, you died.
Friends are supposed to watch out for each other
never let the other one down,
But I've taken your life away forever
everything you once knew is now gone.
I was the one who drank
yet, you were the one to die,
I wish only to take your place
I cannot live a lie
I knew the devil that possessed me,
was stronger than my love for you
I should've fought the urge, the necessity
then my friend, I'd still have you.
I'm sorry I took your life away
I took away your hopes and dreams,
You should be the one living, the one who stayed
I should be the one dead. . .
that's the way it already seems.


Details | I do not know? | |

World of no meaning

everyone stands so proud
of what we do to the crowd
people die, and set us free
But why is it based on falsetivity

I really think theres no meaning
to this war that isn't defeating
People die, and go away
Leaveing there families
alone and they stray

this world we live is 
is slowly fading 
into the black hole
that we are fighting

someday will come when we won't be here
and this world will just be anoter
black hole of Fear


Details | I do not know? | |

A Room Out of Color

There is a time in life 
when we lose some one we love.
It hurts so much, 
that we feel we are stuck in a room out of color.
Our feelings for that special someone
 come out in a storm hitting every place,
 and destroying every home. 
The storm is so strong, that our mind tells it to stop, but it continues because our 
heart
 keeps saying go on and on.
We remember that special someone with all our heart, and deep we know that 
their time was up.
We trust God, we have faith, and that’s why we pray, 
“Oh Lord take him (or her) to a safer place!”
We pray so that God can bless those families who are in grief, and help them be 
strong and continue on and on. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Robert Hegyes

“Welcome Back Kotter” was a television show from the seventies. It was one of the more popular situation comedies. Robert Hegyes gained his post-high school knowledge at a small, little-known place called Glassboro State College. The New Jersey town of Metuchen is where he came. As the Sweathog named “Juan Epstein“, he achieved his fame. Bob made appearances in many a television show. He became a familiar face so many people would know. I received some very sad news today. Our beloved friend Bob Hegyes has gone away. RIP (1951-2012) From a news story found on AOL


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THOMAS BOLD

Beneath this stone 
A lump of clay
Lies the body of thomas bold
Who boast around to say
"I am bold,i am bold"
But cease to be
When death stares at him
I am dying-he scream!


Details | I do not know? | |

Remember, September

Remember the day,
Remember the hour,
Remember the twin tour.
People were lost,
lives taking at no cost.
What is the reason to give,
when you have no need to live.
Everything is gone,
no reason to live on.
Not even a pray,
could help save the stray.


Details | Ballad | |

Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


Details | Free verse | |

Waist Deep

Wadding through the waterways
collecting all the victims
one by one
as the day turns to night
I see my task has only begun
for all tales that were spun 
I see now are all true
the animal I see is what's left of man
in this country of plenty they went without
in this of land of milk and honey
they went without food or assistance of money
the storm stripped away their pride
took away their homes
but it was man who took away the families
and spread them across this land
we made them strangers in a strange land
and for that we must repay
give them their due
and dedict to them their own special day


Details | Free verse | |

reflected guidence

somewhere between the sephira i beg of thee
bleed my soul and take my spirit eternally 
i question no motive 
of mans hatred nature
and place no blame of that which is smoke and mirrors
oh how i wish i could bring you the horizon
read these words and feel the pain
yet think of comfort 
and its bittersweet rain
forever am i the broken wings 
guidance i offer
an outstretched hand
but i lay in the shadows 
so find my fingertips 
and embrace that which i have reflected upon you


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The Enemy

The day passes sudden as the moon takes its flight
and I wonder where time could've gone.
And even though day still succombs to the night,
the peace has yet to dawn.

Suspicions rise within our eyes
when there's no one left to blame.
We cloud our minds with blatent lies,
and judge them all the same.

But as we sit with fear in our hearts
and wonder what's ahead,
abroad they hide, scared to die,
drowning in the red.

Why can't we see that although we
have suffered tragic death,
they feel the same undoubted pain
with every final breath?


Details | I do not know? | |

Praying to Die

 
Love gone, Heart missing
You recognized my compassion
But the pain you can not feel.
 
I lost my love, compassion dead.
Heart, unseen, Blood bursting.
The pain is killing me now, but you can not see.
 
Body rotting, laying there for the crows,
My heart still broken from fate,
But my brain tells me to live.
 
Heart fighting, Brain pushing,
All I hear is my blood gushing;
The pain pulls me away, to a dark room.
 
I open my eyes, darkness overpowering;
My eyes, forced to shut.
I clear my throat and begin to pray, just as my body is carried off.
 
Eyes open, light blinding,
Blood goes cold,
My heart gets hard and icy.
 
You tear out my heart;
My brain, tells me to fight,
The light approaching, darkness leaving.
My dreams of life over, As I lie there motionless on the floor,
Praying to die....


Details | Elegy | |

Good Night, Until We Meet Again

Farewell, until we meet again
I don't understand why God had to take you so young
Death, pain, and sorrow are hard things
For a young person to deal with in life
I always told you Good Night; we 
saw each other the next day
On that night I thought that 
You were just resting
But then I realized it would be
A rest for all eternity
My heart is broken into pieces as 
I try to hold my tears back
The only person that
I could call my brother
Is now gone, not suffering
And to never be forgotten
Today, I can't think but to 
wonder why God had to take you away
Friends and family pay their
Respects and say their last words
You're in God's hands now,
He'll take care of you
I give you a kiss and whisper
"Good Night! Rest in Peace Until We Meet Again" 


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Dying

Controlled to extremes
Unable to move
Without you leering at me
I slowly starve of reality
Of air
Suffocating
Drowning
'Me' 
Dies


Details | I do not know? | |

"Karma: What Goes Around Comes Around"

Americans think they can do whatever and it won't turn around and bite them in the butt,
They go bully someone and mess their country up,
They rape women and children and then tell them to shut shut up,
The white man devils always trying to oppress somebody,
Their not happy until they kill everybody!
Well guess what; what goes around comes around,
Eventually the truth will come out,
Don't want to change, want to stick with insanity,
It showed when they shot John F. Kennedy,
America will be doomed for life,
Always going to keep their ways even if they have to put up a fight,
What goes around comes around,
America will burn to the ground,
So keep those ignorant ways,
Because one of these days,
America's going to pay!


                                                  ~ Me
                                                  5/24/2008


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PRAYERS FOR EVERYONE

Hope you can see us from high above.
Help us be strong and brave forever no matter.
Be with us always in every which way you can in your kindness.
I will always find your light and keep it in my young heart in my best way possible.
You left us for a reason and we love you in our hearts.
You saved my life to give yours away which l'll  never forget.
It breaks my heart in tears terribly.
Your star will follow me everywhere to guide me in good and bad times.
Your in presence when were in pain and in happiness.
Lead us where we will be safe like the star you carry for each of us.
Let us accept who we are and why were on this earth.
Let your angels carry us where you are so peaceful when our time arrives.
My Prayer, Your Prayer, Our Prayers
Forever in our hearts.
With love always,
Your niece, your family.


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Please Don't Cry

I have noted all
The changes in your life
And I see that you want to prove that you’re strong
You go about your life
Almost like its normal
But then you just suddenly break down and cry
And I can feel your pain
Though I can hardly relate
But know… that it will be ok

Please don’t cry! Please don’t cry! Don’t cry anymore
Because you don’t want to stay miserable
Try to smile! Try to smile! Smile more often
And always know that you’ll meet each other again

Memories just plague
Your mind everyday
But you shouldn’t let that ruin you
Be stronger now
And stand up on your feet
I’m sure that they wouldn't want that from you
Try not to drown their spirit
Instead, try to lift them up
And allow… them to smile down on you

So don't cry! So don't cry! Don't cry anymore
I'm sure that they want to see your happiness
Just relax! Just relax! Relax much more
And remember that you'll see them again

I'm sure that they don't
Want you to have any regrets
I'm sure... they want you to move on

Please don’t cry! Please don’t cry! Don’t cry anymore
Because you don’t want to stay miserable
Try to smile! Try to smile! Smile more often
And always know that you’ll meet each other again
So don't cry! So don't cry! Don't cry anymore
I'm sure that they want to see your happiness
Just relax! Just relax! Relax much more
And remember that you'll see them again


Details | I do not know? | |

WELCOME TWO

                                  WELCOME # 2
                       Welcome to my nightmare
                         Entering my hell
                       Feeling my pain and misery
                        for this is where I
                                 Dwell,
                       All alone in my world
                       Grieving is such pain
                       Forever lost in Silence
                                And
                       Will Forever there remain,
                       Scars so deep they don't stop
                       As silence screams awaken
                       Tear drops that remember,
                        Of those I find forsaken !
            
                      Yes Welcome to my nightmare
                        A world all torn apart,
                     A solemn dark reminder of
                      what's left within my 
                                         Heart.......
                                                             


Details | Elegy | |

Losing a Loved One

Never lost a loved one before 
They tell you to move on
When they don't even know your pain
Emptiness is what I have inside
Why must this happen to me
I can't live like this
But I chose not to give up 

Without my loved one
Without my soul mate
The nights are lonely
But I will be ok
I must be strong
In time my pain will fade
But now I must deal with it
Can't say goodbye so fast
Must take it slow
Our love for each other will always remain






      
    
  
 
   

 
 


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It's Hard

It's hard to believe your gone
Sometimes i wonder what went wrong
I wish i could have you back
But it not gonna happen and that the fact
I can't take back the time
I can't rewind the crimes
I know that you loved me
The way i loved you
It's hard to take the pain
Sometimes I wish i could remove the bane
I wish i was wrong
But i know this will only make me strong
I can't relive the day
I can't take away the pain
I know we were meant to be
Even though some may not agree


Details | Free verse | |

A Mother's Teardrop

her tears stained the paper
after reading the article 
from the pentagon on how
her son was killed in the line of duty
by friendly fire by another
soldier guarding a watch tower
placing metals and flag in hands 
she endlessly stares at her son's 
picture wearing his dressed blues
on the old piano and unwraps
the flag and places over her shoulders
chanting his name over and over again
her husband helps her to her feet
and leads her out the door for their next
visit to his marked tombstone 



Tribute To 
Armed Forces 



Inspired by a sister site Swamp Challenge
To Start Poem Using Her Tears Stained The Paper


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Reminiscence

Recollecting
I cherish the flower
I salvaged 
From the table
That night

The flow of wine
Gentle music
Romance
The two of us
Holding hands

How could I 
Have known
You'd be gone
That tragedy 
Would strike

On the phone
You talked 
To me of love
Driving home 
That night

Now I'm to blame
We broke the law
For love
You having 
Lost your life

A lone
Treasured flower
I cling to 
Now I'll never
Be your wife


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cellophane girl

LEAVING ME HERE
I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT ALL OF THIS WASN'T MY FAULT
MEMORIES BRINGING ME BACK TO THE PLACES THAT I DON'T KNOW AT ALL
BUT I WANTED YOU HERE TO SEE IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE
LIFE IS GONNA BE BETTER ON THE OTHERSIDE

CELLOPHANE GIRL
LIVING IN THE PART OF A CELLOPHANE WORLD
COME BACK TO ME
YOU WAS THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
LITTLE CELLOPHANE GIRL
SEE THROUGH ME

ALL THE DREAMS I WAS CHASING
YOU LEFT A BITTER TASTE IN MY MOUTH 
YOU'RE TURNING ME OVER
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO FEEL
THIS WORLD IS SO COLD NOW
MAYBE WE CAN FIGURE THIS OUT OR WE JUST FALL IN THE CROWD

CELLOPHANE GIRL
LIVING IN THE PART OF A CELLOPHANE WORLD
COME BACK TO ME
YOU WAS THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
LITTLE CELLOPHANE GIRL
SEE THROUGH ME

