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Stunning Revelations from Ancient Maps

Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake

6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava had been spilled
Or small fishing boats hugged the Mediterranean Coast
And Columbus’s “daring” voyage was not even close

Ancient seafarers drew with astounding accuracy
Maps of the world they once knew, the fishermen’s legacy
Antarctica sans ice and closer to the equator
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge once an above-sea sky scraper

Siberia touching Alaska with no Bering Strait
(Palin could have seen Russia without snow from her back gate)
 Cuba, England, Sweden, too, on these maps appear clearly
But Sweden’s fully glacial; England’s blanket an ice sheet

If we believe Hapgood, a civilization once thrived
Thousands of years before language; maps keep memories alive
Technology to chart the seas was lost in ancient times
With latitude and longitude measurements quite refined

Sea kings’ cities may have succumbed during the last Ice Age
Surviving nations lost their skill when history turned a page
Geography to be found again when the Earth had healed
“Discoverers” reinvented the forgotten ship’s wheel

Magellan, perhaps not the first to sail around the globe
Admiral Byrd not the first man to visit the South Pole
Spirits from a colony of seafarers can be found
From deep beneath Antarctic ice, they try to spread the word

But laugh they must as scientists forecast global warming
And man attempts to alter life and heed their dire warning
Shifting poles?  Natural cycles!  Men would be well advised
To study the maps Hapgood found and open their closed minds 



To learn more about Professor Charles Hapgood’s map studies and the comments made by 
Albert Einstein, you can visit http://www.crystalinks.com/crustal.html.


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A "Hopeless" Diamond (in the Rough)

French trader Tavernier in a greed-inspired way
Glared at an idol of a temple in Mandalay
Prying a gem from its eye socket, a curse prevailed
Tavernier died bankrupt soon after making the sale

Louis XIV bought the stone, 1668
A gift to his mistress, Louis had it cut heart-shape
For dabbling in Black Magic, this madam was burned
A century passed with the curse’s power unlearned

The diamond was then bestowed on Marie Antoinette
For wearing it with boastful pride, Marie lost her head
She lost respect from the commoners of her nation
This gem has since been linked to the French Revolution

Cut far smaller, the gem resurfaced, 1830
When a London banker bought the rock of infamy
Henry Thomas Hope survived; the curse appeared to break
For 70 years the Hope Diamond’s wrath lay in state

A Hope heir’s marriage collapsed; his wife evoked the curse
As she foretold, subsequent owners’ fates would be worse
French broker Jacques Colot went mad, suicide his road
Sultan “Abdul the Damned,” insane after being deposed

Then to an American the Hope Diamond was sold
Washington Post owner Maclean watched horrors unfold
Other household members died, but it was Maclean’s son
Ten years old, struck by a car, his Dad’s mind came undone

Ultra-light ray tests caused the mystery diamond to glow
With safety in mind, Hope’s eerie stone found a new home
It remained locked on display in the Smithsonian
Could it be to blame for all that’s wrong in Washington?

Tragedy also tied to raiders of King Tut’s tomb
Perhaps lessons can be gleaned from those who met their doom
Robbing temples, burial sites, outcomes always bad
Greedy souls’ quests for wealth can leave them totally mad

So don’t expect me to purchase a diamond in the rough
Considering this gem’s history, a sandstone’s quite enough


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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


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Torture

There’s torture of the body
And the torture of the mind
But the torture of the heart
Is the most horrendous kind.

To know you must not express
The wealth of emotions felt
To have to suppress the dream
Is to burn until you melt.

You are careful of each word
And you laugh despite the pain...
It’s torture to be in doubt
If his love can keep you sane

To know it can never be
For you’re lost inside love’s maze,
To accept it’s a lost cause
Is to set the heart ablaze

Torture is a painful thorn
That your little heart impales
It won’t stop till you’ve bled dry
You don’t dare to voice its tales

He is near enough to touch
But his heart is worlds away
Can torture be worse than this?
No, the rest is just child’s play


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Orange Little Ball

An orange little ball,
Tattered and torn to bits,
No longer does it fly straight,
Its course lost, its path in fits,

An orange little ball,
Sad within its cracks and in its creases,
Faded bumps, its lost its grip,
It now falls to pieces,

Orange little ball,
Come to death smiling,
Never live just to die,
Happiness lives in and amidst the crying,

Orange little ball,
Wipe the tears away,
There is peace to be found,
In and amongst the fray.


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Minor Discomfort

Does everybody feel the same as I do?
Lost? Adrift? Disconnected? Confused?
Does anyone know how to ease the hurt of truth
For the accuser, as well as the accused?

I've heard there's bliss
Found somewhere in ignorance
For those who have been stripped
Of their already fleeting innocence

So I continue to move through this life
Practiced smile, that doesn't quite reach my eyes
Which instead reflect the emptiness
That fills me up inside

It hurts to feel so alone and uncertain
Consumed by doubt and fear
Eventually life becomes a burden
Damaged beyond all repair

The temptation to numb all sensation
It more powerful than one might believe
I'll sacrifice the pleasure, to relieve the devastation
As passion gives way to apathy

Say whatever you want
About those who dwell on the past
Go ahead and judge me from your moral soapbox
While you cower behind your mask

The opinions of most matter very little to me
It won't be taken to heart as you intend it to be
First you'd have to practice the words you preach
If you ever do then I promise I'll start listening


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In the Mist of Life

In the mist of life, I have found myself
  lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.
A chill to the bone, a fall to the depth
  a longing to feel the warm rays of day.

