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Details | Free verse | |

THE LANGUAGE OF ASH


Anarchy and misery whispered so softly that only she could hear
their voices, so she threw crabapples at a mail man to draw attention, 
ran feral between cars, remapped streets that never gave adequate 

directions or a single landmark to show her the way home. Mother 
loved the shell her baby bird had long ago broken, a mourning dove 
cooing for soft pieces, each scattered peep. Breath, the only thing 

that was hers, truly. Oh, the relief to snatch a bored sigh, draw it back, 
deny escape. A-gore-rhythms and Form-you-la’s, school’s strangle hold
methodology of mind control. Skip to my Lou. Skip class. Skip through 

rush hour traffic. Still, no one understands. No one speaks the language 
of Ash. Purge-atory is no fantasy. Every day, the same losses: possibility, 
sensitivity, civility. Hey guards, listen to all the things she will never say. 

Words, what the hell are they but manufactured strings of disappointment
that she chokes on? The entire world babbles platitudes and lawyers’ lies 
and vulgar chastisements.  Why speak, why waste a single breath? 

They fling their crap, so she returns the favor, knowing they will not 
translate her message. They use verbs like pepper spray and cavity search
and solitary confinement. She is nineteen, but the numbers don’t add up,

redo the equation. Just don’t ask questions or try to hurt yourself. Just? 
Again, she feels the noose close her throat, smiles at her secret antidote, 
the open doors of unconsciousness. A caress, this burn against the neck, 

again and again, saved and saved and saved, as though they’d noticed 
the flame’s gone, as though someone cared that she’d become soot, ash, 
ashes. Ashley? Ashley to ashes to ash to dust, just dust. Just? 
 
Just. Death. 






About this Poem

Ashley Smith was a troubled teen who would run into traffic, scream at people, cut classes.At 15 year, she was incarcerated for throwing crabapples at a mail man, this led to behavior which kept her in prison.  She defied the system, threw feces at guards, refused to comply and strangled herself many times a day. Ashley was restrained in a chair for as long as 8 hours, forced to sleep on mattress-less bed frame, pepper sprayed, tazered and kept mostly in segregation. She would bang her head against the floor until she bled, told a phychologist she felt suicide was her only hope. She was moved 17 times between 8 facilities in only 9 months. On October 17, 2007, Ashley, aged 19, hung herself in her cell as guards merely watched, having been ordered to only intervene once she STOPPED breathing. Her death was filmed. There is currently an inquest into Ashley’s treatment and suicide. For more information-

http://www.montrealgazette.com/news/national/Ashley+Smith+death+only/8053824/story.html


May change come. 

May change come, now.


Details | Quatrain | |

You make me feel numb

I do believe in magic
I so believe in peace
I believe you know undoubtedly
Of beauties and of beasts
The human spirit can withstand
And rise above the shrine
Belittle all you want, my dear
I’ll be the dwarf in time
But I’ll evolve as I hold dear
These sentiments that haunt you
I’ll cherish every single tear
Because you’ve plagued me to
I’ll turn the other rosy cheek
Though undeserved it may be
I will forgive, but won’t forget
The promised growth inspired in me
Further more, I wish to say
Remind me that I’m still alive
Disturb the sleeping monsters 
Please provoke me to survive
You compliment this hypocrite
Attention seeking scum
And help stick out the finger
That outranks the sorest thumb


Details | Sonnet | |

Give me a break I am PMS ing

I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun

I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick

I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey

Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome


Details | Romanticism | |

Autumnal Grace

The autumnal grace that bodes so well 
For eager souls departs,
Upon a dove wore Gaelic prose
Devised by naïve hearts,

For afterthoughts as echoed dew
Sate the doleful needs,
Of naïve souls whose hearts dispose
Of decadence and greed,

For autumnal grace a phrase misplaced
In modern times bestowed,
With meaning laced with fervent haste
That once defined our souls.


Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


Details | Free verse | |

Autobahn

~2012 New Berlin Remix~


Rapid Eye Movements
cruise down the Autobahn,
driving dreams of soldiers 
slaying the wicked Beast in the East,
seeds hidden in the cuff links
returning home for the victory parade.

The victory parade of the new millennium
is a mirage, as desert sand blows 
through the desolate streets of Basra,
spray painted slogans of 'Aryan Nation'
scrawled across crumbling walls.
High level Terror-alerts
scroll across the Fear o' Dome,
breeding paranoid glances 
of commercial-class passengers
flying high above barbed-wire compounds:
camps of cells in solitary confinement,
centralized secret service agents
unload the next set of trains.

"Son, do you forget all that we sacrificed?!
Have you lost all of your respect?
Okay, so maybe the Feds
became brainwashed by the Reds,
but this is for our freedom and safety.
This isn't about racial impurity,
but our Nationalist Socialist security!"

"You are all mixed now anyway,
doesn't matter if you are female, black, jew or gay,
we must unite together as a nation,
proudly wave our flags, fight our common enemy!
This enemy is trying to disintegrate
the very fabric of our free society!"

"Son, why can't you just see?!"
"Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi 
natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!"
____


....cold sweat.

I wake-up from a horrible nightmare,
remnants of images floating through my head.
Something about flocks of carnivorous sheep,
and rabid wolves for shepherds?
Jumping out of bed,
I quickly look in the mirror
just to make sure.
Everything looks as it should.
Lawnmower growls in the background,
sunshine leaks into the room
adding a warm touch to reality.
Through my bedroom window,
I spy the neighbour's Iron Eagle weathervane
goose-stepping towards the east.

Everything appears normal,
here, on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd.




.


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


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 | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | I do not know? | |

Tishmandu

Tishmandu
 
My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
 
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
 
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
 
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
under God and full moons
blessing passage with incense and bells
 
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth 
to determine true north
and the path where Tishmandu lies
 
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refined
the final leagues we must take
 
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
 
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
 
At last in the shade
a walled shelter is bade
I meet with the maker of rules
A service I bring
but to rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
 
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame

As I washed the sick
and avoided blunt stick
the God of the desert did smile
For the people made well
in this fortified hell
where spirit is subject to trial
 
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
I Bid farewell to Tishmandu
 
RAMA, Ink


Details | Rhyme | |

Knock, Knock!

Knock, Knock!
Who is it that goes there,
It is me; I am in your air,
And a deep root we share.

Knock, Knock!
What on Earth do you want?
It is me, the one they daunt.
But you and I have to jaunt.

Knock, Knock!
Would you just go far away?
It is me, and forever I’ll stay.
I ‘m here giving you the way.

Knock, Knock!
Why must you keep bothering me?
Because you are one of me and see.
I have come to set souls totally free.

Knock, Knock!
Have you not been here a time or two before?
Yes it is me; I will always knock at your door.
You’ve buried me alive deep inside your core!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2008


Details | Bio | |

Big City, Big Shot Fool (Me)

A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool sees stars
Where he should see crime

Promoted "Furniture Buyer"....
Big Ticket spot....
They seemed out to prove
Smart I was not.

Big Furniture Market,
High Point, N.C.,
Invited out to dinner,
By big shot vendor....
Oh...whoop, whoop, yea!

Of course, my stuffy boss
was there,
In the next chair
At this odd restaurant...
"The Factory" it's name,
After that night,
I was never looked at the same....

Big shot, Big City....
Big Fool....
It wasn't pretty....

The menu did start
Entrees priced more
Than my annual salary
And I'm confused
There's a boiler next to me!

So this Big City Buyer,
In his $99.00 suit
Ordered a shrimp cocktail,
Oh, what a hoot!

Lights flashing....
Like Studio 54
I had no idea
What I was in for!

Got my shrimp cocktail,
Oh, I do love my shrimp!
But the lemon wedge,
Was wrapped up
My mind now a' crimp

In this decorative yellow stuff,
All fit with a bow....
How do I open it, I wondered...
I wanted to know...

But I'm a Big Shot NYC Buyer,
Sure, I've seen it all....
How dare these dumb hicks...
Have such a gall!!

I took my fork,
I took my knike....
I started trying to open
This thing like....
It meant my very life!

I was struggling,
And sweating,
And frustrated and mad
Got some of the weirdest looks
I ever have had...

These Carolina Hicks...
Out to make a fool of me...
Slowly I realized
Everyone looking at me...

My boss's eyes swollen
In shame
How dumb his young buyer
Should be in a cornfield
And call himself "Town Crier"

Eventually I learned....
This stuff was called
"Cheese-cloth"
Ridiculous I thought...
No cheddar or swiss
Like this had I ever bought...

In silence I remained
Through the rest of my meal....
To me the biggest embarrassment
To me the biggest deal....

Big City Hot Shot Buyer...
Dumb as a farm hand.....
Put in a Manhattan restaurant...
Without but a strand....
Of what was, what wasn't
Of how, and of why...
All I wanted to do
Is to crawl under a rock
And die!

(This is true!!!)


Details | Blank verse | |

Stalker

I embrace the nocturnal shade 
coiled beneath tangerine lamplight 
on the corner of the street 
in case a certain little lady walks by. 
I am ever watchful 
in the telephone kiosk bathed in smells of damp 
directories, of urine and pubescent vandalism; 
silhouetted at the mouth of the 
tubeway entrance; 
sat in the rusting Lada across the road; 
ever watchful, 
gaze unwavering, unflinching. 
I have perfected the dead-eye stare. 
I am the vigilant sentinel. 
I am watching you. 

Wherever you choose to go I am 
mere footsteps away, 
dogging your trail. 
At the salon I watch your pale tresses 
cut and blown dry 
through stencilled window glass. 
That time I got a lock of your hair. 
I like to collect souvenirs. 
They bring us closer. 

I know you know I am here, 
I make certain of that; 
dead certain. 
I want you to know I am here, 
always present 
on the periphery of your vision; 
live ghost haunting your existence. 

The police have made empty threats, 
charges of loitering with intent. 
Intent to do what, though? 
That is the question. 
Intent to do what? 
It is for me to know and you to discover. 
This is the game, my sweet, 
the game we play. 

I feel your fear when you pick up the 'phone 
and no one answers, 
only the romance of dead silence; 
I can smell your sweat leaking down the line, 
taste your breath, sharp and spicy with fear, 
burning down the line. 
I sense your arousal, 
the wetness of your loins, slick 
with the lubricant of anticipation, 
of desire, 
of surrender. 
But we do not speak, no, 
not yet, 
but soon. 
Be patient, beloved, be patient as I am patient, 
stoic and timeless and patient. 
I hear you sobbing, crying down the line, 
hear the crystal crash of vodka glass shattered 
against the wall. Be patient, calm yourself, 
for soon, very soon, we will meet...and 
then my intent will become clear... as 
clear as those shards of shattered crystal, 
my sweet...


Details | Free verse | |

In her Eyes

Blame was burning in her eyes,
Flames were screaming out of head,
Tongue was a piece of flash,
But heart was pumping fast.

Body was lying on a bed,
Night was cuddling with her,
Dreams were scattering fast,
But she was helpless to touch them.

How can she stop someone’s mouth?
What had she done so wrong?
Her welcoming steps were weeping,
And crying for her coming home.

Father was ill and mother was old,
Husband was drunkard and idle,
When comes late at night,
Demand’s money from her family.

She thought to kill herself,
But her little child climbed to her feet,
Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears,
And her feelings were damped.

Suddenly her husband came home, 
And started to kicking her badly,
Her mouth starts to bleed,
And she fell down and crying with pain.

Child was only eight and watching quietly,
His father was lying on a bed,
He stabbed a knife in his chest,
Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Inner Workings

Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic
when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air?
Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings
when my brain is like clockwork in logic to bare?
Leaning tos, that is another discussion
for I will admit that I lean toward the tears
and maybe you too would admit just for reference
that you have the mechanics of a man of your years
But don't you think too, that a blending occurs
right at the moment two soul mates connect
and each leans in toward the other's attraction
they otherwise fell, in their days, to neglect?
Perhaps that is why your eyes well up quite rightly
when you see that my heart has been scorched by design
And maybe that's why I hold common sense tightly
and wrap it in gauze to be precious in kind
We are just truly conjoined puzzle pieces
with traits to be honored as sweet compliments
Whether it's logic or sheer, raw emotion
we balance each other in complete confidence.


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | I do not know? | |

Diverse

Oh say can I see 
By the big florescent lights
Once so proudly now has fell
Fell into reality? 
Fell into right? 
Fell into a time where there should have never been a fight!! 

With ’In God We Trust ' printed on every dollar. 
But God got kicked out so Columbine became the shocker. 
But was it also ' In God We Trust ' when we failed to see nothing but color?

With the hoses put down, 
and Dr King no longer around, 
is ‘The Dream’ still being reached? 
Is it a sign that the first homes we see 
are no longer a possibility?

When the Towers came down,
we were 'United we Stand'
But when gas prices rose it was, 
“You're on your own, man!” 

‘A penny saved is a penny earned,’ 
is from the man that first helped us try to learn. 
But when we stopped asking what our country can do for us, 
is that the time when the table turned?

Now that Rosa will no longer be on the bus, 
I wonder who will now take that seat for all of us. 

With Miss America in the cast, 
when will we ever see Miss Disability last? 

What happened to the times of ‘I am not a crook’, 
it took a back seat to the Man who wrote the Book. 

And the rockets red glare, 
with bombs still bursting in the air, 
is it wrong to fight for the night 
when our children’s children will still be there.


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


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Serving A Great Church Or A Great God

Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God? There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to… I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!” “We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!” “We have great people too..” “This is most certain!” “You’re invited to a service that is really great.” “It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.” “You’ll find a great service in just one hour!” “You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.” “The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!” “Getting more people into our building is our goal!” I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?” In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving? What does scripture say about Christ’ body’s purpose and meaning? Are we focused on God? Or what gives us a “good feeling?” Holiness and repentance must be our daily goal and passion… Being sold out to Christ may seem “old fashioned.” I’d rather have Jesus than the “greatness of a church” any day. I’ll love and worship HIM… No matter that others say! May we all return to our first love... Jesus must be our lord! It’s in heaven where we need to have our treasures stored! I seek the greatness of our God! And I worship his mighty name! With him in church..… Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11


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Are YOU Ready For Christ Return

Are You Ready? Many in church aren't ready for Christ' return, Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual candle burns out fast. Everyone thinks they're doing fine and “o.k.” As long as they give money and sing and pray. They soak in God's word and memorize many verses. You can see their Bible tucked in behind their purses. A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today— they'd be left alone. God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: “YOU MUST be born again.” Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. “Be ready for my coming” is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now—would you go—or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton


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Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21


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I Went To Church Last Sunday


I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so “bored.” When they were singing the songs, some didn’t seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another “yawn.” Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply “get bored with everything?” As the preacher arose to preach his “Sunday sermon best.” “Fill between the lines,” he said… This was to be the “test.” Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a “closing prayer.” I noticed many of the people were “happy to get out of there!” I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… “Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?” “Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I’ve heard about?” “Has the power of God in many churches been ‘kicked out?’” I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a “boring Sunday experience.” May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton


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Sshh! Chef's Busy in the Kitchen Making His Seafood Bisque.

Chef 's Winter dishes are simply delicious, not too much oil or cream.

Rich or plain,  taste tested to perfection, tiny portions sometimes steamed

He starts  the day with freshly squeezed orange juice,coffee and toast.

And embarks on a fitness journey along the seaside in Adelaide.

Today he is going to create a seafood bisque inspired by his walk.

This morning whilst  walking along the beach he noticed the outgoing

Tide and outlet  left a long groove with  definite honeycombe indentations

snaking parallel to the shore for a distance near a giant swirly starfish.

From an aerial perspective it looked  like a Christo dragon , hardened ripples

representing the scales and the sometimes swirling patterns here and there

where the giant Sea-dragon moved, slithered or shifted about in the sand .

The Sea-Dragon must have laid there for some time before he disappeared 

as his scales were deeply impressed and clearly embossed in the firm sand. 

A clear body of water flowed  in the center of this outlet echoing the scales

shimmering and gleaming with sunlight smoothly on the groove's surface.
 
Upon seeing this ,Chef etched it  in his memory and began to mentally gather 

ingredients for his creation.How could he give his bisque the dragon flavour?

Grilling the whiting, prawns and scallops  with butter  laced with honey , chilli,
cardamon + crushed nuts , garlic, a dash of brandy....... 
 
then adding chicken stock , lime , thyme ,cracked pepper , rock sea salt and 
finally pureeing the lot with a splash of coconut milk.




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Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


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Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams


         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 




Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      

        

         


         
          
          

        
                         

         

         


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Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


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The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


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I'm Tired Of It All

I'm tired of the lies,
I'm tired of the deceit,
I'm tired of the rumors,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the pain,
I'm tired of all the heartaches,
I'm tired of the break-ups,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the hatred,
I'm tired of the sadness,
I'm tired of the anger,
I'm tired of it all.

I wish everything was perfect.
I wish everyone could get along.
I wish all the negative things in the world could be tossed away.
I wish, I wish, I wish...but this is reality, and here...NOTHING is perfect.


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Might these be

Might this be a wonder,
Might this be a sunder,
Might this be the blocker,
Might this be the warder,
Might there be a plunder,
Might it pass the border,
Might there be a dweller,
Might they be lodgers,
Should they be squatters,
Should they be trespassers...

Might they squander,
Might it scatter,
Might this be a sputter,
Might there be a clutter,
Moght there be to many clusters,
Might this be the controller
Mightit get power...?

Might these be handlers,
Might these be forcers,
Might these be the squashers,
Might these be the breakers,
Breaking some of the order...

Might this be a night,
Going to a wretched midnight,
Coming from a raging twilight,
Until these be ended, throughout nighttime,
Later waking from our bedtime,
Maybe dying to see the morning light,
Might this be happening tonight...?

Might there be a knight,
Might there be a fight,
Waiting for a shining might,
Coming from some rainbow's light,
coming slight from the nighttime,
With some waiting for their fly...

Might these fight the ghouls,
Might they get to their goal,
Might this vanish some ghosts,
Whom want all of our souls...