TAKE ME UNDER FROM THE CRUELTY OF OTHERS
I THINK ABOUT IT DESPERATELY UNTIL THAT DAY
I WILL BE SITTING HERE UNDER THE TREE
DROWING MY MEMORIES DOWN HERE 
I MISS YOU

CELLOPHANE GIRL
LIVING IN THE PART OF A CELLOPHANE WORLD
COME BACK TO ME
YOU WAS THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
LITTLE CELLOPHANE GIRL
SEE THROUGH ME


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Life

Sometimes I wonder what things I’ll do in life
Will I have a wife, a soul mate, a life-long friend, a companion till the end? 
Will I be left on my own, by myself to fend? 
Send me to a place where your looks don’t matter
To a place where you can be skinnier or fatter 
To a place where your confidence and self esteem wont shatter 
A place where you won’t be judged if you eat a full platter 

I wish my emotions were an optional choice 
To be able to drop them, escape the insulting voice 
I wish I was a toddler, back when all that mattered was toys
Where it didn’t make a difference if you liked girls or boys 
People’s words are like an army, waiting to be deployed
And when they deport, your feelings are destroyed
You’re on your own left thinking if there is anyone on your side
But you don’t go and search, you feel the need to hide 
They have created a monster, it’s now living inside 
It's tearing down your courage, and eating your pride 
You find yourself asking if your parents have lied. 
Telling you all these years, you're perfect in every way shape and size 
Even now when you hear that, a part of you dies 
Because it’s not what you believe, according to statistics 
You've been judged throughout life, on your appearance and characteristics 
Facing the world’s most blunt and cold hearted critics 
It’s inevitable to judge, but don't be so quick to attack 
You don't know that person, and that’s just a fact. 
The one you made fun of, lost everything, house burned down, he didn’t have time to pack 
His father had left when he was young; his mother was addicted to crack 
What we all take for granted, is what this boy lacked. 
All I’m asking, is to think before you speak 
Even though you don't know it, it’s making the person weak 
Just focus on yourself, seek what you want from life 
Don't be the person who's the reason, on their wrist, lays a knife.


Details | I do not know? | |

Shallow tears

Gloaming,the facet of life
Seamy,unwilling to the ear
Saw him yesterday,unthinkable
We spoke not quite long inexplicable
I left him just now,unimaginable
Harvestation with no crop
Reorientation for this world
He cries,someday the snail will come off its shell 
Sorrow for eternity 
Joyous for eternity 
In two's thought of the mind 
In two's were 
in twos the journey of mankind.


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Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


Details | Lyric | |

Left Behind

Gathering At The Other Side Of Town
With Hearts In Hand And Hate In Mind
Beliefs Will Often Misconstrue
And Lead Only To What’s Left Behind
No Room For Growth In Destruction
When Each Word Could Be Your Last
Where Can You Really Consort
When Your Cause Has Come And Past?

With Each Day Comes The Passer By
Into The Reaches Of Their Heart
With Each Sunset They Do Remind
That Their Arms Will Never Part
Dreams Come At A Price
And The Claim Remains Unpaid
Can Suicide Be A Sacrifice
When The Hope Is Human Made?

Ode To The Establishment
For Your Arms Do Still Drape
Covering The Eyes Of Innocence
From Your Unrelenting Hate
Gathering At The Other Side Of Town
With Hearts In Hand And Hate In Mind
Beliefs Will Often Misconstrue
And Lead Only To What’s Left Behind


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THE WRONG ROAD

I found out about you tonight!

It brought me to my knees!

The feeling I had was overwhelming!

When I heard, I was not at peace!

You faced a lifetime of battles!

Satan tried to control your every thought!

Did you repent and ask Jesus into your heart?

Did you remember what He did for you at The Cross?

Where are you now?

Only you and The Lord God truly know!

Will I be seeing you in Heaven someday?

Or did you go down the wrong road?


Details | Elegy | |

The Comforter

Mother Earth sits and cries
Crying for what,I can tell.
Weeps for the present wars going on
Weeps for the dying children 
Which she cannot save.
Oh Mother Earth,clean your tears
For I am here to comfort you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Is America The Blame?

Who raped the African Americans?
Who invaded other countries?
Who calls themselves Americans?
Who doesn’t feed the hungry?

We call ourselves the United States of America?!?
Why when United means one?
Why America?
Look what we have done!!
We invade other countries for no reason!
Start war for oil?
How many lives was taken for no reason?!
In the past we did it for soil!
We call ourselves Americans, ha ha ha!
We aren’t Americans were terrorist, scavengers, and savages!!
Everything is our fault.
Yeah, we deserve the surprise packages.
Yes, I am an American, and far from proud of what our ancestors did.
But, I will admit we was wrong and I apologize for the pain we caused everyone.
Most of America will suffer for the blood and pain that was shed.
Let all the hate and racism be gone!!!


11/6/2007


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No More Bad News

Well, well, well now, I just heard the news
There’s another illness lurking
Now I’m really confused
The doctor said that you have pneumonia
Now what are we supposed to do?
Lord, please help us; you’ve got to relieve the pain
She’s always been such a good girl
It’s there something you can do to pull us through this rein?
Of terror that’s quickly taken over
If I could do it myself, I would 
Maybe all I need is to find a four leaf clover
And make a wish that this was only a dream
That you’re really not as bad off
As the doctors want it to seem
You’ll be home soon all you need is a little rest
I think God is trying to put you through another test
To see if you’re strong enough to handle the task
But why couldn’t he see how tired you were
So that we would have to ask
Him he reasons for torturing you
I thought you already proved yourself 
And you were on your way to a speedy recovery?
But now all hope is lost and your illness is no longer a mystery


Details | I do not know? | |

Wasted Innocent

Cold 
In the eyes of the innocent
Mom in the corner trying to breathe
Ribs cracked
Lots of screams
Save me from this awe full dream

Leaky sealing’s 
Broken Tiles
Shattered glass 
A run down mess
Broken home
And empty homes

Facing evil
Getting older
Where does their life go
When they waste it alone 
Going on the street
Getting colder


Details | I do not know? | |

At least I won't hurt you anymore

I sit in the dark blameing myself for all the pain I've caused you,trying to figure out 
a way to make it better,but my mind is blank.I stand with a knife in my hand so 
done with life.I feel the blade slice through my skin.I collapse to the floor 
sceaming in pain .At least I won't hurt you anymore.


Details | I do not know? | |

REALITY

 
Cemetery soul’s hang
Creative mind die’s
Colourful dreams hang
Wonderful! Nature cries
Insane creative act
Inside white paper
High mental rate
“Gives no water”
Twenty-many soul’s wonder
Dry, rainy session
Mutilate fleshy under
Sensitive smiling session
Lustful eye’s below
Pregnant, Insane carry
Young life below
Man’s baby carry
Eulogy shook infant
Cry, Joy sings
Fate stood erect
Creative mind sings.


Details | Blank verse | |

In The Eyes of The Beholder

Hard to breathe.  Suffocating.  
...Please. 
The water envelopes my body,
Deceptively soft, velvety against my thrashing limbs,
Eyes glaze at the rims, 
...You’re hurting me,
Attempting to fight, trying to flee.  All in vain.
Your strength belittles mine own.  Slaughtering the confidence
I would need to escape. 
 “Shhh…sleep now.” Smooth cadence,
With hints of guttural malice…deceivingly seductive,
All thoughts and intentions purely destructive,
Falling.
Failing.
My lungs ache.
“Just breathe…” 
There it was again.  Misleading.
I want to listen.  I need to trust him.  Enthralled. 
I’m afraid…I fear the fall…I’m falling.
My body gives, lungs inhale, the water invades my corpse,
His grip softens, I’m still conscious.  
“Still mine.”
Rescued by death.  I sense him still, falsely triumphant. 
 I’m reaching.
He cradles my body, caressing deadened flesh,
Still warm with history, the remnants of life.
...I’m leaving you.
He understands.  Fingers trace over bruised lips,
This was the only way.  But it tears and rips
Savagely at his sanity. 
...Just Breathe.
 I console him.  Ease the pain.
The truth damages.  
I was already gone.


Details | Quatrain | |

Taken

Herded humans
Sweltering trains
Dead cargo
Suffering remains

Gunshot glory
Spurting spite
Guarded genocide
Barbwire lights

Warsaw widows
Stripped of food
Numbered days
Ribs that protrude

Anesthetized surgeons
Screaming knife
Smoldering smokestacks
Vacating life

Conveyor belt corpses
Rolling into ravines
Six million taken
Will no one intervene


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Shadows

 
Silent echoes, streaming through my ears,
The screams sound so real;
But they're only there for me to hear.
 
Shadows moving behind my eyes,
I try to speak,
But the truth is not spoken, only lies.
 
Inner demons, tearing me apart.
My body is going to collapse,
With one final kick to my heart.
 
There it goes, my life out the window.
I try to hold on, I try to scream.
But I met my match, my demons are overflowing
Like a stream.
 
I go to school, trying to hide my true feelings inside.
It's a new day, but the demons refuse to leave,
My pain just won't go away, they are determined to hide.
 
They see all of the marks, all of the signs,
If they only asked how I felt,
My demons, they would find.
 
But for now, they will remain hidden behind my eyes, throughout my toes.
The only thing you will see from them;
Is my pain, hidden in their Black Shadows....


Details | ABC | |

time of death

what 
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time of death: 1:47


Details | I do not know? | |

Mama Knows Better

I suppose, 
that one more day
and one more apple 
could shrink it away.

But, I also suppose
if I say one more prayer
it will disappear
and won't be there.

I guess I suppose
doctors know what to do
so I can get better
when surgery is through.

But Mama knows better,
or I suppose she might,
when she works a double shift
to pay for my fight.


Details | I do not know? | |

Never Forgotten 9-11

Every day one must die.
and if your not afraid you'r telling a lie.
Thousands stayed,
Thousands prayed,
Thousands helped,
Thousands yelped.
For what had happened was a terrible thing.
But on that day,
thousands got their wing.
As the wind blows,
you can hear them sing.
remember their smile,
remember their face,
because noone will ever take their place.


Details | Didactic | |

Forney

The grass is a pale yellow 
The sky groans above it
The children play on the grass
And their feet crunch on the grass
Like snow in the winter-time
And I envy the Scottish, the Irish.

The plow rusts in the soil
The companion of labour and toil
Lies encased in the muck of 
The Blackland Prairie.

The lifeless form steering the John Deere
Probably drunk on cheap bitter beer
Pilots the monster through forest
Driving Pan and the Satyrs away
And this is only another day
Of destruction on the prairie.

And Suburbia is built 
On top of God's earth, and false names,
Deceitful names, are given to the editions:
Woodcreek, Sunny Peak, Deer Leap
Where the creek is dry
The sun refuses to shine
And the deer is extinct.

The wind cuts like a razor 
Through the few trees that remain.
The people drive their cars
While their children sit inside,
Playing their video games, seeing stars
Their brains already dead.

And the rain does not come
Because of man's greed, and
Off the highway to Hell
Lies a young sapling, full of
Promise, waiting to live,
Then stripped from the earth by
The jaws of the yellow monster.


Details | Ballad | |

Oh God I Cant Do This

It's been so long since that day changed my life and darkened everything around 
me I relive all the time minute by minute cant go with out crying I find my self 
wanting to call you until I remember I reach up as high as I can with my arms so 
wide It just aint right to still be here with out you near me, I'll say it clear while I 
hold back tears I feel so helpless some days I dont think I can live through this 
oh god I cant do this. So many plans we envisioned about growing up and 
getting old what promise the future hold, I tried so hard to run away from that day 
because I just didnt know what to say still to this day I feel so helpless some 
days I just dont think I can live through this oh god I cant do this. Contemplate 
visting your grave after all these years with so many fears I cant bare I hope you 
understand all this just was'nt part of the plan I feel so helpless some days I just 
dont think I can live like this oh god I cant do this. What I would'nt give for one day 
with you to tell you how much I love you it was a blast the times we had from little 
kids so close to adults I'm totally lost I find strength in memories of you and me 
but its not enough to calm the hurt, I feel so helpless some days I just dont think I 
can live like this oh god I cant do this I feel so helpless everything has changed 
I'm not the same as day's go bye can I get through this your truly missed oh god I 
cant do this oh god I cant do this.