There was but one road which ran to a church.
  There was many roads that ran far in the wood.
Like a fool I have run past Elm and Birch
  this lost road turned to a trail where I stood.

 A dark cloud now forms a narrow cold sky
  a wind from the North, which blows coastally. 
My choice brings no answer only a sigh 
  it made years ago and so willfully.

Weary am I of a life on this path
  wishing to visit my option again.
Fearing my Lord or fearing His wrath 
  I backtrack this road but only in vain.

Before me a puzzle of rock and stone  
  reaching far back before a road in time 
planted me deep in a mist with no tone 
  searching for a life, that I could call mine.

This narrowing track turns back on itself,
  the undergrowth soon will stand in my way.
In the mist of life, I have found myself
  Lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.


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I Wasn't Alone

There on that bench, here in this park
Was where I met God, alone in the dark.
He wasn’t adorned with riches galore.
He was a pauper man, not needing more.

He sat with me then, as I was so scared.
Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair.
Separated from family, didn’t know where to go
I sat on the bench and waited there so.

Along came this man, scared of him I was
Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because
He spoke with a tone and offered a hand,
A sign to me that he would understand.

I told him my story. He said not to fear.
He’d stay with me until family was near.
I felt reassured and safe as could be.
His warm soft voice, it blanketed me.

Then in the distance, my dad had appeared.
He was right all along, I had nothing to fear.
My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight.
I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight.

He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure.
When I turned my head, he wasn’t there anymore.
I looked at my dad and told him of my tale
He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale.

He said, “Son when you need him, God does appear.
It’s not very strange that He was right here.
He serves and protects and loves us all much.
I believe He was here and gave you His touch.”

I was amazed at those words that my father said.
I couldn’t wait to go home and pray at my bed.
“Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do.
You sent me a savior and that savior was You.

You reached to this child, protected this night.
You offered him hope and provided light.
You took away his fear and made him feel warm.
Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm.

Thank you.”


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Jeremiah is his name

An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath
A change he saw in the playful mirror, he had a different face

A broken heart powered his spirit, a spirit that had lost all sense of direction
Fake, selfish to the heart he crawled into his path
All along yearning for his fathers attention
A feeling that he never met, for he was truly lost in the yearning of affection

Anger flowed in his heart
Hope was locked up, it wasn't free always it had a bail
He never truly mean to harm anyone, yet the ones closest to him felt it all, saw his spirit fail
Alas all was lost, his family, his dreams slapped him awake, awake to his reality in part

All alone, at the bottom of the pit
His heart was bleeding and not a soul around to aid him, he fell to his knees
With his heart in his hand, reaching for the sky, he asked Jesus to take his heart and dwell in it
An ugly howl of the mind with the spirit and soul all at one, gasping for air, for life he said "please"

Shattered, his all, he was nothing but dirt with dirt
His eyes blinded by the endless tears could not see the sky, a beautiful night it was
He asked with all his mind, heart and spirit to be forgiven for his past, for his fault for his flaws
At point zero he blacked out, he died

In his death he saw a light, brighter that the sun itself, it blinded the heart 
A presence he had never felt before came over him, yet there was no fear
Pleaing to his understanding, he knew it was good, and that shortly he would awake from his sleep
Wrong, for the light drew closer and it even spoke, at the words that vented into him, he did weep

A sense of security, of purity overwhelmed his body
Afraid he was not, for His Lord was the light
In the beginning, from the very start He was there to guide him into life herself, teaching him how to fight
Darkpoet died that night, but a new being was born! In the name of Jesus Christ, he was called Jeremiah

-God, father I have been seeking you all my life,
Here I am Lord to serve You, My King.
Jeremiah I shall be, to write for You Father.

Jeremiah Eduardo Orozco 


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Storms

Out in the distance thunder rolls
the wind it howls like poor lost souls,
The rain it pounds like angry fist
across the land it falls like mist.

Inside this house I sit alone
I've lost my power, internet and phone,
While outside the storm continues to rage
not stopping for an eternal age.

Nature does what nature will
we have no control over it still,
it seems so very awful funny
we can't control it with all our money.


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Amelia Earhart--Into The Blue






Swallowed up somewhere in the South Pacific
Amelia and her Lockheed Electra vanish one day
On July 2, 1937 her last radio contact received
In that time, poor navigation tools at play

In an attempt to circumnavigate the globe
With  Navigator Noonan she bravely set out
From South America they headed due east
Following  a planned but difficult route

Africa, India, S.E. Asia and on to New Guinea
But she never arrived at the next scheduled stop
Howland Island, a ship standing by to refuel
In the vast ocean, this land only a tiny drop

Many scenarios imagined over the years
Ditched in the water and lost to the sea
Crashed on an island and finally succumbed
Knowing that lost to the world she must be.

At home in the vast reaches of the sky
Breaking ground for the women of her time 
Scholar, author and fashion trend setter
A unanswered tragedy, she still in her prime

* In December of 2010, 3 small bones, a shoe, and some makeup found on 
Nakumaroro Island  in the vicinity  of Howland Island. DNA studies underway to 
determine whether they might be Amelias. 