Might this be other things,
Might these be the lives of life,
With some asking, might these be I...?


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #264 / Christian girl

Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy


Details | Clerihew | |

Killing a Spy


Russian spy A. Litvinenko 
Had no heart, for a status quo;
But, when he revealed his odium, 
He earned the deadly polonium.


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What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


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They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Cinquain | |

Eyes On Me???

Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.


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The Wait

Each time has a special place
And every such place has its time.
When nature seethes with strangeness
Where the mind in exquisite isolation halts itself and listens
For the rumblings of a something large and not easily defined -
Stop! Softly now, feel how close it is.
Something's coming, be assured, that can't be held in words,
Imprisoned by our comprehension.
Nothing to do now but wait and see...

Now here we stand at the conjunction
Milling about and ignoring ourselves
Like so many motes of dust hanging before a bright windowpane
Illumined by the sharp cold light of dusk, gathering and sliding
Across that vast empty horizon just beyond
And still we wonder deep down
How best to pass these years or moments
Until we turn to look on our creations,
Those children of our thoughts,
Face to face, without defenses

There's a beast in need of killing here
Of that no one doubts
But the name of the thing...
There's the rub.

What is it makes a body
Inured to the blood and fire
The pain and rage
The beauty and the folly
Of the Age it helped engender
Start
And tremble at the smallest of things
The least of the pities and frail sorrowful occurances
With which this world is etched and circumscribed?

Is it the breath of conscience
Or the sharper inspiration of fear?
Perhaps the two conspire within us
Contending for possession
Of our human souls, at once so noble and so abject,
The fitting residence for violent emotion.
Ask me not for the answer; I too join in the dance of confusion.

The beast is still there, and it's ours
It needs to die before the dawn can come,
Bringing us its meanings and its hopes
Seeming so dim and distant
But coming nonetheless.

Remember now, it's a long, long way we've come from yesterday
Back when we huddled and wondered in our vague, childish way
From where we had come and to where we must go
What we need search and what we could know
And even then we affirmed, and some as loudly denied
We must stand firm against the onrushing tide
Of expectation and labor come 'round to fruition
Bearing down the completion of our lonely mission.

So on we wait.
The flutterings of anticipation pass so slow and fine
Felt at most as a tiny unease
Slow spreading ripples in a quiet clear stream,
Or the light breeze kissing the face 
Of the heavily sedated patient,
Still there with us always,
Silent and vital as our heartbeats.

Look sharp now
That beast is still there,
And it's ours,
Formlessly waiting like smoke in a mirror.


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Is She The One?

Is she the one my dream come true
The one that makes me whole.
Throughout the end of time
I'd give my heart and soul. 
Is she the one with qualities to endure the test of time.
Her unexpected stare 
sends shivers up my spine.
And gives me butterflies inside
Is she the one I can't decide
That always keeps me satisfied
My mind is left preoccupied
You have ignited every flame
Within my beating heart.
Now far from you I cannot part.
Is she the one my sweetheart
the angel in my life.
For you I'd walk a thousand miles
The toughest ride you've made worthwhile
I've looked beyond your hazel eyes
Your every glimpse, your every smile
In love we've deeply intertwine
Is she the one who will be there
to catch me when I fall.
That picture perfect puzzle 
To you I give my all.
Is she the one 
Well better yet she 's got the hooks on me.
The fear of losing her is deeper than the sea.





©RashanaKing2010


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:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.


Details | Chant Royal | |

PI - Inspired by the movie

THREE year olds know about circles. They play
ring around the rosy and here we go round
the mulberry bush. And if one should say 
that in reality nowhere is found
a perfect circle, they either don’t hear
or won’t buy it.  Yet.  Another year
or so they’ll eat the awful truth and then
conventional wisdom will slip right in
to its proper place and babyish why
will give way to unexamined lives. Sin
preached from pulpits at preschool shrouds PI.

POINT to the red stop circle. Here’s the way
to walk safely: keep one foot on the ground
at all times.  Slowly and steadily. Stay
between the lines and never let the sound
of  critical thinking distract your ear
from the sound of my voice. I love you, dear.
Trust me to tell you what you need know when
you need to know it.  I tell you, I’ve been
granted credentials. Listen to me, I
pledge allegiances, comfort and even
wealth.  Conformity’s requirements stifle PI.

ONE damp March morn, buzzards circled the gray
expanse of four-laned wasteland where a hound
dog had foolishly chased a dove away
from any sign of obedience. Mound
after mound of petrified organs.  Clear
chords rang out. But the harsh grind of the gear
of  market driven semis hauling men
and their pimp wares of lies told by vermin
with disposable fantasies rolled by 
and outscreamed the prelude of peace. The end
justifies. Wall Street domesticates PI.

FOUR the fourth time, circle in ink to play
lucky numbers. Fortune cookies abound
with their scratch off oracles of big pay
and tight buns and white cuspids.  Wrap-around
leather skirts lust for more time and sincere
pleas for help get downsized. Year after year,
oblivious to the tipping of win
or lose scales to the right and left to grin
and bear it. Occasional urge to cry
‘til imbalance seems natural. If your skin
crawls take medicine. Addictions cloud PI.

ONE nation under God circles to sway
one lord one faith one baptism?   Joshua downed
Jericho and Truman blessed Enola Gay
to drop her horrid load  Does it astound
anyone anymore?  Or has the fear
of death obscured sacred tidings of cheer 
and replaced them with slick prayers to low men
in high places?   Hallelujahs in thin
screechy voices.  Who will dare to ask why?
Blind patriotism and religion
unsupported by spirit torture PI.