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Ecstatic Words

I long to see you, to infuse you with joy
Speak bubbling words to soothe 
Your aching heart
Hold you tightly in my loving arms
Place lasting kisses on your very soft,
Revered lips
As an honest man does to a newly-found 
young woman
Of whom his heart craves so much after

For you’re exceptional today,
Spectacular among the women of your clime
You’re a wealthy Queen indeed
You’re vivid in speech
And would love to teach
All young ones, and all people within your reach
The precious traditions and values
Of all great times and seasons
Sweeter than cream and many a peach

I long to re-echo as a voice that brings cheer
To your sorrowing heart
For a day like this,
The sad news filtered down to you
Of the sudden departure 
Of an excellent gem you so much treasured	
In your life

I long to exchange pleasant hugs with you,
As many gallant folks since the days of yore,
Often keep a trustful guard on their tongue
Who with uncommon and rare actions
Portray their innermost feelings 
As they anxiously stay awake 
Through the dead of the nights
And wait with great expectancy 
And with patience
For a promising morning.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Fear

   It'll crawl in your insides and make you turn upside down.
    You'll start to run from everything and all everyone can do is look at you with sad 
eyes. Like it's sad that your afraid to climb mountain tops and crawl in the dirt. It 
sort of makes you guilty for always running away and it always catches up to you until 
you can't escape anymore. It's like the world is so huge and intimidating, it makes you 
seem so small like your the only one. Fear is fear until you learn to conquer it. Don't 
let it take over your mind because when it gets there it's deadly, it'll eat your insides 
even though your not ready.


Details | Quatrain | |

IT'S OVER

It's over for her
Such suffering and pain
She is up in Heaven
Where there's so much more to gain

her darling little face
Full of tenderness and love
Knowing for sure, somehow
She was sent from above

Her cute little hands
And her stout little nose
Everything perfect to us
Right down to her toes

Her purpose in life
Was to give others strength
Even though it only lasted
About fifty-three hours in length

Her stay here for us
Was such a short one, you see
But she taught us so much that life
Can be wholesome, gentle and free

Yes, dear Lord, please
Take her to a place that's new
To that place up and beyond
Where forever she'll be with you


Details | I do not know? | |

The Lonely Soldier

This soldier believes our country is worth fighting for
So after September 11th,
He joined the Marine Core

He left behind his wife and two kids
Knowing that he couldn’t leave his wife
Without giving her one last kiss. 

The lonely soldier, fought hard and true,
But when he called her that night,
He found that there was something in her voice that was new.

This lonely soldier
Couldn’t believe what he heard,
He realized that she was gone, that he’ll never be able to hold her.

They say war takes Courage and Pride,
But there is a greater war that takes place, greater than a war between any two 
countries,
The War is Love, and Love can take you on one hell of a ride.

This ride can take you up; it can bring you to the greatest time of your life
But this ride can also go down,
Making you want to just leave, make you want to grab a knife.

So for all of us lonely soldiers out there,
Before you get on this crazy ride known as love,
Make sure that you leave her with a kiss, tell her you’ll always be by her.
And say you’ll miss her like the morning sun.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Drunken Lizard in My Beer

Astride his cyber-stallion of awesome
     hi-tech military might,
Against the backdrop of missile silos,
     a fearsome sight,
The Commander-in-Chief, huge,
     malevolently looming,
Smirks at the seared carcasses,
     moves about, preening. 
     
As the wounded crawl and drag
     their corpses through debris,
Embers and ashes of home and 
     heart, maimed memory,
The old, the children, if he says
     so,  must be blasted away,
Mere bloody burnt offerings on   
     the altar of peace, he'd say.

"Hail, the Commander-in-Chief,
     brave champion of peace!"
Nervously chant his lackeys,
     goons, dogs  and toadies,
A power-dazed lion so lionized 
     by the envious with  fear,
How I wish he were this drunken
     lizard drowning in my beer !


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Cry

why do you make me cry
do you wish I would die
last time I asked you said yes
but you would never under stand the rest
the way I feel
there is no a peel
sometimes happy most sad
But I do not let it show
but do not feel bad
I am waiting to escape
all I ask to stop making me cry


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The Knife

Today I sit and think about my life
Today is my judgement day
For today once again I will pick up the knife
I will trace the blade once more on my skin
And let all the pain bleed out from my flesh
Let my open wound do all my talking
And release all my doubts 


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The Flying Casket

amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball

within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished



In Memory Of 
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg 

{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}


Also Entry For
Brian Strands 
Indelible Impressions Contest


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Kiss Of Death

A woman comes staggering in
Have words with her you’ll never win
You happen to be sleeping sound
This girl she is very wound
The kiss of death she gave to me
Death among us I do see
I wish that it was just a dream
I would rather be hit in the head with a beam
Everyone thinks it’s a game
That I got a kiss from this dame
But the last laugh will be on me
My wrath they will see
The kiss of death spells the end 
Not one person that will defend
Moving on is what I’ll do
At least she didn’t give me two

Betty Sue Kope-Crawford  April 17, 2009


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Not yet 20

not yet 20 and his dreams have failed
not yet 20 and his skys have blackened
not yet 20 and he's already looking for "the one"
not yet 20 and he has more scars than you will know
not yet 20 and has cried more tears than its possible
not yet 20 and his heart is already broke
not yet 20 and his faith has been wounded
not yet 20 and he already see's the ugly side of life
not yet 20 and has already dreamed of death
not yet 20 and has already put knives to use
not yet 20 and his eyes are still shut
not yet 20 and still waiting...for a reason
not yet 20 and wants to know all the answers
not yet 20 mind is too open
not yet 20 and had no reason to go on
not yet 20 and feels its his time
not yet 20 and finds His last breath
not yet 20 and takes his own life
not yet 20 a teenage suicide...

Atwan Fisher (I'm sorry I never believed your words)


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Nine-Eleven Recovered

He, on loan from faith, stared skyward
Eyes hoisted flagless where the boom broke
And saw through that window forward
Coming, what no imagination could evoke.
 
Some men like fledglings have learnt to fly,
And yet to land give craft to chance
These Allah gives hedonistic reward to die
Was how they still explain the significance
 
Of that jihad frightened fissable fuming
Out of scowling morning, sudden
Like the judgment some long awaiting
Before the promised gift of heaven
 
And after that like an Edenic shock wave
Day unfolded dark gray dust and smoke
Fear saw nothing beyond the sudden grave
Love and quarrels interrupted like a joke
 
A second chance never to be tolled again
Where hearts like arthritic fingers petrified
With pain, exit without farewell, and the rain
Of sorrow's tears dilute the deluge that cried.
 
And so seeing his last unbelief, he heard
The curdled scream surrounding him
The shaking world, the boom undeterred
By prayer, crucifex, or child forgotten hymn.
 
And when like archeologist sifting dust to find
Doubt lost in a crevice of mind, they came
Scraping with emotions, brimming and blind
With grains of dust out of a tumult of flame
 
I stood too, alone in my sudden vulnerability
Seeing what's left of arrogance and city
Then upswooped by feathered sense of empathy
Beheld, and could not grasp the new reality.
 
The world more secure is less forever sure
Freedom is frittered by a pale fanged fear
And I for all our frenzy found no crafted cure
And in my heart a boom still lingers there.


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Our Loved One

The one who helped us
When we were down
Made us smile 
When we had a frown
I wish that you didn't 
Have to go so soon
I was glad when you were around 
I wish you could come back
We all really miss you 
Not a day goes by 
Without thinking about you
That just shows our love 
For you is more than true
That is why god is with you 
It was just your time to go
I can still hear your voice 
Flowing in and out my ear 
As I sit by the window
And that's how I know 
You're still here with me 


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Waiting for you

When day's gone by,
and night's drawn in;
when most are
bound to sleep.
I'll lay a while
remembering you;
safe, in my dreams to keep.
Where none will know,
those sultry times;
our souls will wander free;
'till death will bring us
close again,
and leave just you and me.


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Losing Someone Special

when i found out the news i cried for hours
i couldn't talk, eat or even shower
the pictures of him made me shiver
who knew he had a problem with his liver
i miss him like crazy
the thought of him makes me hazy
all the cherished moments we've shared
it really shows how much we cared
i feel to know i'm burdened in sorrow
there will be a new light shinning tomorrow


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Rigor Mortis

          The Madness Continues

Rigid as steel he sleeps, stiff and lifeless,  
Inert, a shell of a man who liked to laugh.  
Gone through the valley of death him who   
Once was filled with much capacity to love.  
Rest in peace, brother, whoever you are.   

More of the same will most certainly ensue      
Out in the harsh, unforgiving desert sands.
Rue the day when leaders set forth agenda  
To pursue wily enemies with phantom WMD.   
In the mortuary a chaplain kneels in prayer,
Soldier takes his last, long journey home.


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morning dews

riverbank of tears
collected in the traversing 
memories of yore
trace tribal incisions 
on my face: signpost
of mother’s  dawn hassles
to keep me alive


alive, now you have
gone to embrace your siblings
departed in twilight 
of their morning dews
you left without a word,
a word to keep me collected
in remembrance, but
death, you are not brave
do not think you are brave?
you could not dare 
make the call
when strong bones
were are at alert

death, you are not a friend
you are an adversary
no one will welcome you
with kola nuts
death, the unwelcome guest,
you crashed in to take when
no one invited you
make up your face in shame
your eyelids reveal 
you as a failed project.


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My Saving Grace

Bits and pieces of my soul
dying slowly as my heart grows cold.
Rumors, lies, deceitful friends
breaking the promise of being ‘til the end.
Running blindly through the dark,
hiding my wrists - covering the mark...
No one can hear me screaming for help,
nothing you say can heal how I've felt.
Bloody tears running down my face
stumbling and falling forgetting my grace,
hitting my knees as my glass box caves in.
Watching every mistake, seeing all of my sins,
flowing slowly before my eyes,
hearing my voice repeating the lies.
The Angel of Death says, "Come, take my hand-"
and in the corner of my eye, I see a man.
Beauty comes from both sides of me-
The Angel of Death or the man staring anxiously.
Both saying they can show me a way, 
shaking and crying, do I go or do I stay?
What has this life got to offer me?
I'll never be what you want me to be...
Bottling the pain back up inside,
I'm not going to fall into another lie,
back into a life of regret and betrayal-
running to the man before my heart goes stale.
Painfully and blindly I fall into his arms,
feeling life back into death, feeling safe from harm.
He brushes my hair out of my eyes, kisses the bloody tears-
whispers, "You are loved" in my ears...
Ignoring the hate and the rumors said,
giving me a reason to want to live instead.
Cleaning me off, with a future full of love...
One I've never had, or received enough of.
Making me be who I want to be.
Clearing my vision- making it easier to see.
Maybe self-esteem will be next in this soul of lies,
to take off the mask, be true to myself in my eyes.
Bits and pieces of my soul
being reborn as my heart grows whole.
Slowly one by one, piece by piece
finding a love, one worth to keep.
One who found me on the brink of death,
This man, with a heart stronger than the rest.


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Fallen Soldier

A gentle giant with a heart that complements his compassion to help and protect 
humanity from the evils bestowed upon family and friends assuring them peace 
with a blissful ignorance that everything is sound.