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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


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Hey There Tubby

I get on my bike and I pedal for hours You'd think I'd be skinny by now Ha! Not a chance my belly's still fat I look like an over stuffed sow Pants are so large they could sail a boat As the mast on the big ocean blue People are cruel and say “Hey there Tubby!” “Better stay away from the stew!” Try not to show how much it bothers me Saying, “Your mother dresses you funny!” But deep down inside I've lost all my pride To be skinny I'd give lots of money My scale says, “One at a time please!” I kick it in anger 'cross the room I've no one to blame for getting this way It's the buckets of food I consume So call me a fatty or call me a tub But don't call be late for my chow I'll soon get serious about losing this fat But it's just not the time right now! © Jack Ellison 2012 This was written before I went on a mission and lost 30 pounds!


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Deafening Silence



Devoted to those poor lost souls. I'm bombarded with a deafening silence As I sit here alone in my room Thinking of how my life might have been Encased in this dark dismal tomb I once had it all or so I had thought I walked with a confident air But fate intervened and changed everything I'm now travelling this road of despair My closest friend is this bottle of whiskey The relief I get from the pain Of a lifetime of utter sadness and sorrow When I dream we're together again If only my words could convince you my love But they just seem so hollow and trite It appears so hopelessly futile to me As I lay awake lamenting each night So I guess I'll go back to my bottle of booze And the only true friend I've had I'll think of how things might have been Bombarded by thoughts so sad © Jack Ellison 2013


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We are ALL a little CRAZY

You say I'm a little crazy
And I heartily agree….
But this you must be sure of
Crazy's not confined to me!

We are ALL a little crazy
In all minds, a monster or two
A little bit of insanity
Grows and thrives inside of YOU!

The fears that lurk in the shadows
The voiceless terrors of day
The psychosis that lingers
That whispers, "You're not OK!"

Yes, I'm a little crazy
My mind’s lost in the abyss
I'm sure that I’ve seen you there
In that crazy land of bliss!

Yes, I need a happy pill
To get me through my day
At least I know my "crazy"
Is being kept at bay!

Yes, I'm a little crazy
I have a troubled mind
But don't you dare go and tell me
That I'm just one of a kind!

I know that you have issues
For you're human; are you not?
So don't pretend you're "normal"!
At times, YOU have lost the plot.

Yes, I'm a little crazy
Just look at me and sneer
But me thinks your brand of "crazy"
Is the one to really fear!!!!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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I Can't Explain

So much happens I can’t explain.
Thoughts fly by much like a train.
I know things can’t remain the same,
I can’t help what’s inside my brain.

I have these visions and see you,
I remember things we used to do.
It has passed and now is gone,
I hold on, but for how long.

I remember when there was a time, 
When I could see at least a sign.
 Still, I seem to fall further behind,
Now so much is gone I can’t find.

All I wanted was to smile,
Now it seems I am out of style.
I once had love but now it’s lost,
So many opportunities that I tossed.

I want it all to go away,
I have to leave I cannot stay.
I look around, I’ve lost my way.
I think of change perhaps I may.

I seem to get lost inside myself,
Then I become someone else.
I try to see the light of day,
 All the clouds get in my way.

I feel tired and lose some fight.
Light gives way, brings forth the night.
I look for answer but there’s none in sight.
I can’t explain so I hold on tight.

I need to lie down and get some sleep,
Close my eyes and count some sheep.
Maybe tomorrow will be better than today,
The fabric of life appears tattered and frayed.


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Auto Pilot

It is not enough 
For you to want to save me
Not even all your love
Could serve to liberate me

So flee from me in fear
Do not allow your emotions to be stirred
Dry your eyes of their empathic tears
They will only leave your vision blurred

For I am a soulless mechanism
seeking only my own gratification
A force of powerful pessimism
My life a result of such manifestation

So sweet of you to offer your light
But my void will blot it out
You can't illuminate the darkness inside
Into the darkness I will drag you down

This isn't who I wanted to be
It's who I've become just the same
Your eyes may be open but you'll never see
And I can no further explain


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Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


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Lost And Found

Moon is to the night,
As sun is to the day,
Aligning only in sight,
But, eclipses do not stay.

Lightning exists in a cloud,
The ground is miles away,
Their connection can be loud,
Electrifying when it may.

The sun sets on the sea,
But, never touches it,
You shine light on me,
Igniting my fire a bit.

I am way down here,
Wishing on a falling star,
See that falling tear,
You are near, yet so far.

I walk a lonely road,
You walk down another,
Writing lost love odes,
And never finding each other.


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A TINY LITTLE EMBER

Once a raging fire, 
that burned so long ago,
was reduced to a tiny ember,
that had all but lost its glow.

That mighty fire I thought had died,
that left ashes in my heart,
was brought to life again once more,
from the tiniest of sparks.

All it took was a simple word,
and the fire flared and grew.
Burning as it did before,
with memories of you.

Again that great inferno was born,
from an old familiar voice.
Burning wildly out of control,
without reason, thought, or choice.

Who knew a fire was waiting, 
patiently there to grow,
from a tiny little ember,
that had all but lost its glow.


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Only Love Can Break Your Heart


Yes, only love can break your heart,
 Take your world and tear it apart.
Best to be sure right from the start,
The sun shines as clouds do part.