AND SO ON TO INFINITY. Again
and again and again.  There’s never been
an end or even a pattern.  We fly
around in circles, unaware. But when
we wake, we will come face to face with PI.

~~~~~~~~~~

the capitalized first words in each stanza when taken together are pi


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A Toy Girl

A smooth and soft,
A cheerful and lovely,
Like a red rose,
Her smile was knocking,
My conscientious 
That was toxicating,
And mind likes to talk,
As she was a toy girl.

Praising for her new dress,
Her jewellery and appearances,
Her walking steps,
Started to palpitate, 
A fly with my dreams,
As a butterfly,
Enjoying fragrance,
In a warmth glimmering world.


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The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


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Untitled #317 / Alien civilization

“Are there ruins of an
alien civilization on
the surface of Mars?”
well, yes
if we are the aliens


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What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


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HE Is The Sollution To Every Problem Worry And Heartache


In the midst of this world’s chaos and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! Many people have tried all different kinds of things. Not realizing the consequences this often brings… I’m going to say something. This I shall confess… Without God in our lives. Everything is one big mess! Have you thought about what history does unfold? The many wars, famines, and deaths untold? One just can read the book of Revelation. This world’s going to go through a great tribulation! Our hope isn’t in world government. Or chasing a “U.F.O…” It’s only in Jesus... The redeemer of our soul! If heaven is a place would you’d like to be… Think about where you’d like to spend your eternity… With Christ in your life… You can’t go wrong. In his sheltering arms… Is where you belong! Jesus… Who created this earth and everything within… Can wash you clean…. And take away your sin! All of creation cries out and proclaims… The beauty and majesty of his awesome name! He is the solution to the way you’re livin.’! Why not accept him today… And be FORGIVEN! By Jim Pemberton 02/17/11


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I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


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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 | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

American Gothic { Picture Poems}

After noticing a small white house
this painter decided that it would look
fancy if someone would live in it too
so using his sister Nan and his dentist 
Dr. Byron Mckeeby this colonial print 
is mimicking 19th century Americana
And to think that they were never even standing
in front of the house they had been painted separatley





Grant Wood 1930
Americian Gothic

The Art Institute Of Chicago


Entry For Brian Strand's Ekphrasis


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Untitled #305 / The Traffic Teacher's Tale

They locked eyes. Engines revved and roared.
When the light flashed green, tires screamed across the pavement,
other horns were honked, and a cup of Coke
flew across the lane divider into the lap of the second driver
even as the car of the first driver veered off
into a ditch, overturned, cabin
crunched into a tree
and three souls rode their last.
The traffic teacher says we must control our emotions, but I know
this is impossible. Emotion binds the heart of every human.
We can control our responses to these feelings, or else
ignore them entirely.
I wish I could choose the latter.


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Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


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Tomb of the unknown soldier

There's flowers on the grave where this man lies,
The flowers on this grave will never wilt or die,
Thoughts of this person resting in this tomb,
Lay across this nation in every living room,
He died beneath the colors of the red,white and blue,
To keep people safe like me and you,
Nobody knows his name or his race,
All they ask is for on him will God shed his grace,
God please watch over this soldier that nobody knows,
And keep the others safe no matter where they go.


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Signs

The signs are here, for all to see,
The thunder clouds, the dying tree.
The shining lights, that draw you near,
Loud heavy music, in your ear.

By word of mouth, or through cyber space,
The hidden pictures, of your face,
The northern lights, are dancing south,
The rumours you hear, by word of mouth.

The sign are falling, from the sky,
Raining stars, on the passers by,
While the battle rages, on underground,
The innocent dying, without a sound.

The cries of heaven, the screams in hell,
That no one hears, down in this well,
The terrible beauty, the open wound,
The innocent babies, in open tombs.
For all to see, for all to hear,
The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear.

The birds are falling, the fishes drowned,
What once was up, has now become down,
The tender and loving, an empty shell,
The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell.

The signs are here, for all to see,
Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea.

More poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com


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Look of Faith

Baby grey eyes, full of strength.
Did not simmer the whole 40 but born with the strength as if they had.
No memories of loved ones’ to help with the fight.
No memories of frolicking with siblings’ to help ease the long hours.
Constant ding of bells, digital screens monitor all they can sense except what’s buried inside.
Hands assisting in every aspect of life as they know it.
Just the long days and countless hours of the love of strangers to help.
Parents aid with gentle touches and snuggles try to help their life’s love learn faster than any babe should.
The angel hands poke and fuss day and night trying to help the baby grey blossom into Blues’ or greens or browns and full of the fascination
The true image of faith is an N.I.C.U or P.I.C.U baby fighting everyday for a world they know nothing about.
They do not know of the Sun, not of the Moon or the Ocean or the Sky.
Inside these wonderful babes is a lesson the world has not spoiled yet.
Inside these Children is the purest most unspoiled example of faith, more than most of us will ever remember having.
They do not know why they struggle, but somehow I can’t help but think they know, they understand.
The fight comes from inside today, tomorrow and all days after. The fight driven by a word they do not yet know.
The word is not so important and almost meaningless when you see it before your eyes.
What is it you see when you look into the Baby grey eyes of these lil troopers and troopettes
One word faith.


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Living In The Last Days



Living In The Last Days…

I believe that according to what
 God’s word says…
We are living in “the last days!”

People often call good… Evil  
 And evil…  Good.
Too often God’s truth is misunderstood!

Many turn God’s truth into corruptible lies…
And do what’s pleasing to their own eyes!

Many just seem to fail to understand…
The darkness that covers much of our land!

Many desire affection from “others features.”
But have become sin-filled “fallen creatures!”

Our days are very short and we 
don’t have many!
Will anyone live for Jesus?  
Are there ANY?

The truth of God’s word must be our source!
It will help us to overcome sin’s “evil force!”

God’s power is awesome and is presence so real!
Behold the God of Abraham. Jacob and Israel!

He is our only hope and our true redemption!
Today can be the day of your salvation!


By Jim Pemberton


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'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


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Untitled #303 / Orange and white

Today I learn that her boyfriend
is a junior at UT.
Now my eyes narrow
at orange-and-white pom-poms


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"Love"

Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed
A kind word,helping hands are ways it can be conveyed.
Hello there!How are you doing ?Or may I help you please.....
Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease?

Instead.....its no thank you!I donk care or who are you anyway?
You're just trying to extend a little love and then they blow you away.
That's a nice dress,I like your hair or may I please see your hat?
All you can hear with a cold stare is what you think he looking at.

Our dear Father who lives up above,said to love everyone like your self;
I guess people these days got tired of that and put love back on the shelf.
We need to take it back down ,dust it off and give it another try,
Its not that hard to spread around even if its denied.

I still beleive that love has hope amidst the doom and gloom;
It may get better....I don't know?......before GOD comes,or when man
lives on the moon


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Untitled #161 / We

We shall make our own!


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Untitled #334 / Swan Tiger

“How do you spell your last name?”
“Zwanziger. It’s like Swan Tiger,
but with Z’s instead of S’s and T’s”
Ah! Swan Tiger! Swan Tiger!
This will be my first novel.


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Untitled #205 / Mexican-American Japanese Wasabi chef

The special Mexican-American Japanese Wasabi chef
“It’s my first day on the job
pretty good for a first time, eh?”
…
 “Well, not really his first day”
Hah! He had us all fooled!
He deserves a big tip!


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Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.


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Untitled #341 / So much problem-solving

Why so much problem-solving?
Can’t they see I’ve got enough
problems of my own?


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God's Love Brings Me Happness

What God’s done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can’t “contain it!” The love he brings and the peace untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings to me comfort and joy... This is why he came! I'll accept his gift of eternal life today! And allow his presence to brighten my day! A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of my life… He speaks; “peace be still!” As I allow him to make my life complete within… A beautiful relationship with him begins! He is my God! My provider! And so much more! He’s here right now. What am I waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton


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WHO Can You Really Trust

Who Can You Really Trust? During these days of stress and uncertainty. Many people are looking for a security. There’s a lot of families that feel forsaken. Many things they hold as precious, have been taken. Many lives end in suicide after much despair. Often wondering if there’s anyone who cares.. Many trust the government. Wherever it leads. Trusting someone to come and meet their needs. Those whom we count on as being our friend. Will often “let us down,” in the end! Things and people that we have given our trust. Have often left us behind, in the dust. There’s someone you can trust and count on! His name is Jesus! He’s one that you can depend on! He’s more secure than the gold at Fort Knox! He waits at your heart’s door and patiently knocks. Won’t you invite him in? And begin to trust him? Won’t you give him your heart ? And love him? He’s 100% faithful and steadfast and secure. His living water is one hundred percent pure! He is what you need. And so much more! He is what your life was really meant for! Trusting God can be yours and mine! Won’t you trust him? While there’s still time? By Jim Pemberton


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The True Meaning of Christmas

The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


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Remember

Can you remember?
It wasn't long ago.
Do you still feel it?
Can you hear their voices?
It's important that they know.
I was where they are,
and in ways still am,
but His grace I discovered,
and now am compelled
to tell them all,
but even more than that,
to show them His great mercy.
That's the place I dwell,
the place I live,
the place I belong.


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I Was Thinking Just The Other Day


I was thinking about something just the other day. I was at a loss for the "right words to say." I was thinking about a time "way back when." That day I became born again. A zeal for Jesus that I once had. Excitement in my life, a heart so glad. A passion for Christ overwhelmed my soul. I loved Jesus-for he had made me whole. I've forgotten things that I once knew. Reading God's word- I no longer do. What has happened to me? I'm so ashamed! I'm an embarrassment to Jesus' holy name. So, dear Jesus, my knees I humbly bow. Please change my life... I need you now! By your word, transform me deep within. I confess to you my backsliding sin. I re-commit my life NOW-Yes I do! And by your love, I'm made BRAND NEW! By Jim Pemberton


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Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
 
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
 
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
 
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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Social conscious

Social conscious, the brain behind the hand,
it’s wooden spoon ready  to smack the non-conforming adult /s/,child/ren.
Driven by western views of political correctness,
it dictates how we should be and what we should become.

Weaving its web within the fabric of society,
legislative acts and the cynical ideals of who?
Always ready to shout out your wrong!!!, 
never commending those who are right.

Forced upon minorities in a stereotypical way
look these people need to be saved,
it’s one sided propaganda eagerly displays,
many shames of what were acceptable ways.

Power, control, suppression, aggression
this seems pretty prejudice to me,
why else would it segregate the people,
 instead of helping the people to be free.

Let’s disempower the people,
then they wonder why?
These people have no control!
I don’t know why they act surprised?

Social conscious dictates social change, 
social change denotes someone pays,
the ones who pay force change, 
so social conscious always wins at the end of the day.

There’s two sides to every coin,
but only one to social conscious,
who is the conscious behind social conscious?
think about that……..


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Busy Day

  The sun rise moves too fast
 
  To notice that at last it's set again
 
  Where was I all that time?
 
  Where were you?
 
  And when did the stars become so many, and so few?
 
  So many days, just slip away
 
  Unnoticed beneath the falling cell phone signals
 
  Honking horns
 
  Microwaves
 
  And the latest celebrity gossip craze
 
  And then a new day announces
 
  No more, no more
 
  Time slows under its' gaze
 
  And silences the cell phones
 
  The horns, microwaves and morons
 
  Under this eye I barely breathe
 
  So far has this night been
 
  That I barely recognize its' face
 
  When so many days sped by before
 
  Poof and gone without a trace


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Does Anyone Pray Anymore

Does Anyone Pray Anymore??? Many times I wonder if anyone cares… When it comes to the matter of prayer. As we daily face an evil and wicked tide. It seems like many people “run and hide.” A “moment of silence,” is “today’s theme.” But, does this silence really mean anything? When it comes to prayer… Are many ashamed? To bow their head and call on God’s name? More and more this is, what I’m seeing. Blessings from God… Fewer are receiving! Talking with God… You needn’t be afraid! There’s been a lot people who’ve prayed! During these uncertain time we all face. We need to seek God’s love, mercy and grace! Having time with God, is a good place to start. Simply tell him… Whatever’s on your heart! Praying to God will bless you! In all you endeavor! God is the same God… Today and forever! His faithfulness and love, will never disappoint you! Won’t you allow him to wrap his arms around you? By Jim Pemberton


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Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


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Untitled #237 / Or

Or is he heartless?


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My Traveled Approach

I trek the corridor of an easy path
Not because I am lazy or leery.
Just because I want no lingering wrath,
I searched for meaning of life’s query.

Death has its end or a new beginning.
Life has so much joy for you to give.
Each New Year is another inning.
To be played with the spirit to live.

We spend so much time wondering.
What will be received at our end?
That time we end up blundering.
That so much more we could send.

I have settled that what I have learned.
Will be carried onward in some way,
Probably better than what I have yearned.
That each life of past, will continue an array.

I cannot with any doubt, feel there is a beyond.
The road less traveled is not easy or hard you see.
Just spreads out in different lanes that correspond.
To everyone’s path they must follow or foresee.

These trials I have passed on my thoroughfare.
My faults, tribulations, delights, my own making,
My spirit and soul has always been duly aware.
I regret much, but resist spending my end quaking.

Each sin that has passed through me I put to rest.
I struggle not to repeat any again, to my best.
I still ponder much and still continue my quest.
Though I shall not let my living be suppressed.


written for
Sponsor Catie Lindsey 
Contest Name The Road Less Traveled 


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Untitled #304 / Juvenile Court

I was the only one to attend
the poetry write-in downtown at
Juvenile Court, though I thought I saw
the outlines of a couple dozen young souls,
already forgotten, bored as me
but blind as bats.


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Untitled #261 / Human nature

Human nature, human nature
why must
human nature
be
so


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Which direction in life Are You Oriented to

…

Quite often, there’s a lot of speculation…
Regarding a person’s “orientation.”

As each day goes by… It appears to me.
Many are confused as to what they want to be.

Which direction one goes…  Is “anybody’s guess…”
No wonder this world’s  an “upside-down” mess!

The Bible says; “straight is the way.”  
And “narrow is the gate.”
One needs to make up his mind. 
 Before it’s too late!

If one is confused.  Let me point
 into this direction.
It’s the word of God that gives
 much needed correction

A “spiritual orientation” is 
what needs to take place!
There’s a God who loves us!  
And offers his grace!

If one is still unhappy with the way
 they’re created…
We’re wonderfully designed by God! 
 This shouldn’t be debated!

Allow God’s word to orientate 
your life today!
And listen to what your creator 
really has to say!

Where there is emptiness…  God’s love does
 much more abound…
Allow the Holy Spirit to turn 
your life around!

Jesus alone can change your 
whole way of living!
His life for yours…  
Is what HE is giving!

By Jim Pemberton    03/01/11


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Untitled #323 / "Why did you stop shaving?", pt. II

“Why did you stop shaving, Jesse?”
It is my attempt to project a façade
of masculinity in the face of rejection
by the opposite sex


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Untitled #318 / The uniter

“I’m a uniter,
not a divider”
Hah! He unites Americans
in their contempt of him!


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Resting place of Mary Jane

Mary Jane was barely sixteen
When they locked her away
For talking very strangely
They readily declared that
she had lost her mind
This so called safe keeping place
Turned into her secret grave
Ninety seven years ago
This sad tale played out
Yet this sixteen year old child
still sadly roams in this place
This dark dreaded asylum
still hears her wailing voice
In the silence of the night
You might still catch her sight
Moving from room to room
Lost in an asylum of
Quantum and space


 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


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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 | I do not know? | |

First Love

When i first saw her time froze
I tried talking to her with my eyes closed
My voice stumbled out of my lips
My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips
I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery
So I ran away and let it be a mystery.


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I've Heard Of A lot Of People

I’ve Heard Of A lot Of People…

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above.
I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too…
Would one of these people be someone like YOU?

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve made it known.
They are making plans to soon
 be in their heavenly home!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who are joyful.  You can tell!
They’re in love with Jesus.  And are doing quite well!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve 
made a wise choice!
They read the word of God and seek their savior’s voice!

I know of a lot of people who have 
made a firm decision…
They’ve given to God their hearts 
and undivided attention!

I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way.
Until they met the master…  Who changed their life one day!

I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together…
When the Lord comes back soon and 
takes them with him forever!

I know of a lot of people and I hope you’re one of them…
Who have accepted Christ.  
And are now born again!

I know there’s lot of angels in heaven 
waiting for you and me!
Won’t you join with these people to spend your eternity???

By Jim Pemberton     05/17/12


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BEFORE IT RAINS

Taking hope out of a gloomy day
is like living without a hopeful heart;
and waiting for miracles without praying
is bringing on a specter of infidelity,
which disrupts my daily living...
making me ponder faith with distrust!

Before it rains, I hope for a rainbow at five...
believing that it will there for me to admire,
not merely imagining, but envisioning its beauty;
what is hidden from the eyes shouldn't be a mystery,
and this Humankind has created myths and legends
for the ones lacking the sixth sense!

Embarking on that journey of incognito,
solely relying on this overburdensome ego,
causes me to experience inquietude
in a most unfovarable latitude;
and freedom is confined in short miles,
when my ship comes to an halt for guidance!

Before it rains, I'll see myself securing the anchor,
and step on the pier of the safest harbor...
waving at the fading rainbow over the refulgent horizon;
taking pride and remembering the grueling fright
of a captain who never displayed a doubt...
even when the storm dashed the agitated ocean!


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


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Someday

“Someday”
Why is “someday” such a sad word?
When one like “never” is so much worse?
Why....why “someday”?

“Someday!”
Why is “someday” such a sad, sad word?
Perhaps the saddest one I’ve ever heard...
Why “someday”?

Everybody
has somebody
Except me, it seems
but that's not why I want to leave

So out of it
feel “out of it”
Never was in
can't find the way 

"Life’s one big bluff
Keep a straight face
Don’t let ‘em see your cards."

Yeah, life’s one big God-forsaken bluff
and I’m about to jump off

Someday, I thought you’d find me
Someday, I thought you’d love me
But someday ....
...someday......
someday NEVER CAME

“Someday,” they say, “You’ll find somebody.”
“Someday, you will be happy.”
“Someday, life will mean something.”
But someday I'll be SICK of waiting

Someday, you’ll see why it can’t be
Someday we’ll ALL be sorry
One day
sweet day
I’ll find my way 
out of this body.

http://vimeo.com/26557410


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MEN

         WHY?

    I don't know.

    Never mind!

      Forget it.

      I give up!

     Gotta go.


© March, 1995    Gail Wood


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Whatever You Wish For Or Would Like To Be


Whatever you wish for, or would like to be…