Protecting us, as we are a nation, from threats over seas, a natural leader is born 
from out of the ash, which consumes the hearts of most with a horror of death as 
he alleviates this fear with honor and bravery.

Within his friends, which were spawned in the depths of the pines, lies a 
company of his fellow soldiers in this war of addiction, that will miss the laughter 
and wisdom he shared, allowing this adventure a bit easier to believe life in 
recovery is possible.

Many people loved and cared a great deal for Gordon, as we shed tears of 
sorrow over the memory of this magnificent being that God blessed this world 
with proving that angels do walk amongst man

As big as his heart was that helped and nurtured the people close to him, it was 
also the source of his tragic end as a mortal to this planet, but not the end of his 
soul, for he is a guardian angel on my shoulder and that of the people closest to 
him.

He will always remain in the hearts of the many people he touched throughout 
the years and especially the men of Lebanon Pines.


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Lost in a hateful World

Lost in a hateful world
hurt, disrespect, and murder
searching for something but can not find
learning about this hateful world 

Lost in a hateful world
screaming at the top of my lungs but nobody hears
running away from this hateful world but no way out 

Lost in a hateful world


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Baby

I had a dream of you, my precious baby
Of holding you tight, keeping you safe all night
You'd be my first, my miricale baby

Your tiny fingers, your little glowing eyes
A smile to shine as bright as the stars that light my night
My special baby

When you learn to crawl
Your first walk
The very first words i'd hear you utter

Your first birthday, and every holiday
Mommy, daddy, play with me
My darling baby

To feel you kick inside of me
Your first breath, your little heartbeat
A gift from God, taking place
The eagerness to see your smiling face

The joy it brings to sing you to sleep
The warmth egnited from the innocent love of a child
Watching you grow day by day
Lighting your world, leading your way
Everything you'd ever want, ever need
I'd gladly give my life for you, my baby

Every feeling i'd ever recieve
From loving you, my dear, I felt in one night's dream
But i'll never get to live the end
Because Your life in this world wasn't able to begin

All this said, I wish was only a dream
But honey, this was a reality corrupted by me
I never meant to hurt you, if only i'd known you were there
If only you knew how much I care

You'll forever stay in my dreams
I'm sorry, my beloved baby.....


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Farewell to Margaret

Wipe my tears sweet Margaret, 
ask me why it is I grieve. 
Ask me not of my regret. 
It is for un-leaving of a tree. 
It is for coming lack of Spring. 
It is for this and other things. 

It is for clouds that block the sun. 
It is for a clock not setting still. 
It is for a creek waterless to run. 
It is for loss of life's own will. 
It is for all we have not seen. 
It is for this and other things. 

It is for wand-wood leafless lie. 
It is for snow on mountains tall. 
It is for tears that fill an eye. 
It is for coming of the fall. 
It is for a church bell as it rings. 
It is for this and other things. 

Ask me not of my regret. 
Blind it is for men to sin. 
Just hold my heart sweet Margaret, 
and love me to the coming end. 
Beyond your spirit catching wing, 
it is for this and no other thing.


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never coming up

A man walks down the road
a wanderer with no goal
on his heart a heavy load
That will soon take a toll

As he walks in solitude
his eyes drift from reality
a place without grattitude
the darker side of fantasy

Life lost to him it's purpose
He had nothing left to lose
He was giving into us
He was going to forever snooze

In the darkness he was lost
bumping into all fear and hate
his soul colder than winter's frost
In his heart lay a closed gate

He came upon a bridge
looked at the water below
and quietly walked to the edge
into the water he would go

One last look at life
his knees then bent
"I'm coming dear wife"
then down he went.

never coming up.


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Cancerous composure

It's description is corruption.
A continuous rape of pride and health
that nests within your walls of life.
Eats your body, drinks your blood,
Satan’s imitation of the crucifixion.
A candle of white set upon by dripping tar,
snuffed the flame and floating on it's breath.
Invading death. . .that rubs against the ivory bone.
Spectrums collapse and leave behind the somber shades
that rub with time, as faith decays.
As flesh constricts, draws closer to it's source,
Skeletal exposure.
Cancerous composure.


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Eulogy to your tears

The day is soon, I do not fear it,

make my tomb of oak, but dont let ignorance near it......

I write it down, my will and trust,

my life's intentions seamed so just...

points after death are a must:

line one it reads: to my family, who struggled so hard,

did you ever stop to think your just a human being?

line two in ink: to my friends, whom I never understood,

keep on living, I knew you would anyway

line three, the world: fix yourself, get over petty cries,

make your lives worth witnessing, before it dies....

Request:

bury me by the sea, so I could feel where I could never be,

give all I own, even skin and bone, to those hope lies alone...

don't mourn but smile, celebrate....hopefully my life wasn't all trials...

tell  my mother she did it all, if she breaths, without her Id surely fall,

to my eldest brother, you were my inspiration, live out your aspirations,

to my father, give my printed memories, for then he may actually know me...

To be recited at my passing:

I did not live out of spite or jealousy,
I did not dwell on whats right or vanity,
Living.....was my joy...
So when you hear this, don't lose a single tear,
don't let your life float amiss, theres so much more to hear,
listen......do you hear it...
Its the wind blowing at your feet, caressing your skin, it feels like relief,
take a moment , breath it in, look far, then look deep,
take it.....and make it your own...
Live, even when it seams life isn't worth the grief,
I was but one, you all are many....
remember me, not in sadness,
remember me, for her and what I say,
Life is but a joy,
don't swing it away.....


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Friends through everything

Her bright blue eyes look up at the sky
She talks to her father but doesn’t say goodbye
She just hopes and prays that he will come home
Or that he’ll write a letter or maybe he’ll phone

In her heart she hurts real bad
And all the time she is feeling sad
But she puts on a brave face and tries to get through
If only someone else understood too

When he said “i love you” it stayed in her heart
And this makes it harder for them to be apart
She wonders why it’s her daddy that’s gone
And that is why I wrote this song

I want her to know how much I care
And I hope she understands I will always be there
I know it hasn’t happened to me
But I can try to help her out you see

So if she’s ever sad or feels alone
Just don’t hesitate to give me a phone
Because even when she feels her life’s coming to an end
Just remember that I’ll always be her friend


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Funeral

This fated day has come
with open arms instead of fear.
Don’t bring a sad voice of sorrow
to my grave or shed a tear.

I don’t ever want to hear
a sniffle or a tear drop.
It doesn’t change the fact
that your flowers lay on top.

This isn’t the end
of us being together;
just a pause in time until
a change in the weather.

When you will join me
on a distinct level or plain.
To start a new beginning
different but the same.

I’m here with you now
looking out and over you.
To make sure to spread your love
when you think of Mindy Sue.


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Danse Macabre

Danse Macabre is German for Dance of Death...


Transfixed by the movements, the musical vibrance,
We move to the tune of invisible sirens.
Reality reposes with the closing of eyelids,
Then lies change to truth and peace transforms violence.
As the colors fade from blue, all noise turns to silence. 

Upon awakening, I feel an icy hand capture me;
Pulling me down, closer to insanity.
Vertigo sets in, but the dizzying gravity
Helps to realize the hand is my own, that I’m actually
Standing stock-still, alone, blinded while I atrophy. 

With our head down and eyes dripping wet,
Feeling hasn’t slipped from us yet.
Silence is a burden we grow to regret,
But still a reminder of that which is set:
The music of a past we’ll never forget. 

A distant drone, or a heartfelt beating,
Omnipresent and ever-repeating.
Tongue tipped with malice, the devil is feeding
And tightening the noose which constricts our dreaming.
While robbed of our fruits we lie quiet,.. selfish and bleeding. 

As we sit cradled by cold, grim hands,
Choice is beckoning, it calls, it demands
To face the music and to take a stance.
And as the echo lives on through our second chance,
We’re helplessly drawn into this wreckless dance.


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rUNNNING WATER

Running Water 

Cold, lonely, fears
Heartache,pain,tears
Abuse, torment all of her years 
Sick of the lies
sick of the guys 
hurts so bad inside 
Samestuff everynight 
Men walk the earth with no souls 
Night after night it takes it toll
Can you hear the running water
Flooding out her cries
Feels nothing when they caress her thighs
Smile on their faces all a facade
They just want her bod
Do they know my age or do they care
what do they fear 
give it up or ya dying (running water)
why you sighing
goes to the building
the place where it all started
She lost her virginity
By some Pimp some scumbag 
Her own father(running water
Runs a tub of running water
 running water
She closes the door ofthe abandonded building
Think about your children
My son is my brother
A  sister mommy
Pills and razor blades 
Drop to the floor
Convulsions
Twisting and turning as she drops to the floor
Even the devil hell'll see this  and feel remorse for
Torn apart
By men with out a heart 
Pray to her maker
To make it end 
Molested at 10
God haven't heard from him since
Make it all go away 
No more pain, no more monsters 
No more tears, no more more ruthless 
virginity-taken by some pimp, some scumbag
Her own  father
Runs to the basement floor
A life even the Devil'll shed a tear for
On the floor-Here's the scence
Walls are lime green
Smells like crap
Straight out of a horror scence
A home not even suiutable to fiends
There a sink and a tub
Pills and razor blades 
Ah Takes out the painkillers
Here eyes fill with so many tears 
Been tring to escape for years
Fills the tub with running water
Tears flow(Running Water)
Silence-pain comes back
Yeah, yeah back back.. to reality 
Wish I was god so I could get a gun & watch em all defy gravity
Gets in a tub of running water 
Puts her head down
Let it flow 
Better than a pill 
Aint no ecstasy
Let em' get the best of me 
Nothing is sound
Silence- 
Death is my escape
Through the flow of running water 


© Amin Aziz 


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Lost In Sorrow

Lost In Sorrow
Drowing in black blood
searching for something 
but can not find

Lost In Sorrow
Drowing in black blood 
touching burning acid
burning thru skin and born

Lost In Sorrow


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Alone in Life

Life without you is like being dead.
There’s no purpose to get up or to go through the day.
When you’re alone its like just being empty inside, nothing has any meaning. Life 
has no reason to go on.
Everybody needs somebody to share everydays.
When the sun comes up it is so much better to share the beauty of the sunrise 
with someone.
When it rains it’s better to stay in bed and share the beauty of the rainfall.
Just everday, the little things are great when you have someone to share them 
with. When you are alone it has no meaning because it becomes no fun, just 
loneliness. 
You feel just empty and without purpose in life- when you are by yourself. We all 
need someone- it started since the day we were born to the day we die. 




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Guardian Angel

God speed and keep our loved one warm
know in our hearts he will forever be
wishes from his children
let him, my guardian angel be
have him always watch over me
never let me forget what wonder he gave
the smiles he forced upon my face
everyone says how he loved to laugh
his smile always made everything better
his jokes brightened the day
he made the weight of the world on ones shoulder
seem to disappear at least for an instant
he leaves behind great memories
in which no one can deny
he made you so mad you just had to hate him
remember his jokes, his smile, and his laugh
he was such an honest, trusting, wonderful man
I never thought he'd make us cry

Enough is enough
It's time for a change!


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A Piscean Death

Cherished 
beloved
child's spirit, tinged with sadness, 
you played us your soul, 
and we each took it away with us, in little pieces
your eyes they haunt me still
I miss the way they used to question and accuse
my crippled angel,
broken by the world's injustice,
I feel the pain in your voice,
your hair hung in pale streaks
across the shadowed beauty of your face
you radiate a light so pure, 
a steady flame set in a tavern window 
my beacon of hope
through the darkest hours of my soul
So like the single flame I now burn
to keep watch through the long, silent hours
of the night, every April fifth
to preserve your memory
gone too soon, love
gone too soon


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Life

Life is only their for a while,
So when i go i'll leave whith a smile,
You only live one time,
So i can only wright one rhyme,
Poems are easy to do,
If thats what you put your mind to,
Its just mostly how you feel,
Not like you take the time to kneel,
You just have to try,
And if you dont succeed dont cry,
Just do the best you can do,
And there is nothing that could go better with you,
So when i go and die,
No one can say i lie,
Most people say,
Every one could wright a poem in less than a day,
But i dont think that at all,
Wright every fact little or small,
I take my time,
And wright every single rhym.