I try to remember but then I forget,
So many dreams turn into regret.
I reach for something but I’m not there yet,
So much in life seems to ride on a bet.

The sun awakes and shines in my eyes,
With nowhere to hide I lose my disguise.
Love is not something that money can buy,
I watch to see another day pass by.

As time passes I just drift away,
I seem to get lost in things that you say.
I wish for change, perhaps it may,
I was hoping this time some could stay.
It starts to get hot as thoughts melt together,
I get lost in a dream filled with white heather.
They say there might be a change in the weather,
Still I drift away and float much like a feather.

I can’t forget how it was in the start,
Nothing could ever tear us apart.
Sometimes it was like some kind of fine art.
Only to realize that love can break your heart.


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She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
  
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife


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Tuesday, January 12 2010

Be happy for you have not witnessed it
The time where Haiti shook and fell
On this paper I transmit
This event worthy to tell

It started like any other day
Everything was calm and nice
Maybe it was nature’s way to repay
Us for our vice

In a split second it begun
Everything was going up and down
No matter what, you couldn’t outrun
This destructive force shaking the town

After a while it ended
The place was filled with dead silence
I was with my siblings that I defended
Saving them from this death sentence

I saw a man running with blood
All over his face, and lost his arm
The rest of his body covered with mud
With an organ sticking out of his underarm

During this catastrophe
I lost a lot of friends, and family members
I would like to destroy that part of my history
But everywhere I go that feeling ember’s



I was unlucky to see the remains
Of what was left in this desert
I had to close my eyes for it pains
Me to see my people trapped under the dirt

Just the thought of writing about it
Makes a bed of tears in my eyes
On that day I was whit
My friend as he lays and dies

For what happened to Haiti
Pray it doesn’t happen to you
This pain will cause you to worry
When they say you’re safe is it true?


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A Smile to get Into

I was thinking I need a smile to get into,
With all that I see I am lost without you.
Outside the winds blow, they call your name,
Everything changes, nothing is left the same.

I think of another park and one more Sunday,
I search for the words but can’t find a way.
I try to pull it together yet wonder what’s true,
I remember a face and then I’m lost without you.

I think once again but I still am lost,
I remember the consequence and what this cost.
I try to move on but the feelings still remain, 
Nothing can ever be quite the same.

As the dust settles I see what is gone,
My heart  find solace in what it does long.
I wonder if any of this has a simple end,
Maybe the answer lies around the next bend.

I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night.
I know what I’ve done and wonder what’s right?
Soon a light appears to guide me through night,
I was hoping for a chance to just set things right.

Still I search for a smile and more grace,
To guide me from here to a place that is safe.
As everything vanishes and fades into gray,
I still find peace in the words that you say.


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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The Moment Passion Triumphed

I know you want to appear tough
You want to pull off cool
Being a strong macho man
That’s part of the unspoken rule

I know you act so indifferent
When you see me passing by
But when I happen to turn around
I see raw hunger in your eye

And when I stand close beside you
I hear you inhale my perfume
I can tell it’s so hard for you
Your work to try to resume

And then there is the silence
As you search for words so bland
You try for nonchalance
As you steady your shaking hand

I glow inside as I read
All those little tattle tale signs
You are so intent to hide 
That your heart’s already mine

When we all piled up in his car
I had to lean back on your chest
The erratic beat of your heart
Made me know I’d won the test

I recall you opened the door 
To let me in to the evening of glee
I wish you could have seen your face
Your eyes were devouring me

You tried to talk to other girls
But your eyes never left my face
You were staking out your claim
Your reactions I could trace

Oh, that sweet surge of power
To know that I could dominate
That I could turn strength to weakness
Because your desires I captivate

I made my way to where you stand
A slow and swaying stride
You looked at me perplexed
When I asked you to go outside

I wondered if they could feel
The burning heat in your stare
If they could see the passion
That in your eyes was laid bare

We stood outside in silence
As we drank in the city lights
The moon and the stars were alive
Lending magic to this night

I had become impatient
To claim sweet victory
When I turned my face to you
I saw you looking down at me

Your craving was unguarded
Your sheer presence made me melt
You took a step much closer
Fate a different hand had dealt

“Is there something the matter?”
Your voice caressed me with concern
I couldn’t find words to answer
I felt my cheeks quickly burn

I knew your pride was wounded
For I once already said, “NO.”
But now you were my obsession
How could I let you know?

With feigned calmness you stood waiting
Self-preservation mode in the way
I frantically clutched at the moment
Not knowing what I could say

It was now or lose you forever
My breath came out in a gasp
“I really want you to…..kiss me
To claim me as yours at last.”

The words were barely out
When your lips closed over mine
You crushed my body gainst yours
Made me lost to the world and time

I tasted pure delirium
My senses all aflame
There was no way to even try
Your flames of passion to tame

But you pulled away one moment
Fighting to regain lost control
I could see pride harden your face
“Do you think I have no soul?

You tortured and you crushed me
Teased me with each toss of your hair
Do you know how long I have waited?
Am I just a toy or some dare?”

My life now hung in the balance
For could I try to make you see
That my heart was now so ready
For your love to set me free

I stood inches from your face
“My love, this you cannot miss”
I kissed you with passion of legions
“Your answer is here in my kiss.”