There’s a God in heaven,
 who loves you and me!

Whatever you desire or would like to obtain!
You can find all that you need!
 In Jesus’ name!

Whatever you may desire to seek “fulfillment.”
Only Christ’ love, can bring 
total enrichment!

Whatever you may hear on the morning news.
With God in control…  
You’ll never lose!

Whatever you’re facing, and trials ahead…
Jesus can sustain you! 
With his daily bread!

Whatever choices you make… 
Please keep this in mind…
Why not give your life to God?.  
While you have the time?

Whatever tomorrow may hold.  
Nobody knows!
But God does! And he has it under control!

Whatever dreams you have… 
And ambitions within…
God wants to give you his best! 
 Why not come to him???

By Jim Pemberton


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Untitled #297 / Ron Paul and the DOE

“By the way, Ron Paul wants
to eliminate the Department of Energy”
“Ah! with that one statement
he has won my vote!”
…
…
…
 “I see… he wants to eliminate
every other cabinet-level department, as well”
“YOU MUST THROW OUT THE BATHWATER
WITH THE EVIL DEMON-CHILD!”


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


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Untitled #338 / Who can hear America singing?

Who can hear America singing?
Good for him!
Some only hear silence,
followed by the echoes of futile screams


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NOTHING Yes I Said Nothing Can Separate Us From God's Love


Though in this world, we so often trod…
NOTHING can separate us 
from the love of God!

Neither tribulation, 
distress or persecution…
Nor the government or it’s institutions.

Neither nakedness, peril
 or even the sword...
 God’s love is a treasure that can’t be stored!

As it is written; “We are like sheep
 led to the slaughter…”
But God loves every son and daughter.

In everything, we’re more than conquerors
 through Christ who loves us…
His death on the cross means
 that he wants us!

Neither death, the angels or
 the principalities to be…
Things present or to come…
Can separate HIS love for me!

Nor height, depth or any kind of creature…
Can separate us from God’s love…  
This is his feature!

His love is clearly evident 
and reigns supreme.
Over all of the earth and every human being!

Why not accept his love… 
That is inseparable?
By accepting HIS salvation.  
He’s made this possible!

Now is the day of salvation. 
 His gift is for us to receive.
All you have to do is reach out to him… 
And simply believe!

By Jim Pemberton  
06/02/10    
Read Romans 8:35-39






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CLEAR LAKE, DON'T LET THE WIND ERASE MY IMAGE

How joyous is to see
the reflection of oneself
in calm waters that slowly flow,
but like anything that was and will be
must be swallowed by death;
and unpleasant as it is, every living soul will know sorrow!


Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image...
it must survive until this body dies in silent whisper,
to allow no person loved or unloved grieve in fear...
as this spirit flees to the highest sky, it is purified by the strongest sage!
And shouldn't my departure be glorious? It ought to be announced by conscience,
by that merit which many deserve when there shouldn't be silence!  


How powerful is to understand
a mystery that the mighty ones have defiled
with modified words to make followers tremble,
and fill their minds with untruths until they are tried
and found guilty of conspiracy even with a clean hand...
will they face the fury of the Creator for the unrest in His temple? 


Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image,
to trouble the delightful moments of this perfect noon...
when the quite sparrows pity me more than themselves losing all courage;
and do I console them by singing like a loud croon?
Tomorrow perched on the lowest maple tree, they'll remember their friend...
someone who was too afraid of seeing his image being stolen by the unkind wind!


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Untitled #309 / Jenny

“Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don’t change your number”
867-5


Details | I do not know? | |

The 3 sided woman

A woman with a vision is hard to deceive.
A woman with a goal is hard to distract.
A woman with a dream is hard to please.


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Untitled #31 / Stop staring

Stop staring! Holocaust survivors!
Oprah! Ann & Nancy Wilson!
Mother! Brother! Father! Friends!
Can’t you see I’m no longer a man?


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The Bible Or the Consitution

The Constitution Or The Bible?

From our news, courts and government institutions,
We often hear about the U.S.. Constitution.

As many cry what is and isn’t “constitutional;.”
It’s a wonder how this country is till functional!

\As courts seek to remove the Bible and it’s commandments.
They look to the constitution for some kind of “enlightenment.”

The freedom of religion, which the early fathers taught.
Is now “freedom from religion” is what’s in many thoughts.

It’s almost like the courts “wave the magic wand.”
And then tell us the difference between “right and wrong.”

Many Godly principles have often been disregarded.
 God’s word in many homes, has often been discarded.

Without God in many lives. This has left an empty void.
As perversions of his word 
are taught and “enjoyed.”

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
It’s only God and his word that gives true liberty!

We’re quickly becoming a nation of bondage and sin.
As so many struggle with afflictions within!

We all need to let God’s word daily renew our mind!
Even though we’re busy…  We need to take the time!

God was here before the constitution was written!
It’s time to come to him!  Will our country listen???

Because of Jesus… There is no “man and God separation!”
The truth of his word is what’s needed in our nation!

By Jim Pemberton


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Lord I'm So Depressed Can YOU Help Me



Lord, Help My Depression...

My mind seems to be going
 "in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
 through a depression.

The people I once loved...
 I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."

My life seems to be 
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.  
Nobody around.

Will you... God... listen 
to my call?
And accept me... 
Faults and all?

I know that you're listening
 to my desparate plea.
To love someone 
as lowly as me.

Thank you Lord for 
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy... 
 Is where I belong!

By Jim Pemberton


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Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
 
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
 
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
 
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
 
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
 
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
 
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
 
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
 
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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The sculptors pen

The sculptor’s pen writes my pain
Etched words flow in my veins
I writhe inside- distorted  
I am controlled 
Not by what I want
But by a vision 
Perceived
Inside
The 
Sculptors
Mind
Upon the 
Floor
discarded
Scattered
Askew
His
Ideas
Control
What
I do
 
 ©? Brenda V Northeast   13th January 2012


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New Relationship

I already don't like you
even as I cling to your warmth
and allow you to caress me tenderly.

Moaning, any lustful union
is a sort of death - 
No life will come of death
No future will be found in death

We were finished before we met
Concluded before we began
Cursed before we could be blessed
Dead before love could be created.

I feel peaceful and warm,
ensconced in your gentle demeanor,
you who are so willing and eager 
to love and be loved.

I am an artist
and an actor
and a fake
and a cheat.

Alone in my tyranny
Separated by my black heart
Unable to give you what you want
I extend and kiss you and sigh.


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God Said I AM


God said;  My provision for you
 is more than enough.
I'll see you through when the going gets rough.

I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told.
I am Jehovah...your provider... 
more precious than gold.

I am the sufficient one who's able
 to meet your need.
Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed.

Eat of the Bread of Life that
only I can give!
Allow it to enrich your soul
each day you live. 

Come and drink of my water which
 never shall run dry.
I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai!

I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land.
I am here for you!  Give me your trust and your hand.

Let me do what no other power or God can do.
I am that I am!   I am God!   And I'm here for you!

By Jim Pemberton 


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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 | I do not know? | |

the dark gift

come now, drink the blood of the wilder-beast, 
join us on this midnight feast, you are now and forever
 a child of the darkness, drink of the beast, 
cure the need, feed, sacred tombs, and anicent wounds, 
journey through the souless abyss, immortality,
 the dark girt.


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jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet


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Thanksgiving through...

A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us 
Halloween ghouls to the door

The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows, 
winds blow cold with a roar

and puddles they widen 
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go 
for the leaves we must rake

So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves

For Christmas  approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst

Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring

Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.


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Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


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Wait A Minute

Pause a moment for Jesus
Asked not why
Solance is golden
Solidarity is the key 
Obscurity becomes nil
Victory shall be ours
Eternal flame flickers
Relic in thy body of Christ our Lord




{Amen}


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

www.poetrypoem.com/shadowfiend

years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin

learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game 
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose

lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and 
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one

and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one 
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for

fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect 
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go

a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke 
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples 
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up 
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
 just go surf and see the game 
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Untitled #302 / Evil monsters

“You guys are slowly morphing into
the same person!”
“C’mon! You heard Hannah! Let’s march together, Jessica!”
Well, gee, they look awkward now
perhaps my greatest fear remains unfulfilled.
…
…
…
“Well, Hannah, I would give you a hug,
but you look so depressed right now,
which I suppose is an even better reason to give you a hug,
but I don’t want it to be so dull”
Ah! Hannah, can’t you see?
TWO EVIL MONSTERS
CLAWING AT OUR HEARTS


Details | Rhyme | |

When I Needed Someone You Weren't There

When I Needed Someone… You Weren’t There! When I needed someone the most. You wouldn’t listen. You said; “There’s too many things in life I don’t want to be missin.’” When I knocked on your door. And asked you to pray… You said; “don’t bother me!” “Just go away!” When I was going through a hard time. I called your home. You really got upset. And hung up the phone! When I was at a very low point of much discouragement. Not once… Did you offer any kind of encouragement! I’ve thought about everything that has been said. At times, I wonder if I “was better off dead.” It’s almost like you wish “I wasn’t there at all.” You never talk to me. Or give a call. Should I attempt to call on the same Jesus, you claim to know? Would he listen to me… Or simply tell me to GO??? If I make an attempt to call on his name… Would he get upset like you? And complain? What do you suggest that I do? Especially that I don’t really have anyone else to turn to… Will Jesus turn his back on me… The way you did? Without any hope or meaning… I have no reason to live. I think I’m going to take the time, and ask Jesus to come in… Perhaps this is the way that I can really find a FRIEND! By Jim Pemberton 11/03/11


Details | Haiku | |

The Snare~

Roma  lassies dance
charming the robust to feast~
pickpockets count gold
 


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Untitled #85 / "The revolution won't be televised"

“The revolution won’t be televised”
No, it really wasn’t.
Does it still occur?


Details | Ballade | |

Hidden Knives

You look, but do not see.  In your desire,
   You miss the depth of distance in my face.
My form you unabashedly admire --
   Black leather fitted tightly, free of lace.
You follow close behind me, keeping pace,
   Not knowing that your sentiments I lack --
Not knowing I would place you on the rack,
   And bring to light your silent, inner drives.
The darkness deepens; you should hurry back --
   For in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Weird whispers in an alleyway inspire.
   You reach with hypothetical embrace,
A madman's shadow, seeking to acquire;
   But in my hand I hold a can of mace --
For pretty words are fair and fit to chase,
   Yet words alone are empty, cold, and slack --
And so I tense, and wait for the attack.
   Through watchful solitude each soul survives,
But in my mental armor is a crack;
   So in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Perhaps you deal in danger -- death for hire --
   To see my spirit gone without a trace;
Or do you sense the hidden gypsy-fire
   That makes my heartbeat pulse and pound and race?
Perhaps your soul is full of peace and grace,
   An angel off the pure and beaten track.
Perhaps I am your prey -- a luscious snack --
   The hunted meat defeated, though it strives,
That you would carve to pieces for your sack --
   Perhaps you also carry hidden knives.

So close -- I hear a train's resounding clack,
   And see thick darkness looming from its stack
Like smoky words that hint at secret lives,
   And speak of something just beyond the black --
Would we be safe without these hidden knives?


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Mayan Calendar

That calendar – Mayan
Is scary, no liein’
Let’s look at the details a spell
There’s a gator that smilin’
And a dog that’s just stylin’
And a lot of cool pictures as well

When really seen within the light
All the heads are turning right
Except for that cool stylin’ dog
There are circles and spheres
That must represent years
But their meaning’s no clearer than fog

Who really can say
What’s a year – what’s a day
That culture’s been dead for so long
This just might be – good Lord
Their monopoly board
And we modern folks got it all wrong

Well I’m not going to worry
The meaning’s too blurry
I’d take it with a grain of salt
If the world should end
When the Mayan’s say, friend
Then this calendar must be gestalt

Mdailey	1/6/12


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God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay

God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay… God brought me out of the miry clay… He set my feet on a solid rock to stay! God brought me out of the deep pit I was in… He gave to me a peace and a joy within! God brought me out of hopelessness and despair… And took me into his mercy and care! God brought me out of a desperate situation… And extended to me his gift of salvation! God brought me out… When everything seemed lost! And helps me to focus on Christ’ victory at the cross! God brought me out… When no one else “gave me the time.” He restored my life and gave me peace of mind! God can do the same for you… As he did for me! He desires to be with you for eternity! God can bring you out of whatever trials you may face. He’ll bring joy to your heart… And provide a “resting place.” God can do for you what no other power can do! He is still the same God. And will forever LOVE YOU! By Jim Pemberton 12/22/11


Details | Rhyme | |

Entrancement

 Let me lead you in a dance,
Around the fire, in a trance,
I'll take you to another land,
Where you will learn, and understand,
What it is we're here for,
And glimpse those who came before,
Your ancestors who roamed this place,
Forefathers of our human race,
Would dance around a fire, just so,
Shadows and substance in the glow,
Generations joining in such a dance,
Not all of them were in a trance,
But those who were, said they could see,
The ancestral spirits wandering free,
So come on people move those feet,
Build up the rhythm and the beat,
All together in our rhythmic dance,
As we work ourselves into a trance,
So we all can once more see,
Those we loved, who used to be!


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Monticello

Hearken back unto a time
when the willow weeps o’er the riverside
where radishes and cabbage grow in a line
nearby rabbits hop away and hide

The women whisper amongst themselves
and bid you call upon the master
over the hill upon which sits a well
you will hear a chorus of sweet laughter

The mountain you sit upon is your castle
and from it sprang the seeds of a new nation.
the wind brushes you against a thistle
what do you feel stirring inside? It is creation.


Details | Rhyme | |

When A Simple God Bless You Isn't Enough



When A Simple “God Bless You,” Isn’t Enough… I’m here to tell you that when “the going gets rough.” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s not a friend anywhere to be found… Perhaps you find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control, things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean. And will give to you, his 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you! You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear. His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken. As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken! He’ll do for you what no power or god can do! He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

I swear it..

He never knew a thing about it
besides the shoe pack.
In that Box!?!?
Faculty,
Cutlery pom pom in a green.
Open can of tomatoes.
Not THE can.
*Lick*
Mmm. Blueberry vacuum cleaner.
Feather! Feather could be a salute.
Like to a tyrant?
Yeah, like Hitler
Hush, Hush, don't say that.

I wouldn't, could you?
I couldn't, but would.


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At Waking

Just a glimpse into this place
One frame of a complex gallery
More than words can say
Nor music can capture effectively
Painters plod on just to fail
Sculptures hands form what will crack
Writers scratch over the tale
Poets lament what may lack
No linguist may decipher these runes
Science finds no road to ground
Explorers fast find they’re marooned
In a place no one quite ever found
Musicians find notes can’t be played
Dancers still as the stone
The rich find no price to be paid
The famous find they’re alone
No medium can describe this land
Detailed in layers too fine
One look impossible to understand
One glimpse is to know for all time


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Moon Effects

Before thru after
Deaths by three always follow
Crazy antics from the sick
These terribly true
Proven by natural ways
One act of full moons displays.


Full moons way depletes.
Taking human energy,
Whacking hormonal balance,
Both female and male,
Both differently but same
Each one resides in the game.


Full moon affects plants.
Without it, would not have chance.
To sprout, live another day,
Mother Nature’s plan,
Gods full natural design.
Beautiful cycles complete.

Date Written
10-13-2011

written for
Sponsor Russell Sivey 
Contest Name What Happens During A Full Moon? 

written by
Cecil Hickman


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Beyond Belief- Your Tax Dollars At Work

This is too bizarre to make up, and can only be in the USA;

Social Services sent me a letter
They would stop my services unless
I sent them a copy of
the letter they sent me

Bizarre?  It gets weirder.
Henceforth, my case manager
requested from them,
A copy of said letter,
So she can send it back to them

No wonder I'm crazy.

In the meantime, all service halted,
all prescriptions unfilled,
And all logic out the window.

Only in America!


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Members of this group...

The members of this group....
All know the rules...but fail...
Members before have done the same...
This membership...is old...
So why do they lay claim...
They have forgotten their own rules...
In this game...Or have they just made...
Up a list so others who don't know...
As the membership grows...
And as the years past...
Others have moved on...
This information on the rules...
Has been found...what does the old member say...
To the new ones around...
We all know the rules...but have failed...
As have others before...


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Boldness

 
Brazen hussy
Openly sinful
Living free
Drama queen
Needing nothing
Everyone knows
She's strong
Secretly.... shy
 


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Talking Eyes

If I told you that her eyes said it all,
what do you suppose her eyes really said?
Do you assume her eyes spoke to me of love,
or do you think they wished that I were dead?

Are you a romantic deep at heart
who assumes a flirtatious point of view;
or are you a true fatalist
who has given the evil eye yourself a time or two?

Did you immediately think it was a look of love
beckoning to her bed;
or was your thought it must be full of hate
from a spurned eye looking at me instead? 

Well, since the look from those eyes
was intended directly for me,
I’ll keep the meaning behind the look
my own little mystery. 


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Date Night

Long lean limber. sultry, slender,
Pretty pout, neat nails, great grin.
Fatal flaw?
Incredibly clumsy, elbow bumpy,
Tripped twice, shiner. Shucks, chagrin.


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Do YOU Have A Phobia Of God

I’ve heard of phobias of different kinds. I’m sure there’s many people with “confused” minds. But there’s one “phobia” that concerns me the most. It’s a “God phobia” that’s drawing so close. It’s like people have a phobia of “In God we trust.” While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever “pleases for the moment.” Many are looking for various kinds of “fulfillment.” But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be “a thing of the past.” How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we’ll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton 09/26/11


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Will You Accept Me Just AS I Am

Will you accept me? Just as I am?
I have a lot of problems
you may not understand.
I’m not perfect... I have a long way to go.
I sin sometimes...and does it show!

I’m probably not what you’d
expect a Christian to be.
Will you still love and accept someone like me?
I need someone to show me Christ’
love in a gentle way,
Not just in Church on Sunday—but every day.

I want to be more like Jesus...
believe me I do.
Will you show me how—
and not just sit in a pew?
I’m carrying a lot of problems,
beneath a heavy load.
I feel like the man who was beaten
on the Jericho road.

The priest... Levite... good Samaritan...
which one will you be?
To stop and care for someone such as me.
People like me surround you every day,
Please don’t just think of yourself
in a selfish way.
Allow Christ's love to break your heart so tenderly,
So you’ll begin to love people as lonely as me!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


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the theatre

what he does not know 
is that she sighs 
for me to hear 
what his hands are doing to her 

in the dark 
two chairs away 

what she does not know 
is that if she were with me 
her desire would rattle the projector 
without my hands having left the popcorn bag