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DEATH IN THE FAMILY

Everything was up to date

Around the year 1998

Two days after valentines day

You can think what you may

A balloon of love hung in the car

Everyone left with a scar

Five shots fired

The detectives were hired

Three children left orphaned

And only one man to blame

Penny was hit one time in the back

And three in the chest, what a shame

Dwayne shot himself once in the chest

He laid there and suffered with a hole in his vest

He laid there in a pile of blood and bled

But not till he put a towel over her head

Everyone gathered to morne a her viewing 

Even Alma Snyder from Kentucky flew in

I cried so hard at her grave site 

I wish she could have put up a fight

People gathered from near and far

They came in a truck, van, or car

I forgive him but some people dont

i understand why some people won't

She's safe in God's hands now

I don't know why or how

We miss her more then ever

We'll remember her face forever.


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Holding On

My love for someone is deeply gone
I hold on to my grangfather
Holding onto the memory's going on
Hold onto him as if he was not gone
I lost him apart of my heart died
But life will go on
I can't stop my life on morn him everyday
I still love my grandpa even when he is gone
I hold on as if he is still there
I hold on everyday of my life
Hold onto everything he gives me to
Remind me of how special he was to me


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God's Little Angel

My little Caylee
you were only three
how could someone have taken you from me

on a summers day
you went out to play
now someones buried you in mud and clay

but do not fret my little angel
for they will be caught one day
whether man or woman God will have his last say

as balloons and clowns will return that smile
gods taken your hand to hold for awhile

you will forever remain etched in our hearts
for God has given you a brand new start

though you are a millions miles away
I can still hear your laughter while you play

My little angel who I never knew
it makes me sick for those who had no clue on
how you could of been a doctor lawyer or a nurse to help the few

like I said have no fret cause God sent his crew 
to return his little angel and start anew
for their is other parents that will love and hold you 




In Loving Memory Of Caylee Anthony
RIP Sweetheart


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Misery + Ecstasy

"my ecstasy is my misery,"

and she swallowed the pill,
counting the minutes that
separated their difference:

misery and ecstasy, walking
hand-in-hand through the rut
in the valley of denial, drowning
so deep in waves of blurred
stimulation; hopeless, her nerves
crack,
rushing past the speed of pain,
only to slide through her fingertips
back onto another pill that,
yet again,

she clutches like a sleepless lover
in the glow of capsules and a blacklit
agony; her heart beats erratically-
a prisoner waiting to break free
from its cage, and feel life, smoothly
coursing through her veins,
as she swallows-

her pulse spikes and eyes roll back
to a place of no thought; no judgment
to measure just what she's living for,
looking for, or why - a fairytale land
of neon greens and electric
emotion
a place where she's alone
just enough to be comfortable
in a room full of dead light and
decaying relationships; 
she turns her back, knowing
she'll be stabbed, bound, tied and
gagged.

but this way,
no one will notice her eyes
rolling
head lolling
back, moving
to the violent heartbeat-
stifling her mumbled pleas
of lonely syllables
not a soul will hear -

"please,
just bring me back"


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Her Word, the truth

...She inhales So
her Secret won't yet Slip...

Her life was a by-product
of my rotting flesh,
set in a dysmal still-life
where she was my only color.

The past was a blur
plunged in a hypodermic needle;
smoke-filled chambers of thought Coalesce-
ideas Congeal.

The form she usually held was an open hand,
a broken heart, even a bridge Between.
Sadly, today she was but a blank piece of burning paper,
expressionless.

Her facade shimmered before me,
ever-changing,
as she leapt into my hand,
settling into her luminous revelation
I ran with and
squirm I do, only to
consume and remove
these criss-crossed truths;
static-constraints
shackling Inherent definition.

She struggled, fading into a deep blue,
and just as the light turns green, turns

"Is it always this hard,
to be just what You Are?" she exhales,

exhausted,

and jumps from out of my head,
crossing unthinkable distance
only to splatter her brains and suicide
upon the wall of
her Readers' Misunderstanding.


Details | Verse | |

As The Hour Grows Late

As the hour grows late
And so dims the beauteous sparkle in your eyes,
So burns my yen to ruminate.
To ponder 'til I realise
How much your life has meant to me,
That you were there right from the start,
How no one else could ever be
This special corner of my heart.

As the hour grows late
And so dims the beauteous sparkle in your eyes,
I shrink in fear, come to hate
The prospect of our last goodbyes
And cannot ever vent or know
With prayers or words, smiles or tears,
How very much I loved you so,
Sweet keeper of my golden years.


Details | Alliteration | |

Lonely from anywhere

What good is love if you don’t have a name
What good would you bring if you were the same
I know we could go but you locked the door
I know what you know, or at least you did before 

You think what I think we are the same
You live in your surroundings and we play the game
And I know what you know when you locked that door
You see where I go and I don’t know you anymore. 
 
Now I am left here to fend on my own
Our world has decided that I can’t go on
What good is society if they can make that choice
They don’t know the good that I bring, and so many like me before 

I thought the sky was falling
The rain was coming down
Were you in the midst 
I was lost from all the sound 

And I knew that heros were welcome
What would I have to do now
I am just an ordinary
One man lost in the crowd  
 
Heros come and they go
Though it’s imaginary what they show
This is how we began 
Heros come and they go
But we must stay and show
That we will live again


Details | Bio | |

Harlequin

She's a mirror to the outside world
Prostetic porcelain girl
She appears as a rag doll torn
An honest case
Still born
Tried so hard to make the show
To condemn it all to hell
I guess I will never know
How to diminish the spell

Shrouded in the lucid dream
I will number the dead
You can never escape the clutches 
Of my fragile Harlequin

Sweet aftertaste of genocide
Hidden in this stitch
Laced in a smiling frown for me
Advertise innocence
If I knew it'd end like this
There'd be no finger prints

Shrouded in the lucid dream
I will number the dead
You can never escape the clutches 
Of my fragile Harlequin

Feeling daunted
I lay defeated
For everyone to see

Shrouded in the lucid dream
I will number the dead
You can never escape the clutches 
Of my fragile Harlequin

Take your
Take your
Lobotomy
I know better than to be
I know I'm the last to leave
My shattered Harlequin


Details | Rhyme | |

Bridge to paradise

When he was a kid,he took his own advice,
Set off on his own for the bridge to paradise.
He looked high and low,on the different roads he took,
There was a lot of places he's been,and some places he didn't look.
He got married,had kids of his own and forgot about his advice,
With his mind on his family,he forgot about the bridge to paradise.
As he grew in age and failing health with his family,
An old friend told him,the bridge to paradise you cannot see.
As he lay on his deathbed,he remembered this advise,
Looked to the lord for thanks and found the bridge to paradise.


Details | I do not know? | |

no more tears since 1997

No more tears for that which has departed
No endings for that which has not started
The knife is in the skin, yet no bleeding
Why shed tears? When tears we are not needing
Drinking her bath water tasting so pure
Using your vice, as her bait and her lure
Drugs not taken, is the rapture of death
In evry tear, evry laugh, evry breath
No passions to give, no feeling to show
Bottled up emotions, never let go
A pound of flesh for a trip to heaven 
No more tears, since nineteen ninety seven


Details | I do not know? | |

Dust in the wind

Captured in this field of hell,
No way out,no one to tell.
Beaten by this masters hate,
No way out,they've locked the gate.
Burned by this scorching sun,
No way out,no where to run.
Born to this world of sin,
The only way out is the 
Dust in the wind.


Details | I do not know? | |

One year later

One year has past scenes that frightful day
That day when we woke and saw that it wasent a dream
Thousands had died, for no reason.

We lost innocent children our mothers, fathers, grandparents, everyone
Including a little peice of ourself.

Everyone lost someone on that day
that day taht we wish was still a dream.
In a year we still havn't forgotten that we were changed
Changed forever, in one minute
In that year that had passed 
we have lost more friends then ever before 
And even more of ourselfes

In the year that has passed 
We have come together to mourn,
And rejoice for the people that are still alive
From that frightfull day.

In the years to come we will slowly recover
We will slowly put it in the back of our minds,
As we learn how to deal with the pain that came that morning,
Untill that day we go.
But we will never forget or fully forgive


Details | Free verse | |

Accepting our loss

Such pleasure you gave 
in the short time we had,
but you were chosen
and though we are sad;
you're away from the dangers
your earthly life had,
away from things ugly
those awful things, bad... .
You brought us peace,
we can't be mad;
for your crossing over -
means an angel they add.
So proud of you,
so very glad;
from loving friends, family;
Mum and Dad 
xxxx


Details | I do not know? | |

Hope On a Rope

The feeling of disappointment turns to depression
Which this feeling does not subside, it takes hold of your life.
Seeing the bottom of bottles helps to bring hope,
That can all be summed up in a folded note.

A note of memories and laughter,
Yet the anxiety is coming faster.
Reading along with the pastor
He realizes his actions were disastrous.

“Help me fill this void in my life”, he says
“Help me get my life back on track”
The sound of metal crashes as he speaks 
He will be locked in a cell for eternity.

Waiting to stand face to face and meet his fate, 
His dreams of Lucifer have done nothing but keep him awake.
Words from the note come to life, 
And he can only kneel by the bed and pray, thinking of taking his own life.

The power one holds within his own hands
Only comes when there is a demand. 
As he lay to sleep that night cold and hungry
He starts to mumble in his sleep.

The lights are flashing all around
Screams are now drowning, there is no sound.
Blood is all around, and fresh air can not be found.
Smoke fills the lungs and burning flesh ignites the senses.

No, he cries in his sleep.
Let me hold you one last time.
Let me be that husband you never had,
Let me be the father you once knew.

Awake in a cold sweat, he tries to recollect.
Where he is and why he is there,
He remembers the hand he dealt.
One of sorrow and confusion he only sees an illusion.

Writing notes to no one but himself
It helps him deal with the pain that he felt.
The pain never subsides
It only helps him to hold onto his old life.


Details | Lyric | |

Missing My Mommy

They say you don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
Well I am here to tell you it’s true.

I never knew how much I looked to my mom for her advice. 
I really suppressed the feelings of love for my mother, but now that she is gone I 
would give anything to tell her how much I do and did love her. Just to hug her 
once again, to brush her mane of gold, or even to do that one more favor she 
may need from me. It would be worth it you know.

Every now and then I can sense her presence. I hear her words, coughs, and 
beckoning. I can smell her and feel her beside me telling me it is ok, she is now 
out of pain and happier than she had been for a really long time, but I can’t help 
missing my mommy.
 
She used to encourage me to have a mind of my own and not to just go along 
with the crowd, but to be one of a kind. Although she had a hard time telling how 
much she loved me or showing appreciation for the woman I had become she 
tried even if I didn’t see it at the time. 

She may not have been the most nurturing mother of all times and I must admit 
that she quite the selfish one, but no matter she was still my mommy.

There are days when everywhere I turn I see things no matter how slight, that 
remind me of her. It may be a song or television show she liked. Maybe it is a 
flower or something of nature or it could be a sentimental item she would have 
liked, but it all still echoes of my mommy just the same.

When in midstream of thoughts of her it is difficult to bring myself back to the 
reality that she is gone from this cruel place we call Earth. 