Sweet reader, I’ll pull the curtain
On all the wonder of that night
One of passion’s greatest triumphs
To rival legends saw the light.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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The Burning Within

Embedded in every aspect of life, blood.
Wrath rips souls to shreds for worldly causes.
Plentiful tears upon forever flood.
Returning an empty vessel, man, to ashes.

Blackened hearts manifest their loathing.
Brother competing with brother for greed.
Envy destroys the mind, with covetous lusting.
Worldly ways birth another bad seed.

Every aspect of breathing proceeds with caution.
Trust is lost in planes of angry strife.
Ambiance dreams in self-satisfaction.
Mankind enters adulthood flawed by life.

Odium thrives, falsly justified by differences. 
Compassion too soon lost feeds fearful thinking.
Evil forces busily shuttle interferences.
Clawing, character against character, chafing.

But…there was a crucifixion.
God’ Son came to earth, a son of woman.
Resolved to cleanse hate’s affliction.
Justice serving forgiveness to every man-

Each eternal soul was bought by Jesus’ blood,
He washed sinful ways; set man’s pure goal.
God’s loving sent in everlasting flood.
Renewed, He embraces each righteous soul.

© February 19, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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'Blood' Brothers or 'Bloody' Brothers under the Banner - Parts 3 to 5


                           III

What shame if might measures not with muscle?
  What disgrace awaits those who fail?
Should wanting life be held lèse-majesté to a tussle?
  Should a nation thrive as in a sundered jail?

To the high nor low slams the door
  To him who seeks the Law and more.
Take, take the Golden Mean road!
  Truth your only key, never the sword!

Decades from now sawn men will in right ask:
  Had we then no will to attend to our wounds?
Should not the White Master be called back to task
  To bear the burden of our graveyard mounds?

What guidance should wise men need
  More than their own tested counsels?
Lay, lay aside the pride of higher breed
  Like two strong men upright in councils!

                          IV

People are made to feel their lives rendered great
  By what their leaders do to invoke fate;
Destiny asks not who may stand in as its fated mate,
  When all around lives are lost through hate.

To the high nor low slams the door
  To him who seeks the Law and more.
Take, take the Golden Mean way!
  Truth the only key, no, never slay!

If the Lion strays from its prescribed domain,
  The Tiger will seek to sink its fangs in flanks.
Two kings bide their time in a land full of bane,
  While the common folk lie razed by tanks.

                           V

Seek not to replace life with conundrums.
  Seek only a life-giving solution.
Herald not the arrival of the enemy with drums.
  Let only your heart speak in absolution.

The mountain cannot reach up to the sky.
  The lake at the summit is full.
If monsoons come, calling cranes will cry.
  Kindred spirits will rally in full.

To the high nor low slams the door
  To him who seeks the Law and more.
Take, take the Golden Mean way!
  Truth the only key, no, never ever slay!

Can a people simply grow strong in broken places
  While strong men before the hour vacate places?
“Man can be destroyed but not defeated.
  Man can be defeated but not destroyed.”

© T.Wignesan 2005 - September 21, 2005- (from the Sequence: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent", Paris, France. Pub. in Rama and Ravana at the Altar of Hanuman: on Tamils, Tamil Literature and Tamil Culture. Chennai: Institute of Asian Studies, 2006.)


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Rediscovering A Long Lost Love



To hold you again is all I can think of To feel your body touching mine To press your lips, to hear those words Love words so tender in rhyme Am I in heaven, have I left this earth Touch me to prove you are real My mind's all askew since your return Is it really you that I feel Read about love in all those books Never appeared real until now Cravings are almost too difficult to bear To survive I'm wondering how Then love falls softly into my lap The world is singing once more Love is what makes the world go round Known the whole world o'er To hold you again is all I can think of To feel your body touching mine Dedicated to all those rediscovering a long lost love © Jack Ellison 2014


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Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


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Code

My night palace is a dark abode,
a mortal passage to salvation.
I play the day just as I'm told,
until night's invitation.

Paternal guidance at night sublime,
dead days are simply props.
But night brings life into it's time,
mine starts when their life stops.

Blood tells all in many ways,
my passenger confides.
Those who think crime truly pays,
wind up as blood-splotched slides.

So murder, greed, and godless souls
stray down that darkened trail.
I'll be there when your bell tolls
and we'll see who goes to hell...


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The blue Picasso boy

I could have sworn he was blue,
	The little boy no one knew,
He was slain by stony profit,
	Mortal flesh to fill a pocket.

Some say he spoke in faces,
	Living soul’s tiny traces,
Others claim he walked with fire,
	To light the path he saw with dire.

The forests heard him from a far,
	Leaves would murmur for their star,
Whose lonely orbit lit the sky,
	By way of praising those who try.

Birds would gaze and bless their days,
	Content to dwell in nature’s maze,
Where up was up and down was down,
	Right from wrong had home in town.

Small and light but full of passion,
	Holy creatures of earthly fashion,
Their mystic hearts bled for life,
	Hoping to heal human strife.

Picasso’s boy saw it coming,
	Months before he heard the drumming,
Of beating silence greed would come,
	By those whose lie one can not sum.

The will of love asks some to kneel,
	To offer hope for them that feel,
A tree must fall when darkness breathes,
	To fill the void with light’s soft breeze.