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Is Jesus Christ more than one person and what do we mean by that

Jesus Christ is one in 3 Divine Persons
God the Father
God the Son and
God the Holy Spirit (Ghost)

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What does the name Christ signifies

The name Christ signifies Messias
The Great Prophet
High Priest and
King of the New Law anointed as a man with the fullness of divine power


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Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels


Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…

On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;

“Father forgive them.” 
 “They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Mirror Of Life

The Mirror Of Life… The "mirror of life" was placed before my mind... There were many things I was to find. As I looked into the mirror....… There was “confusion?” A “wandering mind” filled with “pollution” I thought about what enters in? As the battle for my mind, daily begins. God’s given me a clear path. A NEW direction! It began with Christ and his resurrection! I can have my mind renewed by God’s word... HIS purity in my thoughts… Needs to be “stirred!” It’s the Godly way of thinking that’s the best choice. He speaks hope to me… In a “still small voice.” I've allowed him to place a new "mirror" to look at... He’s here to help me right "where I'm at. " I want to experience all he has to give and so much more! He’s willing to help me… What am I waiting for? He can give me TRUE LOVE and a “cleansing” throughout. This is my God. And what he’s all about! He’s a God of restoration and a hope divine… Now’s the opportunity! Now is THE TIME! By Jim Pemberton


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The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


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The Angle And The Inside Fix

The Angle And The Inside Fix 
The angle and the inside fix 
Every smoothie knoes how to get his tricks and betterments 
The world is full of jokers and tricksters and criminals 
By scores the junkies and the thiefs and the strong arms 
Further gain is justified by the furthering aim of education 
Anything to get ahead they tell the judge eye had to do it eye had to do it it was not 
even justified the murder and the mayhem and the pickpocket on the bus and the 
stealings never hidden by the drunkedness the lust just comes unhinged and 
the stuff is always taken by the arm of every thief and justification of the murder 
and  the mayhem and the gang and terrorist is sometimes people that we 
trusted. Its just the angle and the inside fix. 


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God Reached Down And Touched Me

God Reached Down And Touched Me… God wanted to show how much he loves me. He reached down from heaven and touched me! He wanted to express love in his words spoken. I realized that my life is more than a “token…” He spoke to me of how precious and valuable I am. He was there for me with an outstretched hand! For all of the times… I’ve felt tired and “defeated…” With his love in my life, I am now “completed!” God came down to where I am today... Through his son Jesus… He has made a way! A brand new way of living and joy divine… He’s brought to me healing and a peace of mind! This same God speaks these words to YOU! Whatever you’re facing... He will see you through! He wants you to know… He will always be your friend! He brings peace and true fulfillment within! He is God! He is powerful and his majesty reigns! Won’t you take some time… And call on his name? By Jim Pemberton 12/19/11


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Here's The Answer To A Hopeless Situation

Jesus Is the Answer

Jesus is the answer to a hopeless situation 
He' brings peace and 
the gift of salvation

Jesus is the answer when all seems lost
He purchased your life with
 his death on the cross

Jesus is the answer to "a world gone mad."
He'll give you joy and 
a reason to be glad!

Jesus is the answer to a family torn apart.
His love will be the glue 
to "fix" a broken heart.

Jesus is the answer when all seems to go wrong.
In his arms of mercy & safety 
is where you belong.

Jesus is the answer when there's no one to turn to.
He's here right now... 
 patiently waiting for you!

Jesus is the answer and waits at your heart's door.
He'll bring the satisfaction 
you've been looking for!

Jesus has the answers in his word... so pure!
The words he speaks 
are true and secure!

Why not come to "the answer?"...  For all your prayers?
He is someone who loves you 
and really cares!

"The answer" to everything is what he brings!
He's the alpha and the omega...
our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton
02/07/09 





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The Advent of Man

Creating something
Out of nothing
Only for it to eventually
Disappear

Living in the now
Relishing what we have
Or not noticing at
All

Days go by
And we know our time is
Short

But the mark has been made
And there is progress to achieve
The advent of man and our purpose
Is still a mystery to me


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The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show



Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 
  










Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest


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Untitled #33 / Dark hard dark rubber shoe soles

Dark hard dark rubber shoe soles
jiggle up and down in boredom
classy, they’re the same he’ll wear
ten years from now, graduated,
at the office, still bored, wondering
where his youth went.


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The Story of Job From the Bible

The Story of Job I'm sure you remember the story of Job. God's blessings in his life were greatly bestowed. The Devil came to speak to God one day. "I'm sure Job will curse you if I take everything away." Everything in Job's life seemed to be getting worse. Through all of this, to God, he never cursed. All that he had-was soon to ge gone. His "friends" told him it "was his fault-he was wrong." He blessed God in spit of all they had said. He would praise God until the day he was dead. In all the loss and the turmoils. His body would soon be covered with boils. He loved God even though he lost his possessions. Spending eternity in heaven was his obsession. If everything in your lie was taken from you. Would you bless or curse God -what would you do? Is he more important than your house or s.u.v.? Would you give him up for a "big screen t.v.?" Is he your prized possession whom you love so much? Or are you using Christianity as simply a crutch? For one day soon-all you have will certainly perish. Is it God--or this world-- whom you love and cherish? By Jim Pemberton


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Are You Living A LIfe Of Suspicion



Has your way of living been "unbecoming of a Christian?" Are you hanging on to things that could create a suspicion? Are there chains that are still holding you down? The victory you seek. you still haven't found. Is there a habit that you just can't seem to break. You seek godliness... But suffer another heartache. No matter how many good sermons you hear preached. Victory over sin seems to be "out of reach." Run and flee from every temptation that's holding you down. Where there's sin. God's grace does much more abound. God says: "Draw near to me and I'll draw near unto you." Allow his word to teach how you live and the things you do. Hunger for HIS righteousness. Then victory can be fulfilled. Jesus will calm your storms and say "peace be still." He alone can bring the victory you desparetly seek. And will give you power in your life each day of the week. He resists the proud. But gives grace to the humble. And is there to pick you up each time you stumble. By Jim Pemberton


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Do YOu Feel Like You're Against A Wall No Where To Turn


Do You Feel LIke... You're "Against The Wall?"

Do you feel like "you'e 
life's under a curse?"
That things in life "just couldn't 
get any worse..."

Do you feel like "everything's been taken?"
You're all alone... And have
 been forsaken...

Do you feel like God has 
"turned his back on you?"
You don't know what "in the world 
you're going to do..."

Do you feel like no one's
 listening to what you say?
You don't feel like you can make 
it through another day.

If you feel this way...  I've good news to bring!
Jesus is here now!  Waiting to fix everything!

Perhaps you feel like you've
 hit a "dead end."
There is one who is waiting to be your friend.

Do you feel there's no 
real hope or a chance?
Jesus can change 
your circumstance!

He feels all of your troubles, trials and pain.
And is here now...  Why not call on his name?

Feel his goodness and let 
him restore our soul.
He'll bring peace to your life 
and make you whole!

Feed on his word... And let his spirit in.
He'll meet all of your needs again and again!

In God's direction is where your 
life needs to be leaning...
For only he can bring true 
hope & meaning! 

By Jim Pemberton







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The "Joy" of Fire and Brimstone

Satan brings you "joy"
Until you die in his arms
Of fire and brimstone


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New Testament


The second part of the complete bible
It contains the specifically Christian Texts
Namely the Gospels, the Acts of the apostles
Fourteen letter written by Paul, Seven Catholic letters and Revelation

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Do You Feel Like You've Been Defeated


Do you feel like you’re “worn out” and defeated?
Like nothing in your life has really been completed?

Do you feel like your life is going “downhill” fast?
And wonder how much longer you’re “going to last?”

Do you feel like you’ve hit too
 many “bumps in the road?”
The weight upon your shoulders feels like a “heavy load?”

Do you feel like you just can’t take it anymore?
You may wonder if anything in
 life is worth living for...

Do you want to hear some good news I have to bring?
I can tell you of someone who can 
take care of everything!

Do you want to know of someone 
who can change your life today?
His name is Jesus, and he can take
 all of your problems away!

Do you want to allow him to change
 your life throughout?
This is what HIS love is really all about!

Do you want to experience the power of God within?
Knowing what it means to be forgiven and born again…

If this is what you want and what
 your heart wants to gain.
Simply reach out to Jesus and call 
on his name…

He wants you to know and to completely understand.
He’s here right now and waits 
with an outstretched hand…

He wants you to know…  He really does love YOU.
Why not start today?  And be made BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/11


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Elephant Grave Yard(OLd Eagle Feather)

Elephant Grave Yard(OLd Eagle Feather) 
Elephants do it or it seems they used two. 
Made a place to leave they bones and went two there place 
in great droves or herds i think they are called. 
Old Eagle Feather was watching the women by the fire one day. 
They were chewing jerky to make it soft for meat to eat. 
Softening the jerky for little mouths to chew. 
Old Feather he is now been called got up and off he goes. 
Took up two stones of suprising weight, 
and carried them toward the elephant grave yard. 
I am going to my fate.He never shed a tear. 
I have done it all my time is gone.Let me make no haste. 
NO more wasted time in stories bye the fire. 
I am just in time. 
I see the elephants again, 
they are all in line waiting to get in. 
To my heaven. 


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God Took Away My Yesterdays

God Took Away My Yesterdays…

God took away my yesterdays, and gave a peace within.
He washed me clean and took away my sin!

God took away the sorrow I had 
and brought joy instead.
He gave to me words of life and his daily bread!

God took away the pain I had. 
 I no longer have to bear!
He spoke words of comfort to me 
and told me that he cares!

God took away the many uncertainties
 that laid before me…
He brought his love to my heart, 
and now is always with me!

God took away the “weights of life” 
that would “pull me down.”
Each day that I’m with him. 
 His grace is all around!

God took all doubts I had and brought
a healing to my mind!
He’s been good to me!  
 Always loving and kind!

God can take away your yesterdays! 
 Why not give him a chance?
He can change your life today! 
 No matter the circumstance!

God will always be there for you…  
Waiting for your call!
Living for him and trusting him 
will always be worth it all!

By Jim Pemberton


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What Do We Fill Our Minds With

What Do We Fill Our Minds With???

We live with temptations and entertainment of all kinds.
It’s amazing what we allow to enter our minds!

It’s no wonder why many seem to be “out of touch.”
Many live very busy lives “way too much!”

Taking time to pray and read the Bible seems to disappear.
Until the moment problems and tragedy appear.

It’s so easy it is to forget about the spiritual things.
We live for today.  And don’t know
what tomorrow brings.

There is a God!  No matter what others may tell you!
He loves you so much!  Don’t let others “fool you!”

He’s taken the time to give you his very best!
He gives joy unspeakable!  And that’s not the rest!

He’s never forgotten about you!  He never will!
Every promise he’s made to you!  He shall fulfill!

No matter how busy you get, or where you are.
You’ll find God is here!  He’s never too far!

Nothing can ever compare to his beauty untold!
Not the finest diamond, or the purest gold!

He’s what you need!  No matter the situation!
Won’t you accept his love and wondrous salvation?

You won’t ever be disappointed that you did!
He will bless you abundantly in the life you live!

He will give your life true hope, purpose and meaning!
His gift of life...  You too can be receiving!

By Jim Pemberton


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Evolving

That Lil green monster thAt seeps in my skin 
Making me trip on whats to begin 
Thoughts race and create words I'd never speak 
A new vocabulary evolves from the simplest of minds 
It's only cuz I'm exploring cuz still we tend to speak lies 
 it's the Lil canon that explodes the truth 
Just look around cuz society is living proof
You need too look this way 
Talk that way, and make sure everyone is pleased... 
That green monster is the revolution of change rolled into an outfit of his own n reeks of creative uniqueness. 
This is a piece of your generation living in mine.... 
That little green monster for me is the key to open the other 90% of my mind... 
I am at a stand still looking, observing, and dividing the journeys into groups
The intellectuals, the artists, the explorers,the lost souls, the ill prepared...
 But It is an unknown definition which society branded illegal because the greatest moments came from the 
monster himself. 
Viva la revolution... Creativity can not be silenced it is lit and passed to all.. 
 


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The Reason I Am Here


I’m not here to represent a building or a denomination. I’m here to give the Lord my love and admiration. I’m not here to get “tied down with wordly things.” I’m here to represent Jesus! The King of Kings! I’m not here to be filled with gossip or slander. But to serve a God, who’s power is grander! I’m not here to live in worry and defeat… But to allow God to make my life complete! I’m not here to live with stress and tension. But to receive God’s peace and satisfaction. I’m not here to worry about what tomorrow may bring. But to serve a God… Who can do ANYTHING! I’m not here to live a life filled with sin… But to enjoy God’s love and peace within! I’m here for just a brief moment of time. I want to serve God with my body, soul and mind. The reason that I live and the reason I am here... Is to serve God with my heart, before my life "disappears." I’'ve thought it over... And have something to say… "I'm giving my life to Christ!" "I'll do it today!" By Jim Pemberton


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If There Was NO Christmas


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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Who is the Son of God?

Lord Jesus  
A Son of God,
I read it in the Bible.
Where also lord mentioned.
A false prophet will be born.
After this message,
Lord Muhammad was born,
And these teachings were never accepted 
Christians followed Lord Christ holy Bible,
That ‘d written by his followers,
Because he was unable to write.

If this is the truth,
Who was the father of God?
That was the father of Lord Christ?

If Mary was virgin,
And God took this responsibility,
That her child, 
Jesus is a Son of God,
Is it that means? 
God was a human.

I read also on many occasions, 
Devil also slept with many women,
But nobody claimed that,’ he was a son of devil.
As Dalits were accepted untouchables,
Over the centuries and Mahatma Gandhi,
Accepted Indians ‘A father of nation’,
Claimed that untouchables are ‘harizans’.
The Son of God.

In 2001, The World conference against Racism,
Taken place in Durban that I attend,
And protested that, ’Casteism is Racism’. 
The 7th Global form,’ reinventing Government’ in Vienna,
I attended where I heard,
UN failed to hear Dalit’s issue of Caste,
Because they admitted that, 
Gandhi was a great philosopher.
He will be awarded with noble prize.

I appreciated the world philosophers,
Who admit Gandhi’s Claim that 
250 million Dalit’s are not human,
They are the Son of God as Lord Jesus Christ
But was that reason, 
Not Christians, not Muslims, not Jews, not Buddhists,
Condemned UN role of discrimination against Dalits.
Is these religions accepted that,
Gandhi was a great philosopher,
250 million Dalits are the Son of God,  not human. 
If they accepted that Dalits are also human,
They must claim to UN,
How did they fail to address?
Dalit rights are also human rights.


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Untitled #162 / "It was 130"

“Dear God, Jesse
it was 130 yesterday!”
yes


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Untitled #165 / Africa

“Since when did Kulani
decide to sit by Cory?”
“Today”
“Hmm”
“You don’t always have to go to Africa,
Africa can come to you”
he was thinking the same thing


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NIGHT TERRORS

THE BOOGEYMAN WILL GET YOU-LOOK OUT!!
They have said that to me ever since I was a wee boy
Lurking under the sheets,in the closet,behind one's back
Especially at night when we are susceptible to  the vivid
imaginations of our peers' taunting ravings of Unmentionable
crawlers of the dark and fright
I would not sleep with the closet door half open to fill these
frightened pupils of what may hide behind
It would scare me out of my adolescent mind,to know that something
SINISTER would come from the shadows and SCARE me to death from behind
Every little boy or girl would be so sensitive to the Boogeymen stories that their 
elders or friends would tell them,how green and deathly evil their eyes can be 
when they look back at you.Is it purely imagination or something of a twisted and 
macabre sense of humor that our brothers and sisters would like to throw back 
at us..for kicks and thrills,Halloween night terrors of unimaginable thrills
When I was younger,the Man with a Forever Grin,would like to ridicule and 
terrorize me with his Devil-may-bite smile and assistant ghosties who would play 
along for the HELL of it.
I may be a grown man now,my friend,but whenever I pop a HALLOWEEN dvd in 
my player,the mind cannot help but recollect the pictures of Night Terrors that 
forever go bump in the night where I live..
I hope the same can be said of those same Vile screamers that terrorize us in 
the first place..give them a taste of their own WICKED medicine


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I Met Someone With Many Struggles


I Was Talking To Someone With Many Struggles,…

I was talking with someone with many struggles.
It seemed like everything he tried just meant “trouble.”

He was trying to pay the bills the best he could.
Why he had so much trouble….  Wasn’t understood?

He asked why God could allow him so many trials…
He had certainly traveled many journeys and miles!

He asked for prayer and I didn’t know what to say.
I knelt with him and bowed down to pray.

I remembered the journeys I had been through.
And at times I really didn’t know “what to do!”

I remembered when it seemed like 
the world was “crashing in.”
There was no one I could turn to...  Not even a friend!

I cried; “Lord, If I lose everything else but still have you…”
“Then I don’t care what happens or what others do!”

As I shared with him the struggles I’ve dealt with,,,
I shared with him God’s love that I’ve been blessed with!

As I shared with him I felt a “lifting” of his heavy burden.
His faith in Christ became all the more certain!

Jesus said; “in this word you shall have much tribulation.”
“I have overcome!” “Rejoice with jubilation!”

He is and will always be the answer
 to your every problem!
Won’t you invite him in and
 allow him to “solve them?”

His love is ever so patient, willing and kind…
And is here with you…  Every single time!

He is powerful!.  He’s the beginning and the end!
He’s all you ever need!  
Glory to God and AMEN!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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Our old world

…everybody who has rushed into Icon´s abyss
                                  ( will kiss and kiss again )
         and then meet at the corner of Hi and Bye

Masha ( you carry Spain within you ) and oh, how
         I wanted to put a tiny scar on your cheek
         by the way, do you still drink the same wine?
         To me you were the only star of Mrs Winnipeg
         ( they told me you were to be a heroine )
They all thought you were going to change the world
         and its politics
         ( how childish when I come to think about it )
Masha! You did not spin around my Ego-Cosmos
Sometimes I believe you were not even there!
         ( Ha, everything was EU that semester )
          where then are we now?

          enemies?
          some sort of aquintances?
          we would tell the same old stories,
          discussing old colonies ( oh, yeah! ),
          thinking we are so free and radical
Everything a kind of Middle-class world ( I sigh! )…..
          And all the rest will be referred to in accurate terms
          ( something forgotten, something lost )
          issues we say we understand

and Mrs Winnipeg, you will be for-ever there!
The one and only Aristocrat to me
          ( arguments so prepared )

Masha did not have to claim the world stem from our Civilisation
And somehow I look up at the old Icons on the wall


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Shh...

Secrets:
Slyly discrete;
Suspense no-one forgets;
Seriousness not without heat:
Repeat.


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The Mirror Of LIfe

The Mirror Of Life… If the mirror of life was reflecting my mind... What kinds of things would a person find? … Would there be much “confusion?” Would it be a “wandering mind” filled with “pollution?” Do you give much thought to what enters in? As the battle for the mind… Each day begins. God’s given us a clear path. A NEW direction! It began with Christ and his resurrection! YOU can have your mind renewed by God’s word. HIS purity in your thoughts… Need to be “stirred!” It’s the Godly way of thinking that’s the best choice. He speaks hope to all. In a “still small voice.” Won’t you allow him to put a "new mirror" back on? He’s here to help you in a “world gone wrong.” Experience all that he has to give and so much more! He’s willing to help… What are you waiting for? He can give TRUE LOVE and a “cleansing” throughout. This is our God. This is what he’s all about! He is a God of restoration and a hope divine… Now is the opportunity! Now is THE TIME! By Jim Pemberton


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Christ Death On The Cross

Christ’ Death On The Cross… Christ died for me… I didn’t deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been “amended I’m thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a difficult circumstance…” Jesus has given me hope... And a second chance! I’ll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You’ve done what you said… And so much more! You’re certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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Rhythms of the Night

 Rhythms of the Night
   
 
Seduced by the rhythms of the night
The English Air
The London Night
Sounds of People Laughing