The only thing that truly comforts me is knowing she is not really all that far away 
and someday I will see her again in heaven, she will be the one talking Jesus’ 
and God’s ears off. 

As for me at this moment I am not so sad anymore even though I am missing my 
mommy. 


Details | I do not know? | |

I said Good-Bye

Today I had to say Good-Bye
Good-Bye to a friend
Good-Bye to a classmate
Good-Bye to a brother
Good-Bye to a child
A child who shouldn't have died
"Not this young" I keep saying
I said good-bye today

Good-Bye to a young life
A young life gone to fast
To fast to live life to the fullest
I didn't want to say good-bye
It would have made there lifes final,
when I said good-bye today
I knew there lifes would be over when I said,
Good-Bye

Good-Bye to a friend
Good-Bye to a classmate
Good-Bye to a brother
Good-Bye to a child

I wish I hadn't said Good-Bye today, 
But I had to say
Good-Bye!


Details | Free verse | |

My Friends Brother/I guess it was his time

My friends brother,
Died Sunday, July 8, 2007
Born September 19, 1989
But I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
He was 17 years old
A senior in highschool
He almost made it
But I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
In about ten years nobody will remember
That faitful day at Franklin Creek
Except for his grieving family
I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
Brandon Earl Peterson
York Highschool
Son of  Janet and Earl Peterson
Brother of Courtney Nicole and Amber Brooke Peterson
I guess it was his time,


Details | Rhyme | |

My own Angel

the shadows of her appear on my wall
i swear that i see her wondering the hall
i feel as if she's protecting me in every way
i can still remember that May first day
i know she doesn't want me to put my life aside
but when i think of her i just wish it was me who died
i know this might sound pretty lame
but there was a reason god called her name
he only takes the very best
to be the leader of all the rest
and as time goes by the pain gets stronger
or the days seem a little bit longer
you always stuck right by my side
even if i was the one who had lied
it's hard knowing i won't see you again
now that that's said thanks be to god, amen


Details | ABC | |

WHAT ENDING?

Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME.
The words forget you, pass by.
You remain standing on the brink.
Now, now, where to go?

Time avenges, walks on you
and you cannot catch the breath,
to fill the space between life and death
life will not move, death will not stop.
If not ready to live, death will not look like you
you will not look like death.

World changes every thing,
when seeing stops, listening begins
losing threads of me, between you and me
between me and you.
Something grows out of the mud
a new star.

Begins from end, the ending
of beginning. No ending, no beginning.
Timeless, faceless, nameless
groping in void, to catch the alphabets
Peaks are very frightening
Then where is the end ? No end.
This is the end.


SATISH VERMA


Details | List | |

a letter from suicide

why did she have to blow me away like that
she was my first friend when i got here
now she acting like shes never seen me before
she reeled me into this force of friendship
now its like I've never walked on that ground before with her
we acted like sisters wherever
we were unpredictable with things
we tell eachother secrets with no other
now this new girl walks in 
and she like that is my best friend
we were like that we were tight with everything
now she doesn't do anything with me
i feel like a huge storm just swept me off my feet
for a whole year
and when i get back they're they are
when its only been like a week
now i feel like killing her
she put me too close to her life
its time for me to move on
but one last thing to do
killing myself will be the answer
my chance was here 
and she took and blew into my face
I'll kill her and then kill myself
a letter from suicide

p.s friendship true suicide not


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost but not Forgotten

Men and Women, Sons and Daughters, Husbands and Wives
They have all lost there lives
Two thousand in all
Have had to answer heavens call
They are all heros in my eyes 
But now everyone cries
There lives have been lost 
But they will not be Forgotten at any cost

GOD BLESS AMERICA


Details | Rhyme | |

Today I Watched a Woman Die

I watched a woman die today,
her skin, I swear, was ghastly gray,
all day she'd cried out in great pain,
and asked for relief, but all in vain.

Her heart rate dropped point by point,
no V-Fib for her, she was leaving this joint,
we'd never seen anything like this before,
27...26...25...24

She slipped away slowly, inch by inch,
her face soon relaxed, was no longer pinched.
And as I stood watching the cold Texas rain,
I wondered why no one had relieved her pain.

All day the nurses had been begging the docs
as the patient kept ringing the nurse call box,
why withhold meds from a person with cancer?
The docs did not care, wouldn't give us an answer.

Don't overdose her, but by God ease her pain!
Why should she suffer as she circles the drain?
We watched the screen as she finally flat-lined,
the emotionless doctors had papers to sign.

©copyright2009DanielleWhite


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beauty In You

I seen the beauty within you
you unfurled it and let it flew

touching all each passing day
heart of gold when it came to a childs play

god sent down his special angels
and saving that dance to a heavenly tango

guess God needed you more then I
but do not fret sis for my heart now sighs

just knowing your with our family above
someday we'll rejoice on the wings of a dove

for the wolf and shepherd may cross my path
but it is I that shall have its last laugh

for one can not take away those loving years
even if I'm the one left standing alone in tears

for time we shared together was given few
I was honored to see the inner beauty in you

your loving daughter and son will be alright
as they look upon the land and see the stars shine so bright

so as you travel above the high drifted planes
Ill be waiting for god to someday explain

How can one so young and free
Be taken away from somebody like me

but I will be thankful for having a sister like you
who shared her passion and beauty for life and for all she knew





In Loving Memory Of My Sister 
Phyllis  {1951 -  2009 }
                   RIP


Details | Didactic | |

we sing sin

we sing sin like it is pure
showing no remorse cause we're unsure
whether we should love or hate the infection we spread
to have all sick by laying in ones bed
presenting passionate love
fooled by revengeful lust
so many fight for their life
selfishness prevents a cure for us
so we suffer from loneliness
easily seduced by the predator
pride is the weakness that makes us prey
cause were blind of our inner peace that we will never know
afraid to face the world who is quick to yell I told you so
continuously singing this song of sin
sincerely I beg humble yourself 
in order that we may live


Details | I do not know? | |

Just one more day

She said "Just one more day"
I beg and plea you to stay.
"Just one more day"
Her heart needed you today.
"Just one more day "
Don't  you think you owe her 
for being with you each and everyway?
"Just one more day"
She just prayed that she would never have to say..
"Just one more day"
Is what they heard you say.....
when God sent his angels to gently carry her away.....
She only asked for one more day...


Details | I do not know? | |

Soliders keep on fighting

All these people dying 
and all these people crying 

i don't see why 
people keep on trying 

all these wars 
on all these shores 

don't make sense 
when someone dies on the floor 

love ones pray 
and they keep on trying 

so they can come home 
and no one keeps on dying 

in all these country's
with all the chores

all the soldiers die 
so we might be free once more


Details | Free verse | |

The scenes we left behind remain

Embedded in tormented mind , 
blood clogged fields,
dangling limbs - contorted.
Whistling ammunition,
gun fire resounds.


Details | Verse | |

I remember

To all my friends that i have lost into Iraq.


As I look into the future of mankind
As if I was there
I look beyond the thoughts and pride
And to see what was really there
As long as I can remember
There has been war and vilonce

And what I saw....
was not that great
But the dream of mankind to bring peace is wonderful
And as i look back now
I  see the people 
Who have fought
Fought for their country

As I look at these people
I see pride and diginity unlike any other
You are fallen but not forgotten
As i'll see u in the next life


Details | I do not know? | |

Norman Part 2

When people told my uncle that he had a mental problem, he refused to see a 
psychiatrist.
He was stubborn and he put his mental health at risk.
He should've listened to what people said.
Eventually he had a bad breakdown and he was committed.
After being released, he would eventually stop taking his medicine.
Then he'd have another breakdown and had to be committed again.
He'd have to stay in the mental institution for months.
If he had went to a psychiatrist from the start he wouldn't have been committed 
even once.
He was committed four times and he lived in misery.
He smoked and smoked and died of lung cancer eventually.
If you have a mental problem and need medication, please don't resist like my 
uncle did.
It will be horrible if you ever have to be committed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Behold Man

The tears of the sun break upon my sight
Flooding the mind with visions
The oceans waves crash against the chasms
Betwixt reality and hope
Attempting to render my dreams apart


The heavens which were my refuge
Have allowed all eyes to pierce through
Where now can I hide
Oh foundations in which I  trusted
Now dust depriving me of an escape


I wilt in the greatness of disillusionment
Belief that rain shall soon quench my thirst
Man has become the salted fountain
Vinegar raised to a dying world
A vacuum for lifes' one last breath


Truely man will become his own downfall
Creating a world once free
Into one of banishment to that which it stood upon
Cursing the creator and his creation
Listening to mans own sin


Details | Lyric | |

Heavenly Peace

Mother said she was getting weary,
And wanted to be at rest.
But God saw her work unfinished,
And kept her 'til He thought it best.
Now her work has been done,
A race well run,
The troubles of the world will cease.
She deserves the best, of eternal rest,
Sleep on in Heavenly Peace


Details | Senryu | |

#24

A cry in the dark
A shriek for help not coming
It’s your wake up call!


Details | I do not know? | |

Why daddy?

Some girls look up to their daddy,
think that he is a king.
But he just broke her heart
leaving a bitter sting.

It didn't take long to realize
he never knew it all.
Daddy was never around,
except with breath of alcohol

Now his eyes are glazed over,
and his touch so very cold.
Daddy isn't feeling well,
at least thats what she's told

"It's time to go home baby,
just climb into the car.
I'll be okay to drive you home,
it isn't very far."

A helicopter lands,
and she's taken from a pool of blood.
Why did daddy do this to her;
isn't she supposed to be loved?

She was a fool to belive him,
now that he has taken her life.
She would blame herself if she could,
for letting daddy drink and drive.


Details | Lyric | |

Many Questions (Depression)

Another day had ended, as she took off her dress
Another night with no-one, feeling depressed
She curled up all alone, on the corner of her bed
Feeling forgotten, her eyes wet and red

Her face soaking wet, her eyes over flowing
As depression sit in, she cried out without knowing
She picked up the silver, striking her wrist
Heartbroken and depressed, as she clenched her fist

Chorus:
She was seeking many questions, through her painful tears
But she got  no response, as her mind showed her fears
She was seeking many questions, as she stared at the knife
And as she popped another pill.......... she took her life

She was found in her blood, one cold Sunday morn
Dried tears on her cheeks, looking tattered and torn
Her sheets covered red, in her blood where she laid
The silver handle in her hand, where she looked up and prayed

Chorus:
She was seeking many questions, through her painful tears
But she got no response, as her mind showed her fears
She was seeking many questions, as she stared at the knife
And as she popped another pill.......... she took her life


Details | Free verse | |

One Last Touch

You say good by to a yesterday love,
as memories surface on the wings of a dove.
Quiet is this room, where his body lies,
we are never ready when a part of us dies.
So many faces now look upon,
a wonderful person, forever gone.
Loved ones linger, they can't  let go,
but death is the beginning, for our
Salvation we know.
One last touch, one last kiss,
forever in our hearts,
he will be missed.


Details | Elegy | |

Love's Last Goodbye...

in loving memory of Norbert Terrio, we miss you..

Life takes it's toll,
yet time pushes on...
You don't understand 
  the things that you know.
Deny the reality, 
  the pain is too deep,
Things would be easier  
  if you could just go to sleep.
But sleep isn't easy,
  you want love to stay.
Afraid to close your eyes 
  lest life slip away...
Saying goodbye 
  seems the hardest part.
The simple acceptance 
  tears you apart.
The suffering is great,
  the pain is unreal,
So you try to hide 
  the hurt that you feel.
This kind gentle soul,
  the love you adore,
Lies quietly awaiting 
  the opening of the door.
Beyond is such joy,
  solitude and peace..
Your love is still waiting 
  for your gentle release.
You know it's time,
  the tears fill your eyes,
Tenderly you hold love, 
  and bid him goodbye...