In the woods a shadow prayed,
	For those who live unafraid,
That better days will come again,
	Again, again, and once again
	
	I could have sworn he was blue,
	The little boy no one knew,
He was slain by stony profit,
	Mortal flesh to fill a pocket.


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The Fortress

This fortress is coming down;
It's been a long time in the making.
This bastion can't hold its own;
All these walls are shaking.


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Temerity

Temerity has become the greed-follicles that puncture peacefulness in human life.
Extruding tangled spires across the earthen lands like trees ready to fall and crush.
Power seekers boldly trample upon the complacent, seldom knowing meekness.
Tromping over the forgiving folks like a huge social machine rousting in life’s brush.

Uninvolved masses passively watch it all on the news through biased reviews.
Frantic citizens of the world live in economic quandary…seemingly helpless.
Leaders frame in their wealth maneuvering their way through the very laws they created.
Self-service at the expense of taxpayer’s, trust lost to dishonesty while honors regress.

Intentions once professed become lost inklings of wholesome promises forgotten.
They walk upon the souls of those they were chosen to lead abandoning emotions.
Tears fall, but they are not their own.  Not now.
When, then can the righteous man find solace and escape from life’s commotions?

Is it only death that brings a tortured man to peace as he stands before his creator?
As long as there is hope that good will overcome evil, man can survive the dread.
Hope lives as mortals pray that greed be set aside and understanding lead to peace.
Meanwhile, altruistic hearts work to promote better living as millions are fed.

Where is the reckoning that surely must bring a just end to temerity?
Can self-control contain the angry masses when indifferences prevail?
No relief is found except what comes on that final day…the last judgment.
Forgiveness frees; God is love; sing we then, “All Hail Let Peace Prevail.”

© May5, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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The Depth of Madness

Fantasies of a delinquent mind, 
Nightmares turned into reality. 
Unable to runaway from an, 
Entire life followed by tragedy. 

A neurotic mind has become an, 
Incubator of anxiety. 
Forever living in solitude, 
Nourishing thoughts of insanity. 

A blossoming friendship with chaos, 
Life eluded by tranquility. 
A suffocating heart fails to beat, 
Desperate gasps of futility. 

Madness surrounds a broken down soul's, 
Feeble attempts at sobriety. 
Misinterpreting distant echoes, 
The new dark horse of society.


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Dreams And A Splintered Heart

Memories play in my mind
faded black and blue
remembering mistakes
that I cannot undo
picking up the splinters
of this damaged heart
tired of trying to mend
what always falls apart
sinking broken dreams
of my yesterday
I can't hold on to things
that want to fly away
I'm trying to let go
of what's come to an end
hoping that maybe someday
these wounds will truly mend

By Morgan Mise
Written December 6, 2012)


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Zombie

Cold as ice ,
she tossed the dice
Knowing where she lay ,
all the sixes came in her way

Violet lips those noticeable blues, 
rosy roman ,important cues
That put on smile no one could miss
fighting that one evil hiss,

For who could curve up that line
when there were others all across in the opposite sign,

Wonder as you may the meaning of these words
but only those superior ones can understand,
those one in a million among their herds..


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O INHUMAN AND FOOLISH RACE!

Could we ignore those heroes and heroines,
who fought for freedom and gave us many choices?
Every country has them and their valor we should revere!
I'd like to be one of them...but I hesitate to dare!


More than five thousands of years people have lived on our planet,
and powerful civilizations rose to subdue the ones with a weaker sword...
even today when knowledge is supreme, the mighty ones continue to do so!
O inhuman and foolish race...have you lost all consciousness and grace?


How can the human heart be enslaved by mighteness,
if precious freedom is a right given by God without prejudice? 
All, I repeat all peoples are entitled to liberty...O heroes and heroines rise!
I'm not inciting anyone to rebellion, but protest they should with their voice!


O inhuman and foolish race, how much longer can you brag and not be erased?  
Rome crumbled with its marble idols...others followed and lost what they highly praised!
Now justice is veiled by a feigned appearance: haters of faith and lovers of money abound,
bringing more destruction and danger to anyone alive...will they return to God?  


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Sirens

Sirens lie of love, following where angels fear to tread
Cold and lost in desperation, in blindness we are led
Cold and lost in desperation, impossibly all alone
Adrift with no beacon, calling the way back home


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Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

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For Lillian

Hidden from the light of stars
there sleeps my darling dead
and every passing day without her 
fills my heart with dread
her captivating hazel eyes
they used to shine so bright
I'd give the world to gaze in them 
as I fall asleep tonight
but she, a corpse without a grave
and I, a broken soul
I was bound to her and her to me
together we were whole
Now I'm the sun and she, the moon
together we cannot be
for now my darling Lillian
sleeps beneath the sea

(May, 2013)


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Wicker Park

In desperation of solitude,
Sanity struggles to stay afloat.
Dark clouds descend on paradise lost,
Escape disappears, madness provoked.

Shadows dancing under the pale moon,
Mischievous silhouettes on the walls.
In the company of misery,
An unsympathetic world revolves.

Tragedy collects inside her quill,
Trembling in her delicate hand.
Tears streaming onto crumpled pages,
Unseen words bleed onto her nightstand.