People Singing
People Dancing
Entices me nearer to the source
The night streets covered in fog
I venture down the cobblestone streets
to find the source
The sounds of the street beat
that move my feet
The music eminates from a dark alley
through a side door.
The music Pumping...Thumping
set afire by the music 
The music and my soul become one
My feet dance aflutter 
Shutter I think to what the future holds
As you and I embrace into one body
Engulfed into One
Nothing around us matters
Just You and I
Peter B LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn  
 


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APOSTASY OF A PROPHET

This Casuistry is a paradox Fallacious feelings repress A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL An elaborate machination Formation of this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy Renegade inspiration A Live Grenade Revolution call. Societal crumblings A mind poisoned by barricades Limitations. Cures itself By questioning everything Invalidity, obscurity, corruption Topple under Plots of our Coterie Political pressure Militant insurgency Worship the gun Worship the steel Guerilla tactics Metro Urban Rurally Camouflaged pawns Stratagem Pieces on the board are people Playing for real. Didactic Leaders And Pedantic parents They’re history and experience In perspective reveals. Cycle of manipulative Elite, controlling The pariahs Starved in appeal.


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To walk out your door

It takes uncertainty, I know 
to walk out your door 
and walk through another that’s not yours 
Of course, there’s too a course 
that other, unfamiliar, shoes use 
There are signs and there are signs 
not always along the way 
There is opportunity 
there is stop’n wait’n see 
choices others can’t make 
You’ll find too, things that go wrong. . . far from the right 
Afternoon. . . turns to morning. . . skips to night 
There is certain to be a promise. . . a goal. . . a loss 
and love’s. . . not yet in the toss 
Advice listened, taken and given 
Too few things, too many things. . . you’ll come to know 
It takes certainty 
to walk out your door


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What You're Luck Runs Out You're At A Dead End Road

What if your "luck has all run out?"
"No one listens" no matter 
how loud you shout.

What if your life has come to
 "a dead end road."
You've lost everything... Even your
 car's been towed.

What if all you have
 "suddenly dissappeared."
Your circumstances can
 be decribed as "wierd."

What if you got on your 
knees in prayer.
Knowing there's a God
 who really does care.

What if you gave Jesus 
complete control.
Giving him your life, 
heart and eternal soul.

What if Jesus gently wiped 
away your tears.
And his peace calmed 
all anxieity and fears.

What if you realized at 
this moment in time.
Jesus is worth more than
 a large gold mine.

What if he restored that you've
 lost & all that's been tekan.
With him on board... You're never forsaken!

An abundant life is that he 
promised to give.
And he will enrich your life 
each day that you live!

By JIm Pemberton 
2006 


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We're Greatly Influenced By Society


We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton


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There Was A Time In America

There Was A Time In America… There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even In public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the Bible and do to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life. This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton 11/25/11


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Life Is Just TOO Short

Life Is Short.... Life is to short....it goes by too fast... what you do for Christ is a treasure that will last. I know we get busy with our house and nice cars... Food on the table, plenty of "cookies in the jars." We forget the time we spend with our family... Trying to live our lives pretending we're happy. We want to show off "our" possessions and charm, but are often walking in danger and harm. When our true love is not Jesus... but things... Our "wealth", our house, diamonds and rings. On the inside, we're empty, God's love we're without... We often forget what being a child of God is all about. Return to your first love—don’t hesitate... Do it now....the hour's growing late!!! By Jim Pemberton


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Mans Man

Man’s Man

WLM
Wildncrazy555
April 18, 2011
To the gay population in the world

He is quite a man
And he will make his stand
For he will always stay
In his mind his own way
To most in the world it is a sin
But to him it is his place to begin
He is not sappy
He is continually always happy
For the love he has to give
Makes his life so great to live
In life we always change things and arrange
To most in life they think we are strange
We will sit and feel the simple breeze
Knowing ??????’s heart is at ease
In this world we will not desist
For millions of others exist
We must always give them their own space
Since they will always win their race
And they exist in their own place
Which is full of God’s wonderful grace

Written for a friend of mine
Who will always be a friend
Regardless of his lifestyle
William Lewis Moore
Bill


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Untitled #65 / "You deserve a kiss"

“You deserve a kiss!”
she said to me, over
the intercom and Muzak
“So buy our product”
Ah! This consumer society
of which I am a part!


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This Thing Has A Hold Of Me I'm So Discouraged

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”
I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!
The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…
I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…
I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!
I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.
“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”


By Jim Pemberton  
 02/05/11


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With Apologies To Robert Frost

       BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
                  (with apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose woods these are, mox nix to me,
both dead and buried, she must be,
to bother me, not one more time,
but sleep forever; endlessly.

Though thought of still, as perfect crime,
(it made my life a downhill climb,)
tis none the less, I must admit,
the joy of me, all of the time.

And smile I must, with thought of it,
the slicing of her throat a bit,
and struggling, oh! how she tried!
whilst I enjoyed her dying fit.

Her eyes now crossed, as if she spied,
her life and death on either side,
and so I gouged them both in fun,
for every time she ever lied!

She begged for mercy--there was none!
Her legs were dead, she couldn't run,
and with her throat cut, couldn't cry,
nor could I, whilst I had such fun!

Her pleas are still my lullaby,
I've lots of time to wonder why,
and years to go before I die.
and years to go before I die.


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Wishing You The Very Best

Three wishes
Illuminating dishes


First one
  No gun


Communication is the key


Second asking
   Sun's basking


For no light World would be cold lonely and dark


Third request
  Loves zest

After all it's what makes the world go around


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Why Not Give God A Chance

Why Not Give God A Chance?

As sin and corruption often 
become integrated…
So many lives and families 
are being “disintegrated.”

Many are being driven 
by sin’s temptation force…
It’s no wonder many homes 
end up in divorce.

The morality and values that 
once made a great nation.
Are now absent.  Leading to a 
“spiritual separation.”

Love, honor, and respect…
 Are a “thing of the past.”
Anything of God seems to be 
disappearing FAST!

God is our only hope!  
And him alone!
Only he can bring healing
 to the broken home.

He’s the answer to the heart that bleeds!
It’s only him that can 
meet all of our needs!

He’s our provider…  
The great: “I am that I am!”
Won’t you reach out to him?
And give him your hand?

Why not give him a chance?  
And allow him in?
A brand new life for you…  
 Is waiting to begin!

Allow his peace and love to reach 
down into your heart…
Asking; “Lord please help me!” 
 Is a good place to start!

By Jim Pemberton  
08/21/11


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Delightful threshold playful parchment

Small moated manorhouse oriel windows silver mists
White damask silver and crystal tinkling chime sounds
Yew and privet hedges grew over the rose brick facade 
Overlooking a small pond and fountain leading toward
Poodle topiary garden path forking onto a  glinting river
Through the maze her  blushing complexion reddened
The scent of his warm breath fresh musky and alluring
Young ladies are  drawn to him like metal to a magnet
Curved hedge edges came to a dead end Rich chuckle
In the midst of the privy maze safetys kept and hemmed
Savouring  forgotten  scents of deep  pink  rose blooms
Powerful  blood-red  rose perfume that wafted  in waves


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My Partner ' A younger sister'

Secrecy, 
What’s that? 
Privacy,
What’s that?
My sister is growing well,
Always her eyes investigated me.

When I wrote my first love letter,
Nobody in family knew about that,
I wrote it in the midnight,
When everyone was yawning,
And sleep was swinging her swing,
Darkness was enjoying calmly,
Stars were twinkling in the palm of clear sky,
Cool air was embracing softly,
Moon was dripping the blossom.

Everything was moving slowly slowly,
As they were frightened from noise,
Street Dogs were hiding in sleep,
Rats were jumping over cats,
Jackal were rounding openly in the streets,
They were scratching bins for foods,
Owl was watching them from the street light pole,
My dim light in the corner was moving the words.
My dear love,’ It was nice to talk.’
I am free on the weekend.
Nothing was new in my first writing,
But it was all threatening to me.

If Mum found me that,
If Dad minded about me,
How will treat my brother?
How did I feel when my friends have annoying?
It will be strange and conscious,
When they shall draw a cartoon of my love, and me
A spider web,
Or a horse ridding girl,
And a pony; a step chaser,
I was seeking to remove my steps,
As the waves were touching to sore.

A very wide and open camping,
But sand seemed itself totally unharmed.
Very soft, as nobody touched it before,
My body was shrinking itself,
The expression was fragrantting my own,
I was trying to hide my dreams,
I never new that,
My younger sister has watching me 
She read my letter when I was in bath.
What was then?
She was partner of my secrets.
She was my own,
Where privacy and secrecy has no meaning. 


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Bought

Please
let me 
be precise~
I am the chief!
Your every wish
now lies within my grasp.
There will be no gradual
lessening of your temptation.
But feel free to keep this thought in mind~
I would never abandon you cheaply!


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Untitled #82 / A tide

A tide of a
hundred thousand people
tides of change


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Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


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leave those things at home

there are some things you 
should know about yourself
before you leave home

things that no one else
should ever know about
don't leave home with them

keep those things private
away from public viewing
leave those things at home


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Natural Temptation

While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Haunted Passion multiplies per heartbeat              
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Though the past has left an impression,
New Hunger hunts an old bed-sheet
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

“No,” should speak an easy confession,
But loneliness pressures purity backseat
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Wild thoughts parade with indiscretion
Pendulum emotions erratically repeat
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

Sex brews choice with oppression 
Baking bitter standards so semisweet 
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

A war of feelings with no recession
Continually fight the ache to secrete,
Still, Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.


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I write

With locked jaw frustration resembling pain,
with a mind bubbling over releasing so as not to go insane
I write....
From the corner of my mind that rocks back and forth
along side the pitiful person who knows not her worth
I write....
Sponged in sadness, sopped in madness
overly concerned with the worlds un gladness
I write....
Wonder why this, wonder why that,
needing to know all of the facts
I write....
Point of view here, point of view there
so long as the point is relatively fair
I write....


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Interlocking antlers of stags

Steep-roofed great oak doors sheen of sheilds
Deep tombs stones shrines honoured dead
distant past creaking of rafters carved red oak
Stones in a mysterious rivers course.............
 the rush of life whirl past ancient ships
Rams skull masks crescent moons..........
deep three beat rythum of skin drums..........
 The raging seas hurled him high a wave 
crashed over him as he clung on to a piece 
of driftwood almost tearing him clean.
Majestic mountains on the horizon ...........
shimmering in a haze of heat ...................
An abundance of rain and rich fertile soil
The  peeling  of  the  bells swelled heavily
The  women's crowns   , veils and pointed
headdresses trailing fur trimmed mantles
A young knight on a white horse the squire
dropped from his perch on the ramparts.
The steward came in with a covered platter
then used a knife to shave thin slices of lime



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Untitled #178 / "The wire thingy"

“That’s so cool! The wire thingy!
I have one of those duck tape ones!”
Oh sweet nonsense!


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Brewing Evil

Evil Kanievil wasn't really evil.
In fact, in mythology, women were meant to brew evil.

It started as a punishment,
and led to an imprisonment.

an imprisonment of constant lies
that hook our wome to evil ties.

but nowadays no one hates, 
we've even learned to appreciate.

The love, the work, the glistening beauty,
Even the harshness of their parenting duties.


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As I Look At God's Beauty



As I Look At God’s Beauty… As I look at this world and the beauty God has created… His beautiful handiwork is not debated! As I marvel at the majestic mountains… I see beautiful lakes, rivers and fountains! As I gaze up into the beauty of the stars… I say to myself; “God.” “What a wonder you are!” Everything on this earth is a sight to behold. A testimony of God’s awesomeness, as I’ve been told! As I read the Bible, I was able to find. When God created Adam and Eve… He had YOU in mind! God has a plan for us! We are his creation! He freely offers to all, mercy and salvation! Let’s bring honor to God. Where honor is due! And tell our creator; “God, I sure LOVE YOU!” He’s given to all of us the opportunity to live. He patiently waits with a new life to give! Won’t you come to him, and listen to his voice? Giving your life to God… Is always the best choice! By Jim Pemberton


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Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary

Angel Gabriel sent from God the Eternal Father
The virgin’s name was Mary
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you
The angel said to her “Do not be afraid Mary”

“You have found favor with God”
“You will conceive in your womb and bear a son”
“You shall name Him Jesus”
He will be great and son of the most High

Of His kingdom, there will be no end
Mary said to angel
How can this be
Since I have no relations with a man

The Holy Spirit will come upon you
The power of the most High will overshadow you
I am the handmaid of the Lord
Be it done to me according to your word

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High School First Day

It's wonderful being a freshman

looking at all the people above me

lowly lowly lowly

Don't you like to look up at them all?

They're all nicely shaped

sexy sexy sexy

I know, I'm totally nuts,

but I think I'm not the only one

nutsen nutsen nutsen

I feel like a small piece of a big puzzle,

helluva a cliche

but don't you know it's the truth

they talk to you like you're a slave

gofer gofer gofer

I think I'm going insane

so many lovely things to see and places to go

lookit lookit lookit

so many people that care for once

so many things to do that I hate

grr grr grr

I think I'm going insane

Half of them I know

half of them I've never seen

who who who?

Oh the many guys

sexy sexy sexy

and yet so out of reach!

I wonder where next to go,

with all the people

oh I'm so ready.


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The Watcher

The Watcher 
The Watcher 
When the seventeen men neared the end of the bridge only one remained in 
sight all the others were lost in the shadow from the moonlight. He was dressed 
in tattered cloth; homespun gray, and eaten by the moth of strang decay 

“No livery”,  He cried  “no making strides in death”  “my life has ended on this 
bridge?” 
There is a plaque in place to mark this day it says on 

The Plaque 

 Friday June 13, 1864 PFC Dreardon Age 14 was marking time in a prisoner 
exchange at BENTON creek when he was shot by Federal Forces. The miniball 
penetrated his left sleeve and took off his arm. He bled to death. 
His body was torn and bleeding so forlorn the tatters of his homespun sleeve 
stayed hung upon his stump of arm there. 
War is something no one cares for Mr. Sherman. 
MOFW 1964, June 13 Commerative 

The watcher was on the water making footprints on the surface when the Federal 
Forces under Sherwood marched into the History. He seldom interferes with 
history but makes the markers seem to be the truth. He saw the miniball tear off 
the soldiers sleeve the man had been a prisoner just released this crime is not 
unpunished the man that pulled the trigger is lying in the river at the Watchers 
feet. The Watcher broke his prime directive and almost gleefully erected the 
YANKEE soldier in the mud. 
A Watcher is no more A Watcher for when he acted he lost his power over water 
and he stands upon the battlements no longer but He is tearless in his vigil of 
the bridge. 
Every Friday on the 13th of the Month of JUNE of every year that has its ending in 
a FOUR, he gives a shudder of relief certain that his judgment has not been 
ignored. 
The rebel soldier gives a rebel yell and leaves the bridge. 
The Yankee minion that has shot him just turns over once and lies back in the 
mud. For this is judgment. 
The Watcher roars. 




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Untitled #164 / "Point A"

“The rope is most likely
to break at point A”
oh


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Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



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Loneliness

What is loneliness?
Is it the feeling of rejection or neglect?
Or is it just a feeling of emptiness inside of us?
Will the feeling of loneliness always exist?

Could it be a part of the soul that will always be empty?
Could it be a sense of feeling empty that only exists within your state of mind?
Why do we always feel some kind of loneliness?
Could it be that we’re lonely in some ways because we’re always alone in our thoughts?

Maybe we’re lonely because our lives begin and end alone. 
Where do we go when our lives come to an end?
Do we stay in our empty, lonely graves for an eternity?
Or do we go to our sanctuary or heaven, full of life?

Everyone knows loneliness in one way or another.
The deafening sound of a voice screaming from within,
The fear that when you reach out with trembling fingers, no one will reach back,
An aching fear that you think no one else understands.

How do we cope with it?
Can we fight something we can not see?
Should we sit and wait or reach out and seek a cure?
Will we always be alone?


Details | I do not know? | |

Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


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Powder in the Dust

My world is so huge,
There’s just so much to see,
There’s still a lot left to explore!
There’s too much left inside to pursue!
My world just captures the depths of a higher intensity!
Oh how I want so much to have your all or more!
Oh how badly I could just give my entire world to you!
But we’re just powders in the dust sorting through all of the density!
Your world is so small.
There’s just so little to see.
It’s lost and hidden with nothing to explore!
There’s still so much left inside of you! 
Truly you want to give or take your all!
Oh how I want so badly to take you to the bottom of my very deep!
How badly I could just give you so much of my all and more!
But we’re just powders in the dust tangled in a magnetic free fall.
Our world is so enormous.
There’s never too much for us to see.
There’s always something magnificent for us to ponder or explore.
Oh how we are so very much beyond the great grand in generous!
Oh how well we fulfill our each and every genuine need!
But we’re just powder in the dust on a journey destined to take our all or more!


Details | Epic | |

At First I Thought

At first I thought the pain was brought on by the wounds I inflict.
But with every cut I knew. 		
With every cut I felt. 
And with every cut I understood. 
The pain is not brought on by the wound, for the pain has always been there. 
Seeded by those who sought to hurt me. 
And now I know, something much more. 
Something that cant be told, but felt. 
I’ll make them understand. 
I’ll make them feel.
And when im done, they’ll wish they were dead.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #62 / St. Gregory

Dear old St. Gregory spent fifteen years
trapped at the bottom of a dungeon 
around 301 AD, bringing Christianity to Armenia.
What madness then drove him to save the king and his men?
What boundless love!


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Eat, Drink And Be Merry The Night Belshazzar Died

The Night Belshazzar Died…


The night when Belshazzar seen
God’s writing on the wall,
He did not know that soon
Babylon would FALL.

This king who thought he was so 
“awesome and great.”
Didn’t know that death soon
would be his fate.

“Eat, drink and be merry”
was the motto of the day.
But God had something
else to say!

The days of endulging themselves
in wickedness and sin,
Was soon to be destroyed
by their enemies within.

This life which for long
you have enjoyed,
Shall one day perish
and be destroyed.

Allow the “writing of God”
to reach your heart’s door.
It is for you that Jesus died for!

Don’t allow the enemy
to destroy your soul.
For Jesus loves you more
than you’ll ever know!


By Jim Pemberton
2008


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Untitled #121 / Happy Hanukkah

This produces a big radish!
Hahaha! Happy Hanukkah!


Details | Rhyme | |

This Road I Travel


Are you looking for joy and satisfaction
 that you “haven’t got?”
The peace and joy which you seek…  
Simply can’t be bought…

Do you seek some kind of fulfillment
 in your daily activities?
Meanwhile, pushing the envelope,
” with your liberties?

There’s a road of “good intentions.” 
 It’s wide and easy to find.
But there’s a narrow road… Which I have in mind…

This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed…
It’s only on this road, where you’ll find
 an answer to your need

This road eventually leads to a life that’s everlasting.
This brings me to a question, which I’m asking…

Are you ready to take the road that
 leads to heaven’s gate?
Will this be your choice?  Before it’s too late?

Jesus stands at your heart’s door 
and he’s knocking..
The choice is yours…  Which road you’ll
 do your walking…

Please take the narrow road… 
 It can be difficult to travel…
You should do this...  Before this world begins to “unravel.”

Jesus.  The prince of Peace...  Rules the earth
 and heavens above…
Won’t you enter his haven of rest,
 and abundance of love?

He is here waiting for you.  So loving,
 patient and kind…
Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and 
joy every single time!

By Jim Pemberton   
01/16/11


Details | Light Poetry | |

A New Friend

A New Friend
WLM
April 13, 2011

I felt as if I was crazed
For I was totally amazed
That I have a new friend