Details | I do not know? | |

untitled work 09/08/06

Someone is there watching morning warfare.
Pale nimbus, fleeting white. Clouds turn red.
Reflections in blood stained waters.
Bullets vs. butterflies, go play in traffic
Fly away, no need
Breathing in this subtle aroma.
Rotting carcasses , feeding grotesque frustration.
Looking upon two torn and tattered bodies.
Like looking in a mirror, these faces, familiar.
Bullets vs. butterflies, heres a fork, theres a socket
Fly away, no need
Jittery, nervous, anxious, even asthmatic. 
Drawn in, like a moth to the flame.
Burnt and brittle, forever scarred, never forgotten.
Bullets vs. butterflies
Someone is there watching morning warfare.
Someone is there, watching, mourning warfare.


Details | Narrative | |

Death by Indecision

In 
her dark
 crimson 
cloak
she had a childlike 
appearance
"Little Red Riding Hood all alone."
said Bill.

  A fine rain began to waft across
the water

Jean urged Bill to get going.
Bill hesitated,
he thought he saw tears on the 
woman's cheeks
but the misty rain made him question
his eyes.

  The wind picked up and whipped
the cloak around her legs,
but she just kept up the rhythm of
her gentle rocking.

What seemed to be a lullaby
came to them in snatches on the wind..
.......
She was singing.

  The young lovers 
were moved  by
this lost woman child
 in the dark
and lonely night.

 They almost went to her,
but both being painfully shy
they held back.

  Finally,
a clap of thunder
and a bright blue bolt of lightning
decided for them,
They ran for it!

Huddling under the tin roof at the end
of the pier
They looked back....
.............
and she was 
gone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Promise Me...

If you wake up tomorrow
And I am not here
Know that I have gone Home
To Streets of Gold
Never again--will I be old
Heaven is just as The Bible has told us
For Eternity--Forever we will be with Jesus
If you don't wake up tomorrow
Where will you be?
Promise me--to Jesus--you'll bend your knee
Promise me--you'll be with me--My Family
For Eternity...
I'm begging you--I love you...
Please--promise me!!!


Details | Quatrain | |

Words

They say words can heal
the most difficult of times,
strengthen your resolve 
and ease your mind.
But these are more than words,
they’re tears from my pen;
think of them as a warm embrace
offered by a grieving friend.
Please accept my condolences
and these words of mine,
written to comfort you
during a most difficult time.


Details | Monorhyme | |

There's Something About Ma Ma's Christmas Tree

There's something about Ma Ma's Christmas tree
ornaments tinsel blinking lights and popcorn strewn
about  by her grandchildren's  little hands to plainly see
the angel nestled on top blessing for all who comes passes she
fresh scent of pine lingering about ticking our noses like a soft country breeze
presents big and small stacked upon each other for her big family
bows falling from the gifts tightly wrapped  only by she
needles upon the skirt sticking to our hands and our little knees
Christmas bulbs reflecting  off our silly little faces ever so jolly
Mama taking snap shots of us all standing in front of her six foot tree
but nothing was more beautiful that could be given to she
Except for my heart who I miss giving to Ma Ma who always stood by me






RIP MAMA  {1934 - 2005}
Love Ya And Miss Ya


Details | Ballade | |

PRAYERS FOR EVERYONE

Hope you can see us from high above.
Help us be strong and brave forever no matter.
Be with us always in every which way you can in your kindness.
I will always find your light and keep it in my young heart in my best way possible.
You left us for a reason and we love you in our hearts.
You saved my life to give yours away which I’ll never forget.
It breaks my heart in tears terribly.
Your star will follow me everywhere to guide me in good and bad times.
Your in presence when were in pain and in happiness.
Lead us where we will be safe like the star you carry for each of us.
Let us accept who we are and why were on this earth.
Let your angels carry us where you are so peaceful when our time arrives.
My Prayer, Your Prayer, Our Prayers
Forever in our hearts.
With love always,
Your niece, your family.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

But For A Short While

They were with us but for a short while
Their good works now live on in memory to make us smile-
Their joys, their tears, their hopes, their dreams and yes, even their sorrows and 
pains still linger on; they still remain in the portals of the minds of all whose lives 
they have touched-whether little or whether much-

And as they have now gone and left us in body, gone back to dust-
In spirit, it's only but for a short while.

For they who die in the Lord, one day they must:

       At the sound of the trump, as the clouds roll back, meet us in the presence of  
         the Redeemer, Christ, when He returns to gather His Father's children      
          home to the Kingdom of God where we will all prepare together to return 
           to the New Earth from the New  Heaven  to dwell in Eternal Righteousness-
Where joy and peace will be forever and ever, for our eternal home will be 
restored to a place where we can join together to live, worship in praise  to our 
Lord, receiving our crown and  reward of Eternal Life.

So, sleep on sister, brothers, friends, and loved ones; it is but for a short while,   
 for the  Day will come when we shall meet together once again, and all of us will 
be at Rest

In the Presence of God's Glorious Eternal Bliss!


Details | Elegy | |

I Remember Daddy

I remember when daddy helped me catch
my first fish
At night he'd tuck me in bed and seal it 
with a kiss
As the days grew older he finally gave
me away
He helped me appreciate life and encouraged
me to pray
To others daddy wasn't a perfect man, but to me
he was 'My King'
He would tell me to do my very best and loved to hear
his grandchildren sing
Oh, how it was such a tragedy...a dream that has
no end
To face he is now absent from us...a missing father,
soldier, and friend
But although we can not feel his touch or kiss his
smiling face
We will await the moment to be with him in an
everlasting place


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Falling Leaves

A tumult of orange and russet hues,
the falling leaves of Autumn glide,
trajectories swirled in a northern wind,
to lie untended, cast aside.
From slate grey sky weeps pregnant rain,
peppers the earth with angel tears;
on the border of Winter's icy promise
the memories strip away the years.
Golden reflections fix the eye
on an innocent child of infant grace,
at play in a world of faraway dreams
in a past that is now a foreign place.
Taken too soon like the falling leaves,
veiled in a curtain of angel rain,
bestowing upon the ones who loved
rough justice of timeless hurt and pain.
Yet through gentle tears and loving smiles
a heart beats in an Autumn gale,
for the soul of a child is a sacred prize
and in love, down the years, will forever prevail.


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The Only One

This life we all live is not easy is not hard 
but going threw it all is.The only way out is 
death an by doing so means the end of life.

death is the only easy way out of something so hard.
but to not put up a fight an let death take you over is the easy way
we all have a black side to us that no one knows about we keep it 
to are slefs and hide it away from the world from people we are so close to 
family,friends,wife,husbands, the thing is that we can not let this death take 
us we have to put up a fight an live are lives the way we want to an the only person
                            that can do that is you


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All Things Must Pass

The seasons flow and summer dies 
  To autumn dusk and winter fall, 
Cross fades to spring, revitalise 
  The life that moves throughout them all. 

The carriage of the human shell, 
  Propelled through day, laid rest in night, 
In seasons of the heart will dwell 
  The memories sealed and watertight. 

Of all she did, and all she was, 
  And all she means and all she made, 
Of her entirety because 
  She was the sweetest serenade. 

All things must pass eventually, 
  The sun will rise and likewise set; 
She ruled the very heart of me 
  And never will this heart forget. 


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Gone Fishin'

Tales from the riverbank deftly spun 
  in kingfisher shades and daybreak red, 
they whisper of the beloved one 
  in the babbling current watershed. 
Their prayers and praise solidify 
  in heads that knew humanity, 
the love and strength will never die 
  in safely harboured memory. 
He would always hunt the holy grail 
  of family virtue and esteem, 
and love he captured to avail, 
  integral to his reverent dream. 
No more he breathes this blessed air, 
  yet bides with knowing that one day, 
all those he loved will join him there: 
   gone fishin' somewhere down the way...


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Needing You

Thriving for you because I am blue
You left me here now I feel a tear
My death bed awaits as I debate
My blood falls I hear your call
but your to late so please don't hate
My death bed was there so now I tear
open the door and hell showed me more
but now i'm gone so carry on 
i'm somewhere else why couldn't I have dealt
with you gone but now I've been washed away 
into my own tortured song


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JFK 

JFK 



A Yankee so what we all loved him even when he went and fought on the PT boat 
that day you shot him you killed me as well the heart of America the heart went as 
well. 
Eye am as sure of this one thing that everything that eye have done since that day 
in history has been tainted by this one deed done the death of the American the 
death of just someone that was loved in a heart so full of sin it never recoiled 
from this dirty deed completely again his life goes on in his spirit so young and 
he stands in the white house in pictures remembered still being someone. 
 
           
 
 
 JFK 
 


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Circus

When the monoliths burst into shock-horror flame,
People gaping through windows at chaos again,
The box in the corner shows all that was done
From multiple angles, repeat and re-run.
If someone could stop it, pray God that they would,
This cold anaesthetic is serving no good,
But the eyes are hypnotic and glued to the spread
Of destruction and slaughter sucked into the head.

Feeling sick to the stomach, being driven half mad,
By the fifty-sixth screening it’s not half as bad,
And questions resound as if going insane,
Repetitiously hammered deep into the brain.
As the impact grows lesser each time it is seen,
Panoramic and sweeping the letterbox screen,
No need to record it to watch it again,
For they run it and run it forever, Amen.

All feelings in ice cubes, they’re now getting numb,
Giving up speaking, struck voiceless and dumb,
The nerves have quit jumping and die compromised,
Deader than doornails, they’ve been cauterised.
Visual whirlwinds are spinning around,
Despicable carnage played out on the ground,
What once had a power to move and appal,
Exploited ‘till it has no meaning at all.


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The Worst Warriors After Wars

Having suffered years of grueling tyranny, 
Sand is still red which should be tawny. 
Iraq has become a land of widows 
Men are cruely killed there in rows. 

Due to war when families are separated, 
Children are those who are worst affected. 
Phan Thi Kim Phuc is name of that woman, 
Who became goodwill ambassador in 1997, 

UNESCO gave her this honorable position 
She was photographed in a piteous condition, 
During the Vietnam War, in her childhood. 
But every child victim's luck isn't so good. 

War ends, in some years country recoups, 
Civilians honor their patriotic brave troops. 
Injured soldiers medicated at country's cost, 
Children loose their shelters when they need the most. 

Educatlion is far from such kid's dream
They have to leave their self-esteem
Fighting for food, having memories of terrors, 
After a war, they are the worst warriors. 


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Nineteen Stars

In half vacant streets bowl entangled rag and bone 
Of the memories rising to greet the day, 
Then sinking again when twilight clamps jaws 
That chew and consume the light away. 

On perimeter fences, tattered and torn 
Hang sadly the keepsakes of words and toys; 
When the rain melts the words and moths eat the cloth 
What remains for the nineteen girls and boys? 

How violently taken, snatched and snuffed, 
Poor candles blown out in a hurricane blast; 
Their innocent lives of all possible futures, 
Had barely begun, then suddenly passed. 

What keepers of reason could ever explain 
To the faces of children that wonder and weep, 
Any semblance of logic why ones such as they 
Were erased in an instant, banished to sleep?

It is kinder to speak of the nineteen stars 
Born of nineteen souls passing into the night 
And their angelic eyes shining down with a gleam, 
Shining down from the heavens, eternal and bright.


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This Morning

   This morning before I awoke.
Whispers I heard as angels spoke.
 " What are you saying?" I ask
As I'm drawn to the sweet gentle sound.
  "Whats this that lies beneath me? Is it 
heaven, for there is no ground?"

  Theres a bright light before me, and I
cannot see.
  I'm dazed and confused what happened to me?
Then I heard in the calmest voice,
  "You died last night, for I had no choice"
" All your days I've watched over you, I'm sorry
  my child there was nothing I could do."