Child of darkness, product of sorrow,
A fallen star abandoned by Hope.
Haunted by the desecrated ghosts,
Past secrets sealed in an envelope.

Despair magnified by cold silence,
Stories untold, forgotten memoirs.
Drawn towards the pale light of the moon,
Alone she rides, shepard of the stars.


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The One

The One

Endless source of inspiration
Her beauty without peers
To hold, to touch, ever the temptation
Heart beating faster as she nears

If I touched her would she be
Like the reflection in a lake?
Would her features be blurry to see,
Her beauty lost in each wake?

If I caressed her, would she be
Like a painting so masterfully drawn?
Would The Artist’s vision be lost to see
Smeared and chaotic, displaced and wrong?

If I kissed her, would she be
Cold and frozen as winter morn’s frost?
Rigid and unyielding, refusing to see
That I am in her beauty completely lost?

If I dared to take her hand
And from this pedestal help her down,
Would she beside me forever stand
Or turn and walk away without a sound?


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Mindless

I lost my shoes, and I was sure
That I had lost my mind;
I couldn't remember yesterday,
So I must have left it behind.

Nor can I recall all the things
That I probably saw,
And I'm feeling lightheaded
As if I'm made of straw.

Do you know of some way
To repair my condition?
Magic spells? Surgery?
Some kind of a mission?

If you know of anything,
I'll treat you like the best,
Like I girl whom I once knew
Who came from the Midwest.


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'Blood' Brothers or 'Bloody' Brothers under the Banner - Parts 1 and 2

“A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half-remembered glory.”

“A strong man makes a weak people. A strong people don’t need a strong man.”
John Steinbeck (Nobel Prize 1962)

        for the DEAD in the Struggle for EELAM

                    I

Ages from now, let it not be said:
  Blood spills only as brother dies.
Ages from now, let not peace be bled
  By chances lost now in sighs.

To the high nor low slams the door
  To him who seeks the Law and more.
Take, take the Golden Mean way!
  Truth your only key, don’t ever slay!

Where the elephant roams un-tethered free,
  The familiar myna will echo carefree
Words of yore buried in sacred memory:
  One breed, one species carved in ivory.

No greater fear simmers in the lowlands
  Than the stealth of brother against brother;
No higher disdain festers in the highlands
  Than vengeance lying in wait for the other.

                          II

Think not of the promises made and broken,
  Think only of the time lost and forsaken.
Every hour, every day, a life blown or taken;
  Every month, every year, a people woe-driven.

To the high nor low slams the door
  To him who seeks the Law and more.
Take, take the Golden Mean path!
  Truth your only key, never the lathe!

Think of Prince Paranirupasingham who to succour
  King Jayavira’s queen, to Kandy, fled his throne:
Abandoned to court intrigue, schemes and wiles encore:
  A princely retreat, a physician’s penance alone.

First governor, then regent, the last Jaffna King Cankili
  Learnt best the conqueror's cruel art of slaughter;
Then, fired by the local converts' iniquitous treachery,
  Revolted too late, his head the butt of lofty laughter.

Think of C.P. Ramanathan the island’s cause to defend
  Sailed over choppy seas past wild submarines
To raise the nation’s flag in the court of the Empire’s den,
  His homeward chariot drawn by one peoples’ teens.

(...continued in Parts 3 to 5)


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SPIRITS IN THE SKY

SPIRITS   IN   THE   SKY



To be lost is to be rootless 
Without guide, form, future or past.
Go to the mountains with care lest
You lose your  path through this world passed.  


If you travel to the high Rockies, wolf and bear 
Still rule serene  and restless  in summers,
But the long winter night-skies   there
Are  ruled by  ephemeral  shimmers.


Take care,  for dazzling  ghostlight ethereal
Moves in crackling  curtains,  swirled
With waves  of  colours unknown,  surreal:
A  pulsating view into another world.


Spirit dance-of-veils  hiding all; revealing, showing
Nothing; but hinting  there are sprites abroad
Which  enfold  you with wild radiance glowing,  
And  entice your mind to stay  -  awed.
  

Indian shamans say  they are spirits wandering - 
Of  children,  or  warriors,   lost in their travel :
Spiritual  in  instinct, with a fluttering 
Serene,  yet restlessly mobile  - a life unreal.


No words can describe it in all its grandeur,
Rootless, formless, hinting,  hiding  there;
And no colour  or  brush  can  capture 
The restless  serenity  of  wolf and  bear.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

NOTE

Almost everyone has seen some display of the 
spooky  beauty of the Northern Lights  or Aurora 
Borealis.   It is without doubt at its most spectacular
in Northern Canada , especially in mountainous regions
like the Rockies. Many native cultures associate it with lost spirits.