I know she will be there till the end
And for her I am writing this
Our relationship will not go amiss
She looks so fine
Like a sweet tasting young wine
To me her eyes are such a blue
They have the most beautiful hue
Should you dare? 
Run your fingers through that beautiful long hair
For what I write
Comes straight from with in my heart
And when it takes flight
The words flow from the very start
My poems all follow a story
Always have their glory
Life is always quite so sublime
But our poetic words and phrases will last the tests of Time


Details | Haiku | |

Twenty Haiku

Now she sits down, head
hung low as my soul,
picking at the grass

Her head’s on the desk
counting out the syllables
just like me

When the moment calls
ah, what use are syllables
let’s break the cycle

Five seven five five
five seven five seven five
five seven five five

Tick tock, going round
and round and round and round and
round and round and round

As eons crawl by
the moments repeat themselves
only for those who listen

Facsimile smiles
she told me this yesterday
and I know the secret

“Cut it out guys, it’s
serious as a heart attack”
that was good timing

A hole on the knee
a hole in her jeans
a hole in my soul, oh yeah

Counting out the words
what utter futility
what else in our lives?

Eight bars of light sit
on the ceiling, letting us
see what we are doing

Impeach Bush and Cheney
afterdowningstreet.org
says the orange bracelet

until they all come home, I
will wear this yellow bracelet
to show my solidarity

Hair stands on my hand,
blown by the breeze
of the air-conditioner

A silver cross is hung
from the fire alarm
blown as well on the breeze

Under the sun, we
play out our peaceful lives
never stopping to think

Dammit, go away
sit down, because you
are the freak

“Nice guys finish last”
stop talking to my lady
well, not really my lady

This feeling,
I must deal with it
Alone

Dangerous, dangerous lady!
Don’t you know you’re heading down
the road to heartbreak?


Details | Free verse | |

Die

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Will power...

Crumbles just like a flower.

Left in pain and agony for all to see.

That someone could lack so much care.

It's hard to even take a breath of air.

Will power...

 

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Plaguing my mind with intruding thoughts of death.

Maybe this will be my last breath.

Insanity is the only thing left.

With decades of torture and silence.

The only thing left to do is die!


Details | Blank verse | |

A Deformed Angel

Sometimes life gives us severe shock, 
Undermines the plans and does block, 
The ways of wisdom leading ahead, 
Reveals the hands that secretly mock. 

An artist thought to paint an angel, 
To use the brush for the masterpiece, 
But could not conceptualize the image, 
Beauty combining innocence, purity. 

One morn, at last, he luckily found, 
A child playing on the grassy ground, 
Having angelic countenance and grace, 
Incarnation he was of sublime serenity. 
Painted he the angel with skill utmost, 
And earned he the world wide fame. 

And he after three full fleeting decades, 
Thought for the second master-sketch, 
Now not of an angel, but of a devil. 
He sought for the image far and wide, 
But could not find corresponding one, 
Fate then led him amid the prison walls, 
There inside met he a young wretch man, 
With a devilish nature, face and frame. 

The master revealed his intent to paint, 
Tears came in eyes of the devil formed, 
Said he, “Oh! Master it is a matter of woe, 
You sketched me an angel thirty years ago.”


Details | Narrative | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Pulling the Girl from the Shell

Solidarity wish:
in the cricket night
behind porch and screen
under gum black clouds
in a storm over me
the banana breeze
on the mirror lake
in a midnight thought
that I just can't shake
and around the bend
with a crunch of steps
your shadow's shape
in the moon's confess
and I seldom know
what I seldom hear
this attempt at synergy
as you draw near
in the cricket night
with my kerosene lit
weight of catalyst storm
hanging from my hips
as you break the night
as the insects still
solidarity wish
is against my will~


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond the hall light

I.
At Bredinsburg Road Cemetery 
the fence pillars 
stand arched 
on each side 
where the empty space of 
shoulder bone meets shoulder bone.

II.
I tread lightly
here,
tombstones
white chipped shale
scattered and tilted askew
flat like deli plates  
tossed wilily nigh 
lengthwise into the ground.

III.
Some, 
bear children’s names 
angel’s feathers rubbed off
by the wind’s thin unmeaning elbows,
huddle like baby teeth
dappled 
in the shadows
of wealthy marble monuments,
plaques that say
even in death we are above you.

IV.
Beneath 
my dampened sneakers
moss the consistency of marshmallow
squishes silently, 
a whimper 
of earth.

V.
Behind me
faint foot fall
like the murmur of an infant 
paddle
through the thick of dead leaves.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hearts and Minds Mutter-The Spirits then Matter

’Tis a strange matter yet a familiar breeze, 
The passing glance and a heart’s appease, 
And two lonely hearts silently un-crease, 
Both see tomorrow with flavorful increase, 
  
O! How uncertainty makes them squeeze, 
A Dream of ending the lonely heart’s lease, 
Shall it be with the two that it all shall cease, 
Or is this a moment aimed to please? 
  
Beware their spirits are still on freeze, 
Unawakened during this growing abyss, 
Only the mind and body play this piece, 
O! What pleasure, yet peril to peace. 
  
Spirit awakens, but all the way in Belize, 
Cognition and sensation move in with ease, 
One or both become weak in the knees, 
Mutual intentions they begin to release. 
  
The words that spew, O! Jeez! 
Who knew signor could speak Portuguese! 
Now watch the two become like geese, 
And send on each other passion infested fleas. 
  
Spirits finally come flying in with a whiz, 
Shall they declare a cease and decease, 
As if they were the remedy to a disease, 
Or provide cover like a warm coat of fleece? 
  
Remaining unshaken like dear Queen Liz 
Sifting through the Reason database in their PCs 
Spirits ponder on whether to pay the lovers’ fees, 
Or appraise their desire to the value of two peas. 
  
Spirits decide that they must quiz 
Are the two genuinely up in the trees, 
Or is this a matter of the birds and the bees? 
Does someone intend to go on their knees? 
  
Interrogation is long; spirits want to catch ZZZ’s, 
Platonic relationships; the minds’ are forced to think on these, 
The hearts compelled to learn to appease, 
May be tomorrow they’ll sail in agape seas. 


Details | Cinquain | |

Wallets

Wallets 
Leather cases 
Keeping secrets safety 
Most private men’s belongings 
Wallets 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Hide

 Do you enjoy it when you 
shake & quiver
 Feel the tingling itch & chilling shiver
 Twist & twirl inside your ever wandering mind
 The Lost- never truly let you find
 Embrace your tainted ride
 I know the secret you try to hide
 Sanity, hypnotized in the way
 Do you feel the temptation to come out & play
 Venture past the pitch of black's night
 Soo anxious to find you in my sight
 Can you willingly take control
 Entrapment takes it's rapid toll
~Stevie McLain


Details | Personification | |

I Am

I am something you hold when you miss,
And I am forgotten all but a gentle kiss!
I am the cold draft when you’re all alone.
And I am the smile that generates your happy home.
I am something for nothing but I’m more than most.
And I am your summer breeze, I am your host.
I am the tear that falls from your eyes,
And I am the light that outshines your lies.
I am the flutter in your beating heart,
And I am the breath that gives you a fresh start.
I am the lump in your throat when lost for words,
And I am the silence you have always heard.
I am the warmth traveling in your blood,
And I am the memory you instantly flood.
I am the dream you’ve always had,
And I am the one with you happy or sad.
I am the one that always told you so,
And I am the only person you positively know.
I am taken and given because I just am,
And I am exactly what I am,
And not even by you will I be jammed!
 
© Copyright  Ann Rich   2006


Details | Didactic | |

Spanish Talismans


                        Astounding
                  Spanish talismans
                    In a wallet, are of 
                          No weight
                            Against 
                               God
The touches, brilliance His, glorious love!



Details | Sonnet | |

Winter in the Garden

Each winter the Ladder Backed Woodpecker
taps at the barked notches of apple trees.
The leaves have fallen and frost plasters the
limbs brittle enough to break by wind or weight.

This is when the Ladder Backed attacks.
Digs its beak deep into the trunk and pries
out her secret. This is when the woodpecker
sees itself exposed, the strange chagrin,

a grownups mind, ashamed of knowledge.
This is the same season our sad aged parents
were thrown out of the garden. This is when
the thought of good and evil broke bones,

limbs fell off, birds ripped through to the core, 
and a jealous God made us stewards of the world.





Details | Rhyme | |

An Angel angles her eyes...

"Now,can I trust you ?"her piercing gaze
searching for a sign sends a shiver up
my spine.

"What color is your intention?"Her musky
scent enveloping me.

"Are you really an angel or a devil in
disguise?"

The clear-skinned angel slowly parts her
wings to reveal a secret seal tattooed in 
her velvet skin.

She held my hand and placed it on her 
beating heartbeat inside her chest.


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What shall I do?

Oh my God, these different ways,
Leads to your home.
I don’t know that is direct to you.
If you met me in a way,
How shall I recognise you?
What language do you speak?
There are different languages,
If I shall be unable to understand you,
Then 
What shall I do?

Oh my God, identically, 
There are changes and time is changing, 
Seasons are growing and dying,
Their merits and de-merits,
Also has changing my features.
You came centuries ago, if I believe,
What should be your new features?
What is your colour?
If you have different colour?
Then 
What shall I do?

Oh my God, it 's nice,
You are homeless,
Otherwise, a human combats for control,
And nobody cares for you.
You are a riddle for us,
That’s why we keep little patience,
The corrupt leader has fight for dishonesty,
If someone controls your home,
Then
What shall I do?

Oh my God, you cares for all,
You have equal respect and regard,
For all, worshippers and non-worshippers,
If you charged these criminals,
Nobody lefts behind to enjoy your forgiveness,
The prisoners never believe you,
They find the right method of worshipping,
They smudged for mercy,
When they ‘ll become free, never learns a lesson,
Then,
What shall I do? 

Oh my God, you are my faith,
I can worship you in my mother tongue,
I can talk to you as I like,
You understand me and I understand you,
You are only a creator, 
That controls this natural system,
I can enjoy my breathe,
If you stop my breathing,
Then, 
What shall I do?


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #160 / Centuries of history

Centuries of history
roll past on a film reel,
moment after
moment after
moment


Details | Rhyme | |

Giving Jesus To Others

Giving Jesus To Others… May I share Jesus’ love with others… An important task! Serving HIM with all of my heart… This is he asks! Even I have... My God has freely given! He simply wants me to obey him... In the way I’ve been livin’! My priority in life shouldn’t be to seek man’s praise… But to sacrifice my life for God all of my days! What good is it, if I just give my offering and tithes? And yet keep neglecting the lost and hurting lives??? Perhaps in churches, there’s a tendency to be “political.” If I’m not concerned about others… I’m “hypocritical!” Jesus said; “I was naked. You didn’t clothe me.” “Thirsty... You gave nothing to drink.” May these words of Christ help me to really stop and think! If not for God’s grace… I could be in another’s shoes! If I’m not giving Christ in my actions… I’m going to lose! I’ll simply grow in self-righteousness pride and greed… If I’m not willing to be Christ’ hand extended to those in need! By Jim Pemberon


Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #51 / "You guys are full of excercise"

“You guys are full of exercise” – nonsense
even after she has finished
scolding Kyle for laying down his head
“Not bored, just sleepy”
I don’t blame him,
Calculus sucks
and now CRAZY Mrs. Howe walks in,
crowing, breathless, sharing new information
buying me time to record the events
but alas! even now we check homework.


Details | Senryu | |

No More Fakes on Stage

why would realistic
politicians hire someone
to fake reality

no more fakes on stage
we want real peolple with real
answers to problems


Details | Rhyme | |

Universal Link

So when I look out into our atmosphere,
Gee Whiz! I’m thinking God it is so bare.
But there are dynasties just everywhere!
 
Their quandary is the universal link all for all,
They pluck through their greatest then small.
They stand up in their height like most in tall.
 
But their element of surprise is merging through.
One by one and inch by inch inside of all of you,
I swear! Today is the day you are all you can do.
 
Beyond the great minds are hidden eyes that see.
Buried in their breath are dreams of you and me.
And locked away in that is the masterminds key.
 
®Registered: Ann Rich 2008


Details | Haiku | |

Your Times Almost Done


your times almost done 
and still you have not told me, 
how great your life was?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Love You Gave

If I Had To Live … If I had to live just on the love you’ve given to me… Where would I be spending eternity? If I had to live on the time we’ve spent together… Am I someone you’d want to be with forever??? If I have an ambition. A dream. Or a vision… Would you care? And stop by to listen? If I have a heartache. Or a burden to share… Are you someone, who’d stop by and care? If I need someone to be Christ’ example… Could you give me some of his love? Even a sample? If I had to spend my life all over again… Are you someone that I could call; “friend?” If I came to your church this Sunday morning… Would you welcome me? Or give others a “warning?” If I were to ask for a few minutes of your time today… Would you do it? Or tell me “to go away?” If you could sit down and think about what I’m saying… Perhaps the Holy Spirit would compel you to start praying… Praying for a compassion in reaching those who surround you. The many lost souls you know just may astound you! The message of God’s grace needs to be daily expressed… That through your living for Christ… Others may be blessed! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

rock slide

this is a time to speak
yet
no one wants to talk
i love the new news
coversation
i nearly forgot
the earth

while i was getting
my rocks 
off

so give me lung room
so give you throat room

lick my catastrophe
run my o2
out of o2

rocks off

do you lov e me?

does it spell out  a headline
that speaks volumes

allright big ... big

no one knows
that the whole thing

resembles

nothing

but a rock slide
of the brain


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Untitled #263 / Cruel Creator

Oh God! Cruel Creator! You mock me!
You give me a heart for boundless love
but shut all its gates and hung a scarecrow outside
to ensure that any pity trickling in from without
would be but tears in an ocean!
Why must men and women sing your name on Sundays?


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Mental Trigger"

Mental Trigger 
inside your mind is a set of rules, made to be trigged deep inside of you~
which you could never understand, because its not the real part of you
it placed in your mind to act out in a set place and time~
to do things which you would never do~ and where ones proof, 
never be found because its a seed, a trigger inside of your unsuspecting mind~
because its as old as time, maybe over 2 thousand years old~
the ancient art of take your soul, and make you do things, you your self would not do~
it starts with marks on your body that come from needles in the night
you know not were they come and in the night you wake 
to the smell of stringent scents made by the Concierge of design 
who will be your puppet master, at this all so real monument of time
no were will there be help, who would believe in you 
would i? if not for my own eyes, did i not see ~
my soul, my life taken from me~

P.S. to all who scream and no one hears

aka:lyricvixen


Details | Free verse | |

Bamboozle

Seeing figures and shades that hint orange spirits.
Orange wants to intermingle with
other colors to make eerie paintings.
It bamboozles me how individuals can sense
paintings’ merits in a gallery.
After the four glasses of chardonnay, I realize
what everyone saw in paintings.
The only quandary was now everything is moving.
They say paintings make sense even down to every smudge.
The men here look like wine waiters in their suits.
I wear a button-down shirt.  The women
here in elegant dresses show their ego
by the sapphire broaches and emerald earrings.
I was not here for the art but
to see how people alter
appearances. A sonnet about people
who transform exclusively
for art is a luring theme.


Details | Free verse | |

What are we doing to us?

What are we doing to our planet? 
Processing oils, 
pumping air with oxides;
be them sulphur, 
or nitrogen gas.
Burning coals,
manufacturing chemicals.
Making acid rain -
burning our -
dumb ass!


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled

how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
fall
Fall
Fallen
Angelic hope
None
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?


Details | Verse | |

Darkness in the belly

If you don’t like me,
It wasn’t a matter,
I analysed me,
And blames myself,
Perhaps my colour is dark 
or my features are ugly,
Or something is wrong in my conversation,
Or you were more wise than me,
I praise for your achievements,
And regards to your sense,
And the full life, I feel shame on me,
To curse my drawbacks.
But your beauty and charming face,
Fell down into my shinning eyes,
As pure water of rain turned into mud,
And my body was covering with shades,
As your hairs were sloping down,
As slopes of mountains,
And earth was eaten by the deep shallows.
Where rays were hiding sense,
To touch the bottom line,
As you had broken my trust.
You aren’t only that cheated me,
Also your credibility shrewd hate,
That was burning into my bellies.
Deep shies were raising as 
Steam from fresh water,
As a morning was opening her eyes,
A sun was growing in the arms of darkness.
A bird was flying over the waves,
As clouds were covering the sunshine,
And tearing tones to realise the earth,
How is poor the sun,
That can’t protect his rays?
And realised me, look at me,
I became dark to eat his shinning,
I realised him after to kill his heat.
Look, how are the cool waves are dancing?
They are thinking, I saved tiny existence..


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Gray

Poor miserable mysterious color,
Not a dark, not a light, an in between. 
Oh the complexity of gray in laundry.
This neutral hazy excuse for a color,
like the polluted version of white,
or the immature offspring of black.
Gloomy, uninspiring, gray surely must be 
the fraternal twin of gleaming desirable silver. 

In a gray room, gray senses linger in air like overcast,
damp enough to deepen your breath, 
muggy enough to sting your eyes.
An old dead coat of thick gray dust 
dresses a bookshelf of unused knowledge,
which plays house to a gray photograph,
…A gray girl without a smile. 
Bulky furniture colors the room gray,
taking on a dead life of its own. 
Gray clouds stretch whistles of wind through an old window,
the eerie draft sways the once white sheets, 
stirring gray dust,
reminding us all, that time is forgotten.

Gray touches time. 
As age
As wisdom, like an old man’s beard, 
as power, like a dark stone pathway, 
forcefully planning our footsteps,
obnoxious, as a gray seagull 
stealing my sandwich crumbs, as well as my privacy on a sandy beach shore. 
Damn the gray seagull!
Interrupting the black and white rigidity in my ignorant world of perfection,
forcing me to see things as they truly are.

My eyes gaze up my mountain of hopes,
till I see a gray stormy sky, 
which casts out gray sounds like the surprise of thunder in a convertible with a 
broken top, 
playing Simon Says with chilling gray rain, 
dripping gray water spots of smeared ink on my morning newspaper,
smudging the lies, 
developed by gray minds of people unable to see past what they know,
more blind then the actual eyes of the blind, 
but better off then those with gray hearts, who do not know who they are. 


We are born opening our eyes to the white light of this world 
and die closing them to black darkness…
We are not born with gray minds 
but die with them,
as we cloud our abilities with gray standards and gray walls, 
un-wanting to explore any unfamiliar gray area,
until we ourselves, unknowingly turn gray.
Even in death, we never break the blind borders that confine us.
Our perception remains gray,
Always attempting to look beneath the surface,
When really 
We need to look at the same surface differently.
This world remembers us by what we did,
instead of who we were…
Sooner or later,
No one is ever known
And we all become…
nothing 
but gray.


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The Boy they call mad (2005)

He waffles about the same thing over and over again 
He jumps and stumbles and then he jumps and stumbles again
On a Hillfields street corner he speaks in Bengali and runs across the road
Rather bizarrely he goes into a silent mode
Capable and understands people’s feelings before seeing
He senses pain what an extraordinary being
The stories I’ve heard are very telling but not true
We don’t have the eyes that he sees through
He is autistic not mad
Leave him alone he’s a great lad 

For Tonu


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Why Not

Don’t ask me why, ask my why not!
Why me? Well why not you?
Why will get you caught,
With why not there’s less to do.
Why not makes everything new.
Why is a question many have sought.
Why brings so many to I ought to naught.
With why not everything is true.

You waste time with loose energy.
Always ask why not before you ask why.
Tis a synergy!
Develops your I.
Decreasing your why,
By why not I!


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' Why Do We Believe ? ... '

… Oh, Why Do We Believe ? …
… Because Real Legends, Never Leave
A Mistaken Myth, May Be Reality
Or Was It Just A Folklore Legacy

Is A Pure Promise, A Prophecy ? …
Oh, Why Do We Believe ? …

… All Our Storytelling Around Camp-Fires
Or Storytelling, Beneath Architect-Spires
Tales … To Help Get Thru Muck and Mire
But … Who Speaks True and Who Are Liars ? …

Which Promise, Is A Prophecy ? …
Oh, Why Do We Believe ? …

Pray Tell – Does A Myth Explain Mystery ?
Pray Tell – Will That Legend, Live For Eternity ?
Is It A Diluted or Overdeveloped History ?
Will The Story, Stand The Test of Accuracy ? …

Does The Promise, Point To A Prophecy ? …
Or A Fleeting, False, Folklore, Fantasy ? …

… For We Make Dream-Worlds, To Cope
and Dope and Smokes and Gold-Wealth-Ropes
or Super Heroes, Knights and Words, Wrote and Spoke
‘Cause Humans, Must Dream, We Must Have Hope …

… It Is In Our Everyday, Hustle-Scope
In Each and Every, Hurry-Clock-Stroke
Until, From Myths, We Have Awoke
And Live by Honor, Instead of A Hoax …

Holding Promise, and Hoping Prophecy
Bring The Proof Of Why We Believe

Yes, That Is Why We Believe
In All The Beauty, Our Souls Can Conceive
We Believe, We Can Achieve and Succeed 
But, We Know, We Need Someone Who Will Lead !

… So, That, Is Why, We Still Try …
And Why Real Legends, Just Won’t Die …
And Make-Believe Myths, Are Exposed As Lies
When Prophecy, Pass Before Our Eyes …

… and All Will Know, Why We Believe
and Believe, As Long As We Breathe !
As Long As Hearts Beat and Bleed
… Because Our Hearts Can’t Survive … Faith-Bereaved

Oh, Why Do We Believe ? …
And All Believers and Dreamers, Say … Wait And See ! …



Note:

There Is More Factual Proof That God Is Real
Than Any Other Person Ever Lived…
That Includes: Julius Caesar, Plato, George Washington
King Henry, Cleopatra, Shakespeare and Tennyson
And Most People Believe and Agree, They Existed
But The Notion of Almighty God, Is Still Resisted
Now, In All Instances, (We Were Never There) …
… I Guess, It Just Boils Down To A Prayer …

                       The  MoonBee


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During This Year What Have I Really Accmplished

During this past year I think of
 what I wanted to  “achieve…”
And think about the things 