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So Close

So close and yet so far, 
the firebrand of time leaves marks, 
in swimming mist the dream expires, 
damp squibs in dying sparks. 
The tears will not cease, 
they etch a tidemark deep and sad 
on the face of all that could have been, 
missing all I've never had. 
In the tick of my biology 
lies a gift that would not give, 
with the beating of ghostly hearts 
of that which could not live. 
Mourning from the shadows 
the lament howls in the depths of me 
and each imagined brow I kiss 
of those I loved who could not be...


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The Storm Has Come

Katrina is a sweet soft spoken name
with hurricane in front of it 
it is no game
it wrecked havoc on a state and city
causing other's to pity
those that were caught up in the flood
and killed right where they stood
some paralyzed by fear
other's helping those that were near
a son who saved a whole family
a lost child looking for their mother
a mother who was reunited with her brother
two cities torn apart
touching millions across the nation tugging at the strings of their heart
I send my prayers to those who fell victim to that horrendous hurricane
believe me I know that you experienced pain
may GOD be with you through your time of need
HE is your provider and keeper indeed


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The Night I died

Upon the steps there it lay,
Once I arrived home from work
It appeared to have sat all day
and as I saw it, it made me jerk.

There it lay in all its glory
bading me to seize.
Making me wonder its story
I gave in to what it would please.

And as the day faded
and the chill of night did come
The call of it had me sedated.
and I could not bare to run.

I died that night,
in that vampire's arms.
Without a fright,
and from all her charms.

She shed to me a drop of blood
from the end of her finger
Then I felt a rush like a flood,
the taste on my lips still does linger.

On that night I died so quick,
and was born yet so slow
and all of this was hid by a lick
So now no one will know.


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Girl On The Beach

My heart broke for the girl on the beach.
For her innocent repose in the hammock,
For her smiling, dreaming eyes,
For her gentle curves and sweet lips,
For the enthusiasm of her travel,
For the vivacity of her youth,
For her fragile, beauteous soul,
For her bare toes upon the silver sand
For her ankles dipped in the crystal sea.
For her violation and untimely death,
For the pain of her parents,
For the anguish of her travelling companion,
For their dumbfounded devastation,
For pointless, mindless tragedy
For a world that breeds monsters
For her encounter with monsters,
For monsters who destroy life and beauty,
For those who suck the good from this life,
For my own daughter and imagining how I would feel,
For the inconceivable heartache, decimation,
For the sheer pulverising horror,
For myself and my incapacity to help her, or those close to her,
Or say anything that really matters except
My heart broke for the girl on the beach.


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Crimson kisses with a knife

I cut myself today to cure my bleeding eyes
To blindfold the tears and kill my fearing lies
I watched the crimson tears fall from my broken wrists
The dark angel came to give me a kiss
Water fell down his dark wings,
I seen the love of hell and with it brings
Satan and his angels to feed upon the soles of the living.
He killed my life and I let him
Fow what my child, for sin?
follow hells road in which my path lies.
My candle is long gone
and with you I sing the masters song
die to all my living creatures and love yet another time
for its now all mine and i give it away for death.
Love cheats my very existence and I kill for my last breath
You call this loves garden?  I named him Seth
I will steal you away and we die in the garden of the sinned
Kill me to save me.


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Quiet

Nothing is moving,
The wind is standing still.
Moss is growing quickly under my tattered feet.
Raindrops are silent and cold.
The sky is dark and cold.
Ice is frozen on tree limbs.
QUIET


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Within The Winds

Within the shadow of  the rain within the 
thunder there is no pain With all the love
there is to gain i take my heart it beats 
the same, For though you were sick 
now you are in the safest place, I talk to 
god and he says your gonna do ok


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Killing Bobby

In their home they make me ashame
they're not aware of my pain
I will run,there's much to gain
I don't look back & my spirit sings
    
In my mind my legs are wings
freeing me to fly to my dreams
my heart is strong and pushes me on
my fear is stronger & clips my wings 
    
Again I walk,my steps are slow
my heart is heavey,my head hangs low
return to their home I know I must
    
As soon as I'm in the sermons begin
she cannot see she's hurting me 
can't they see I'm gonna crack
they won't let up,I can't fight back
I pray for strength but I am told 
it well be hell I will go
    
I have a friend, she sends for me
on a bus I travel there
I run to her and spread my wings 
far to the north I live with her
    
We love to dance,the music loud
I will try to be proud 
away from them I will stand
begin to love who I am
    
By the phone she does the same
hurting me with words of gloom
she penns her poison from the book
preaching of my future doom
  
I shed my tears not my pain
she only sees the ugly me 
She cannot see,till it's late
the man I dream I need to be
    
They kept their hold and wouldn't let go
I was wrong to have told
now I know I'll never be free
my soul is dark and turing cold
I know I'm weak but I'm not a freak

The darkess is coming
bringing me peace
at last I find what I seek


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The Tree

If I were to die and come back,I would come back as a tree,
Growing in a field alone and free,
No friends to let you down and no troubles to subside,
No emotions, no feelings,no secrets to hide,
No sorrows,no strife,tears or pain,
stand in the sunshine,cry with the rain.
Me and the ground,the only bonds there would be,
If when I die I return a tree.


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Fallen

Fallen through the twisted tangled web of lies, we hope to emerge and breath,

though our breath flees us quickly and we suffocate soundlessly in the dark,

and our lives are forever tossed through the green unpredictable hands of fate,

and the clear white hands of time,

and this shallow heart imitates and beat, waiting for this false pulse to be 
released.




And the song remains of a broken past echoes upon the breeze to sing with my 
flute,

my broken flute with gentle falling memories, and a final good-bye;

it fogs my vision as I move to fly forward, and this chain binds my continuously to 
the wall,

this high cornerstone wall that keeps my screams of injustice from being heard,

and the tears from being seen.




Lies keep me from being touched from a gentle caress to a lover’s embrace,

I moan and touch myself; my cheek, my arm, to warm myself against reality’s 
cold, harsh, wind, my eyes glazed over in blindness I fumble through the dark in 
an attempt to feel you next to me,

I have no soul; it was sucked from my body that day, and taken through the wrath 
of hell,

and then only then did I feel warmth.




Last time I dreamed I heard your soft voice beckoning from this hell hole I call 
home,

my blood continues to drip upon the ground, I frown, because I know that the 
same fate will befall me,

and I no longer see as twin trails of crystal tears fall to join crimson,

only the bold sapphire eyes that you have.




Evanesce evening has come again, the thin remains of sunlight descend 
through my window,

And touches my pale skin, and absorbs into the cold shelter of my body, 
surrounded by the cool strange mist, of lies and deceit, the promise of lives 
rotting, they all lay scared, abandoned,
and forgotten....

along with the freedom of my heart.




Never again shall I remain here, I’m yanking at this chain, trying to run from the 
dark fingers stretching out to me, pale and cold…

and the face within the shadows so familiar, I feel so helpless now that I see that 
it is me,

I gently bend down and look at myself, as the cold hand grabs my chain,

Yanking it until I am released, but still brusque of my wings, I stay…

Fallen.



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When Time Stood Still

When Time Stood Still
Written By: Philip Blake Fleming

The memories are as clear as a crystal of that sad day
When time stood still, an unjust price we had to pay
Thousands in peril, in fear of their final breaths taken
Being stolen from their families, the ones left forsaken

I remember tears falling, what has this world come to?
Innocence no longer safe, there is nothing they can do
Two towers of strength crippled by two deadly blows
Striking each of our hearts, warning us not to oppose

Millions cried their tears, and felt their hatred awoke
Forever tainting our dear lives with a darkened cloak
A nation came together in grief, uniting in great need
Praying for the families in loss, turning to our creed

No matter how many tears I shed, it will not change
Retaliation for a bloodbath, it all appears so strange
I wait for a day where we come together, not in grief
But in peace, enjoying the stars with a sigh of relief

Each day I live, I am grateful for the air I breathe in
I gaze to the heavens, asking God to forgive this sin
They know not what they do, they are just lost sheep
Guide us, dear Lord, in our time of an endless weep


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Jordan's Grave

The passing years, with gloomy tread, 
concrete shod and dense as lead, 
weigh on my downcast heart and mind, 
abandon dreams and hopes behind. 

At the resting place where you reside 
I think of every tear cried, 
I move the soil and flowers alone, 
caress the surface of the stone. 

I grieve each moment of each year 
for all the times that never were; 
and time we had is now a ghost; 
I know not which I miss the most. 

I clearly see your face and say: 
"My child, it seems like yesterday 
that you and I shared love divine 
and I was yours and you were mine." 

And bow my head and start to cry, 
and weep, forever asking "Why?" 
yet questions of this nature fail, 
no answers wrought, to no avail.

I love you, miss you, pray to give 
my very soul that you should live; 
but nothing comes to help me, save 
the tending to of Jordan's grave...


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God's Care

The passing of your loved one may be hard to bear,
	God will keep you in his care.

Friends and family will be there,
	God will keep you in his care.

Keep your memories close to heart,
	Treasure each and every one.
Take comfort in knowing your loved one has gone home.
	Still - you are not alone!
		God will keep you in his care!

Tears may pass your way, the heartache shall ease with each new day!
	God's love is here to forever stay,
		He will keep you in his care!

True condolences are sent your way -
	When times seem hardest, remember to pray.
		God's love to forever stay,
			He will keep you in his care!


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Mother Loves To Give {Seven By Seven}

                                   went to bed one stormy night
                                  woke up shaking in such fright
                                  was a woman standing there
                                  stroking curling  woven hair
                                  called for dog to jump in bed
                                  all he did was hung his head
                                  mother loves to give me scares









In Loving Memory
    Of Mom
{1934-2005}


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The Sacrifice

The sacrifice that was made on that day in September, 
we will always remember.

There was no greater cost to pay, 
than that of the lives lost that day.

Pain and sorrow was felt by all,
as we witnessed those towers fall.

The devastation in New York was great,
all because of one mans hate.

All we ever wanted was world peace,
and all the fighting to cease.

We will continue to keep our heads held high,
as we raise our flags to the sky.

To honor all those who died,
we will stand together with pride.

Our pain will some day fade, 
but we will never forget the sacrifice that was made.


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Armenian Genocide

Maybe the suffering will end soon

Hope's only a death away

If we're lucky we'll all be dead tomorrow

If we're lucky we'll all die and leave behind this sorrow

Tired of seeing our people weep

Their deceased bodies in the streets

Starvation is life, malnutrition's set in

Our homes have been taken along with all our men

If we're lucky we'll all be dead tomorrow

If we're lucky we'll all die and leave behind this sorrow

The children are crying

We're all slowly dying

The end for our people is near

If we're lucky we'll all be dead tomorrow

If we're lucky we'll all die and leave behind this sorrow


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heaven

 I do believe the lord above 
created you for me to love
he picked you out from all the rest 
because he knows i love you best
i once had a heart and it was true
but now its gone from me to you
take care of it as i have done
for you have two and i have none.
If i go to heaven and your not there
I'll write your name on that golden stair
if your not there by judgement day
I'll know you went the other way
I'll give the angles back their wings
their golden harps and all those things
to prove my love is true to you
I'll go to hell to be with you


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Silence has heard your cry

Silence has heard your cry
Emptying the heartache and pain
For you have captured our hearts
From the depths it will remain.
As you searched to comfort your soul
In the midst confusion appeared.
Transforming your inner most thoughts
Allowing anger to visit your fears.
For God knew your heart
As he visit that occupied space.
He saw your loving desires and 
wanted to take it's place.
Your willingness drew him near
Giving us an opportunity to see your smile.
Thank you for your presence
Now God may take home his child.



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