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lost

I beg, remember me no more
For your thoughts call out to mine
I've lost my soul, my heart, my core
And of late, even losing my mind


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FREE CEE a fact i wish were fiction

A FACT I WISH WERE FICTION

Together as a team they finally found the thirteen year old young lady at last
The insanity of uncertainty was permanently part of the past
Little Miss Lost was discovered after a three day seminal search
After strangers held hands and vigils outside and inside a church

Fellow congregants lit flames while fervently praying in the dark
Beseeching the Lord that she’d be found at a friend’s home or playing in a park
It was typical for Miss Lost to do enjoyable things for a little more than a little while
Then she’d return in the morning with a bouquet of morning glories as glorious as her gorgeous smile

Upon her requested return relatives gathered around but not one of them ever inquired
No one asked where she’d been……… silenced primarily because they were all so damned tired
The little lass Miss Lost had a wanderlust and all too often would take to roam
And usually when Miss Lost arrived everyone was just relieved that she safely had come home

They found Miss Lost after the search with men and their dogs had lasted three days too long
But sometimes even for the sinless and innocence of youth something goes wretchedly wrong
And I can only pray that it’s true when they say that which a sinner sows……. so shall he reap
Because some creep raped and decapitated the 13 year old Little Miss Lost and then discarded her corpse in a garbage heap
© 2012…(c) 2012...PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~


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desire

maybe Epicurus might'a been furious
if he'd lost all of his desire
combed the ground, to look around
for lost wants to quench his ire

where'd he drop his taste for food
and pour out his tongue for wine
no lyre to pluck his ire for good
no nimble lover to limbly entwine

no want for jaunt to walkabout sea
or hope to climb pinnacled knowledge
the soul enslaved to desireable plea
too hard released from its bondage

just might want philosophy to be
freeing of fears brings tranquility
no purpose repurposed for plan B
afterlife ever after an impossibility

yet, today is right here, right now
and we all can provision it wisely
accept what joy providence will allow
see, as he, an Epicurean view blithely

© Goode Guy 2011-12-05

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicurus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicureanism


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Only Thirteen

The day it starts, leaving at 6 am
Walking to my car, everyday it begins
This windy morning, the rustling sound
I look and see a flyer appear on the ground

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My heart in my mouth
She’s my daughter’s age
Gave feelings of sadness
A sense of rage
The thought of a baby
A lamb with the wolves
Sent shivers of fear,
Thoughts knowing, no good

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My prayers for her family
And all of her friends
Good thoughts and kind wishes
Are all I can send
I’ll spend my day hoping
While doing daily tasks
That she will return safely
That is all that I ask

If there’s a Lord up in heaven
I believe, yes, there is
Then help this poor family
And grant me my wish
I pray that she’s fine now
Maybe just lost on the way
And hope she’s not taken
In a mere awful way

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

It’s been three whole months now
No sign of this girl
The parents’ only child
They lost their whole world
That poor missing girl
On the flyer on the ground
Just where did you go?
Why can’t you be found?


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Blowing With The Wind

When life is like blowing with the wind

I lay comatose of the vision that I have seen today
with eyes shut, my heart hurts, visions of a future
and a past that transformed my very soul
a chaotic heart of what might have been
disorganized by trying to grasp holding on for dear life ...

As I daydream to take the view the wind is gently blowing
my life away, as it casts my life into a mold
not knowing where I have seen this life before
I turn the hands of time to remember what might have been
so my soul can soar for the future, but nothing of this life brings to life
memories of forever ...

So, if not of this life time, is the mystery of my histories of you
my past haunts me through every reminiscence we lived
or was it age of innocence that only pretends, to hold us together
to mold us what we are now, with the hurts that display the tears
holds back the soul, to grow and love again ...

Maybe through medieval times or the dark days of renaissance
we lived, an age innocence that didn't last, that told so much about our thoughts, hearts and tears, so if not of this life time, if not for the memories
if not for trusting and pure sweet love, the parting of the wind that gently blow our lives,

Dear Darling, this is the day the wind has blown my life ...

Brooke


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Ten Lives in Alabama

There’s ten lives in Alabama, That lost their lives yesterday. An afternoon of bloodshed, With innocent lives at bay. A terrifying rampage, Three communities in shock. For two Alabama counties, Were plagued of random shots. In four different locations, A repeated tragic panorama. My heart goes out to the families, Of the ten lives in Alabama. __________________________ To the ten lives lost in Alabama, an appalling tragedy...


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RECLAIM YOUR LOST HOPE

Looking at the present state of things,
nothing is ever going to change,
and with a stubborness so definitive.
some people would rather suffer than challenge...



Reclaim your lost hope, that one which held you back,
making your accursed life as fiery as tempest; 
what tears did was drownimg you in their sorrow,
all your days were spent alone, not daring to trust in love...


 
Lives are cut off as timber is severed by eletric saws,
when it falls to the ground, only a thud is heard;
then they will loaded on trucks and the forest will moan their loss,
so is our saddened heart when it's emptied of all good things we loved...



Reclaim your lost hope, what once was rightfully yours,
see the big pitcure with new eyes and a more perceptive mind,
for too long you have been confined to loneliness;
now, open up your windows to the shining sun and proclaim your freedom...



Trashed acquintances may be regretted, but others you will find,
and fearlessly confront your obstacles and make them null;
reembrace the fervent faith that made you the strongest soul,
and as you go on living, remember not what made your teeth grind...     


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Lost in Love

Embracing you, now, at this very moment,
I can think of no other place I would rather be.
The world outside can wait and get along without me,
I’m lost in your love, my ever tranquility.

The scent of your being always gives me smile
The softness of your curves, well they give a rush.
My sweetness, this is all this man needs and wants.
I’m lost in your love; I need you ever so much.

Into your eyes I see now and tomorrow
I welcome the presence of each brand new day
In this lover’s embrace we’ll conquer each moment.
I’m lost in your love, with tears, I now say.