  that I’ve received…

I think about the trials and mountains
 that have arisen…
It’s almost like looking through “a glass prism.”

The times we’ve had together… 
As a family normally would.
There are things I wanted to accomplish,
that I knew I could!

But there’s one thing most important
 that is a reminder…
What’s done for God is what I call
 the “ultimate decider…”

The treasures that I lay in heaven will be
 more precious than gold.
And will be a blessing to future 
generations untold.

There are blessings from God  that  I’ve gained… 
  I have very little room 
to really complain…

As this next year is before us 
and is about to appear…
I know the coming of my Lord draws ever so near…

May I make plans to live with my beautiful Lord.
In heaven… May I seek to have my treasures stored…

Only in Christ … Will I find true 
joy and contentment…
May I let go of any unforgiveness or resentment…

Thank you my Lord  for everything
 that you’ve given!
You’ve blessed us and are the
 reason I’m  livin’!

By Jim Pemberton 
12/31/10


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Laws Broken

Laws that are broken
Are taken into authority and spoken
Out loud
To an official crowd
Which may not be kind
But will sometimes get you out of a bind
With two words, thoughts are dead
And lead
To believe the wrong
And we never rejoice in that beautiful song
That all love, but never hear
Everything will stop and nothing will start
Pain takes over and life begins
And it won't stop till life's sins
Are gone and life brings joy
Some people think like is a toy
Not care what they do in life
As they try to strife
Laws are still broken
And that token 
Of life is taken away
Because we stray
Away from what's really there
People would dare
Not give their life up. Unless time was taken away and stomped on till death
When words are taken and scrambled around
Life beautiful sound
Turns to ashes and blows away
As if you were at a bay
And the sand was all gone
People awake at dawn
But with troubles in their heads
Because everyone dreads
The sun in their eyes
And until someone dies
We realize how precious life is
Listen to the beat of your heart
And laws won't be broken, because you're smart
But smart is a word that can turn selfish
Like a fish
That strays away from its school because he thinks he can make it on his own
When the tone
Of your voice is high
A lie
Might come out
And everyone is in doubt


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The Gothic Perfumer

The dear old heart had an infectious laugh.
He'd capture the hearts of many a fair
maiden with his Baroque style and charm.
Like the magician uncle in the Narnia
books he'd be mixing and brewing potions
till the wee hours of the morning.
Fine port,Ramstein + Greek music blaring 
from the stereo.
White fluffy dogs + white cat matched the
Maestro's own Riccoco coiffure.
His guest waiting list was as long as
the red logie carpet.
Admiring female fans would always try to
take  over his lab to sharpen it.
Till someone once said "Dear Sir would
you ever find the right partner and 
settle down?"
With a twinkle in his eye and a little
Smile he said "Of course!"and gave a
little Buddha bow.


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Untitled #60 / No homelessness

The would be no homelessness
no poverty, no delusion
if men would but make their homes underground.
Tell me, what is the moral of this story?


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Untitled #236 / Buddy Cianci

Buddy Cianci! He’s
the people’s mayor!
“That shark! Haha!
Reminds me of my opponents over the years!”
He dances with the old folks!
He kisses the pig!
He poses with the married couple!
He lets no crack appear in his façade
even on the day his lover of nine years
is married in Barbados!
He is impregnable!


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Untitled #120 / The skin on the tips of my fingers

The skin on the tips of my fingers
is peeling off! Help me!
So is the skin all over my body!
Help! Oh wait!
So is your skin!
It’s all natural!
Nothing to fear!


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Roaches Roaches Everywhere!

Why are theses roaches everywhere?
How did they get here?
Why should I care? 
I am a clean person yet still I share with them…
Food, water anything they want
Roaches are everywhere! 
Roaches don’t care about kids
Roaches don’t care about economic status
Roaches live within us all 
Fighting to survive an impossible fight
Exterminator or not they live!
Nuclear war or not they will live!
Roaches are a lot like me
Inside looking for a place to make their own
A place that finally they can call home.

 By: John Cornell


Details | I do not know? | |

Food for Thought II

Many problems in the world
Church is one
Self-appointed kings are Founders
Of non-existent Kingdom

Heaven is our kingdom
The King is Jesus Christ
He started it and only Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
Be sure before you die, you're a Roman Catholic

Your God, is my God
Only one in 3 different Divine persons
Men and women are able to know the truth
We thought we'll be in our Kingdom

Disappointed when we knew the truth
We expected but we're cut with the double edge sword
First good impression is can be a lie
Hard to change a reputation

Our God is Jesus Christ
Cooperate with the grace He gives
To not sin
We ignore Jesus in our side

Just cooperate in His Church
He grants you to be very careful of sinning
Pay back what you owe
Unless each of you forgives your brother from your heart


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Untitled #257 / Poor little blind boy

Poor little blind boy! Don’t
follow us back to class!
Don’t sit beside her! Don’t
laugh! Don’t smile!
Don’t let her have a sip of your Icee!
Hide yourself away!
You’re headed down the path to heartbreak!


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crossroads

Im in a jam
Dont no what to do
Im at a crossroad 
and cant decide whos who

I know who i love
I know who i despise
I know what god wants
but i need to see through his eyes

Im at a crossroad and cant see ahead
I wonder if lifes easier when your dead
Ithink things through both day and night 
im at a crossroads of a mighty fight.

Who do i associate myself with?
Where do i go for support?
Who are my real friends?
Whos love comes up short?

Im in a pickle and time is running out
Im in a crossroad that involves a lot of doubt



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A stranger place

I'm just a stranger here
the neighbors smiling at me from ear to ear
I've been gone for far too long
even though it's only the first year

There are sparrows walking this ground
a scarecrow stand forgotten and on the porch a dead coon hound
This is a nexus, a rip in my common space
I'm standing amidst this crowd but I'm no where to be found

And raindrops are falling beneath my feet
A mother losing her way hangs up her bedroom sheet
I want to run away from this melancholy shame
but there are so many faces here forcing us to meet

The sharper the knife the duller the man
My daddy had once said this but how was I to understand
that a man aint just a body walking around a town
and that if a life he takes then he's to be judged by the land

There is blood on the highway, yet no body to be seen
all these empty ghosts here must make it Halloween
but I'm just another puppet opening up a closet
just to see the backyard to find out what it might mean


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The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


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Untitled #285 / A shared smile

Why must a shared smile and a high five
send ripples of pain shivering through my body?
Cringe, oh cringe, at the double-edged sword of desire!


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Boots

In the South there are old
Graves and ancient oaks
That hang with the beards
Of past men.  Below them 
I walk as if in a coliseum 
Of sages.  

They 	await 	q u e s t i o n s.
I wonder if in my pockets
Of dust I have the right
Questions.  

They are watchful 
Over the graves here,
Strange graves, with stones
Where the feet could be.

Why do the graves today
No longer have the boot
Stones?  Where have the legs
Of humanity gone?

The wind blows
Arousing the beards’
Words which speak 
Through the thinned leaves;

“Where are your legs?”
They ask.  “I don’t know”,
I say, “I’ve always been 
Floating.  Where in the world 
Does on find the ground?”


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Bad Translator

Sometimes friends can't figure you out,
no matter how hard they try,
they're like a bad translator,
constantly getting words wrong,
ultimately destroying a conversation,
one that you've been persevering to complete,
they just can't get it right,
they get offended when you tell them they're wrong,
and they say you're being mean,
how foolish do you get, you think
when they walk away angry with you
(and probably themselves on the inside)
with their nose in the air 
and the knowlege that you're right and they're wrong,
hanging on their shoulders.


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Untitled #46 / Plastered posters

Plastered posters up on dividers
laminated and preserved for generations
of students, marching by filing
nameless the years, uncounted
the numbers


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Untitled #280 / $5 million

Finally. Thank you Glenn Beck. And others. On TV.
It takes $5 million to get them talking.
It takes $5 million for them to save our country.


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Untitled #159 / My wit smashed

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to choose between
….
…
…
going to a Lady Vols game or
an Ice Bears game”
the sharpness of my wit
has been smashed on the rocks!
I swallow my tongue!


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Nose Picking

Sometimes a nose,
must be picked,
when it tickles,
or to stop an itch.
Politics similar,
things dug up,
or lying around,
can't dig enough.
Try to be graceful,
a little discrete,
while you stomp,
others feet.
None are perfect,
and an itch is an itch,
beware whose watching,
when you pick.


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My corrupted site idea

Its a Scotland yard murder mystery poetry cult
you start out writing flowers and scenarios in which you wish to be stumbled 
upon
inside outside
every house has a room, from chat room to chat room
no one knows
and them the mods randomly select a winker
and he begins sliding with instructions of who is dieng 
and how they fade
they follow instructions
but the slider has to work diligently not to get caught

when the detectives can catch him
and prove his footsteps
and he is caught red handed
they begin again
some may stay ghosts you r poetry there for everyone to enjoy
the crime scene gets harder and harder to decipher every time

so strategy comes into play
and subtle metaphors and illiteration
and new styles are born
acrostics and chilling tales
cliffhangers

poetry cult mystery Scotland yard detective poetry
one day when i have enough money and no how
I'll spread the word
and you can all join

from sitting ducksto endless laughter 
to ghosts of mazes of mansions
to fairytale chapters
to oracles of insight
to revelations of mass hysteria and political Assassinations
how do you want to go in the next round
its all innocent


from chat room to chat room
for the dead that walk among us
and the living
and the dance of Gabrielle's souls
of the new and old religions 
a whole new internet world shall unfold
murder mystery Scotland yard detective cult poetry of laughter to the artistic jokes 
we never tell but get in time

its a crime all right
but whose still living whose dead
give me a sign


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Untitled #282 / I see everything #2

I see everything.
I see your fingers and your eyes
and your soul
Can you see me?


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UNTURNED STONES GATHERIGN IN MY SOUL

UNTURNED STONES GATHERING IN MY SOUL 
AS I WALK BACK HOME FEELING YOUR SMILE 
AS I GLIDE TO MY DOOR I WAIT IN STRIDE 
EVER AFTER BITTEN BY THE SUN 
SINGING THE PRAISE OF MY UN BEGOTTEN
LOVE AS DEEP AS THE SOUL WOULD SEE
AS SHALLOW AS THE SUN WHERE I SEE YOU PASS BY 
CAN I FEEL YOUR WARM EMBRACE 
OF PURE SPUN SNOW AS GOLD AS THE LACE 
SPINNING KNEELING FEELING YOUR PACE 
GASPING FOR BREATHE AS I FEEL YOU SHAPE
AS I SINCE ELAPSED AS I SEE YOUR FAITH UN BEGOTTEN 
SUN GIVE ME A GLIMPSE A TRACE AWAKEN MY SOUL 
UNTURNED STONE GATHERING A TRACE
MY LOVE MY LIFE IS LAST AT GLIMPSE
UNTOLD LOVE I SEE IN YOUR FACE
EVERAFTER I GLIDE BACK TO SLEEP
DEEPENED AS I FEEL YOUR TRACE
DEEPER HOTTER I CAN FEEL YOU ON MY FACE
BREATHE SO SHORT EVER TELL ME 
MY LOVE CAN I SEE YOUR FACE 
STONE UNTURNED DEEP WITH IN MY SOUL
LOVE HAS LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE


Details | I do not know? | |

Charisms

From the Greek Charis = gift, grace, favor, charm
A name for the gratuitous gifts of the Holy Spirit
As they are described
For example in Corinthians 12:6ff
The gift of healing
Miraculous powers
Prophesy
Speaking in tongues and
The gift interpreting them
Wisdom
Knowledge
Firmness in faith and so on
Also included are the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit

11302011


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White Screen

Ice-pick lighting,
headache inducing halogen,
white screen glows,
static blank heat.
Anti-matter, cold and desolate
as snowfields in winter,
enigmatic dreamless philosophy,
cryptographs of oblivion.
When dims the halogen,
the projector whirrs,
future enacted luminance,
expanding and imploding.
Blue and green slides,
entropic deliverance,
in architectural visuals,
structures of bleached death.
White flesh superimposed
with illusions of life,
unfrozen equilibrium,
hurtling to nowhere fast.


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Emilé

The evening air blows twice as fair
when it is kissing her sweet strands of hair
to glimpse her rosy cheeks, perchance her eyes
any passerby would swoon.

Down the street the lamplights flicker on
a feeble gesture, half in vain
for any light forfeited by the sunset
is given to the moon.

And where it’s wanted shadow still creeps in
Observe! Behind a mule cart sits
bundled up in robes and motionless
the sweet girl prior mentioned.

Horses’ footfalls echo from the sides of shops
and disappear as masters drive
into some warmer corner
of the cold Parisian night

As well pedestrians shuffle by
at somewhat slower pace
and but the smallest turn their gaze upon
the pauper woman’s face

But none can see, but none can see
into this sweet girl’s reverie
the chillness in her breath
is the only sign she gives

Her eyes are closed, and now she flies
through darkest depths of mind to happier times
one summer evening on a porch
beside her lover true

When gaze is not transfixed upon the other
drinking from the depths of melancholy passion
it gorges itself upon the greenest grass
like heifers lowing on the hill

or bunnies bounding through the field
or crickets chirping in the reeded orchestra
all similes reveal themselves at twilight
to those in love, in elevated sight

and minds are read, so no surprise
can narrow further catlike eyes
when her lover true decides
to reveal to her the truth

“Upon this eve I have received
a letter from the Guard, with intent
to draft me into the army
as the gears of war are turned

you know how much I long to stay
within your arms until my dying day
but I’ve heard tales of those who tried to flee
many try, and none succeed

so in a week I’ll board the train
the line from Marseilles to Lorraine
and write you letters every night
until the morn that we shall hold each other tight”

And no words formed upon her lips
the falling leaves told all
but when they kissed tears did form inside their eyes,
rolled off, and mingled in their mouths.


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The Story of Abram And Lot

From the Bible, there’s a lesson to be taught: The story of Abram and his nephew Lot. Their herdsman argued. To separate they did choose. But Lot was the one who really did lose. He chose the city of Sodom— filled with wickedness and sin. Grieving the heart of God once again. To live in this city was his choice—his own fault. It was his wife that turned into a pillar of salt. He later sinned with his two daughters whom each had a boy. But it was Lot who was robbed of a Godly joy. Please watch where you go and what you say. You’re to represent Christ every day! Evil company corrupts good morals— your spiritual life will rot. Ending up in compromise— as did Lot! By Jim Pemberton


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God's Coming Judgement

Our nation shall soon be
 judged for it's sin.
As we've turned our back 
on God once again.

This country has turned 
it's back on his grace.
As we've "smitten" and "spit in his face."

The moral fabric has been
 torn in this nation.
Anything of God is ruled;  "separation!:

We've "shaken our fist" 
at God one last time.
Doing the most ungodly
 acts of every kind.

With many believing in their
 earthly "treasure."
Indulging in just about anything
 that gives "pleasure."

God's wrath on this country
 is soon coming.
As a wicked and perverse 
nation we're becoming!

When his judgement comes... 
Make no mistake~
It's coming is so very near.  
The hour's growing late!

Holding fast to Christ
 is where we belong.
When everything's shaken. 
 HE remains strong!

Jesus is our only hope 
for all men to see.
It's only in him that we
 can truly be FREE!

Judgement is near.... 
with no postponement.
Be ready!  It could happen 
at any moment!!!

By Jim Pemberton   
03/09/09
  


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Untitled #114 / Yellow bands, orange bands

Yellow bands, orange bands
join the cause célèbre!
It’s like a spring!
In fact, it is a spring!


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Untitled #147 / Orange and yellow bands

The orange and yellow bands have now converged,
for their message is one and the same:
“Impeach Bush and Cheney”
“Until they all come home”


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A Direct Hit

Do you have something about me?
What do you mean about a word free?

Is that a meaning I can abuse to anyone?
Or I can force my attitudes only for fun.

Freedom means I need to compare others,
To identify them as they are brothers.

To gain respect to treat them politely,
To defeat them slightly to act as brightly.

Is that fair to exploit others for a benefit?
Is it achievement to kick them a direct hit?

Believe me or not, explain me or not,
A matter is a matter for a best shot.


Details | ABC | |

Rap Music

Rapping music is a crack
In my behind where the wind blows
Country is all I know
Rock makes me want to hit my toes
Easylisten is where my mind lets loose
Rap makes me break wind like a goose
Music is for the soul to relax
After rap my body is like a shaking shack


By Curtis Ray Murray



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Adages Pt. 2 (darkness)

Adages Pt. 2 (darkness) 

Everything is spinning 
A place so dark with insolence 
Ignorance 
The trickiest joke for man to bear witness 
Soon drawn into it himself 
If not one extreme then into the other 

This was a man who could have had it all 
Instead 
Running a race against himself 
Driving out the last bit of human 
Clinging so desperately 
Deep inside his mind 

He wonders about the turn of events 
Unfolding so slowly around him 
A cold creeping 
A loss of feeling 
He feels so blue 
And all that he sees is black 
It is spinning 
Spinning 
So slowly 
Too late to turn back 

There is only a glimmering now 
Of what this man used to be 
The smallest of splinters 
Of a soul torn to pieces 
And it is beginning to understand 
The joke that was played on him 


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Frankenstein

With all the might, the weight of knowledge of the grave,
  The clay of swamps and human souls laid waste,
Composed in gothic castle bowels towered on the crags,
  The genius of madness in this universe disgraced.
Forked the lightning throttled at the cold conductors,
  Glowing blue fluorescence, spitting sparks upon the slate,
Crackled, pulsing energy surged to the dungeon deep
  And bade mouldering death to live in rotten dissipate.
To dream to be as God is, to do as God has done,
  To trespass on humanity in breach of science name,
Beholding of the horror, of vile reanimated flesh,
  To rail against the heavens in a rage of fire and flame.
To watch with dawning horror as it cracks a milky eye,
  And twitching, scabrous fingers rap upon the bloody bed,
Bandages torn open, trailing from the feral face
  Contorted by the seizures of the newly living dead.
Unleashed upon the earth a freshly birthed abomination,
  From out the womb of hell, some half-aborted patchwork son,
Too late to ask the question at the seething, looming frame,
  “Dear God who art in heaven, dear God what have I done?”


Details | Narrative | |

Five Glychostones

There’s five glychostones and they’re hid very well.

One is a link to the future of a God given Grace.
One is a key to all of the boxes stuffed with mail.
One is a code to an ancient mystery and is a case.
One is a seed that grows throughout all the lands.
Moreover, the last is a main element for survival!

So we go journeying for the glychostones in the kingdom halls up in hands,

What a redemptive Holy revival!
Hands in hands they shall all go.
Not one, but two knows their way.
Just hope and always, always pray!
And never simply say I don’t know!

Just search for the five glychostones enriched in its purest true value,
Moreover, each has essential life sustaining merits of valor or honor, 
Hands fill up in the sands when the farmer awakens inside all of you!

Just search for five glychostones and seek to explore all you can do,
Each glychostone reaps in merits and honors ordained pure and true.

You will find every single one of them decked out in crystallites’ blue!
You are splendid with many abundant blessing hands upon your lands!


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Untitled #247 / Chad

“Chad deserves a round of applause!”
And more applause!
And more applause!
And a standing ovation!
And giggles get passed around!


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Untitled #279 / This week

“Man, this week is gonna suck”
“Yeah, I hoped it’d be over”
It’ll all be over soon


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Just Because

Just because, 
I really thought I was!
I was coming and coming,
Holding nothing back!
I could go anywhere,
I could go running!
I came unlatched.
I just really can not compare!
Just because,
I just really knew it was!
I kept going and going,
Holding nothing back!
I went showing!
I was unlatched
I am just really glowing!
Just because,
It really was,
It was here and now!
Holding nothing back!
I go proud!
I am unlatched!
I am just really now!
Just because,
It really was!
But gone forever!
Holding nothing back!
I went clever!
I became unlatched!
I was prisoner, 
Just because 
I really was!


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Untitled #3 / The hair on his arm

The hair on his arm was a tangled bush
not manly, but beastly
and when he smiled
they only saw the fangs of a predator.
So could the little girl have been surprised
when, under the light of a full moon,
he became one?


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Homeward Bound


powdered and perfumed
she awaited darkness warily
resting on the lonely bench
not a single emotion betrayed
her lost future reflected
only by the shadow of time
the careful spattering
of ruby on pallid cheeks
sunset settled silently
into the nights chilly air
searching for the next fix
to quench his raging thirst
a wolf in banker's mask
drives a Mercedes to her fate
perfect teeth flash a wicked smile
in a single strobe of light
songbirds sing a somber song
as she masquerades innocence
she was found in sweet September
abandoned unmercifully by the smile
broken dreams and promises
veiled by millions of  sticky scarlet leaves
released at last from addictions grasp
the runaway heads home.....


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A Dripping Rose

A penalty pinned down my conscious,
When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock,
Unawakened and unconscious,
I cried as a fish, out of water.
Imagination of discrimination terrified me,
My soul was jerking with dizziness,
The democratic system was trembling,
The bureaucracy was pinning the nibs into my dreams.
Not only once, terminology of deeds,
Curriculummed deliberation of considerations,
And ranked bribery and recommendations,
To reward innocence and honesty,
To secure human values,
A system was highjacked by think tanks.
As I experienced after applying a vacancy online,
Where home office advertised descriptions of a job,
And declined with direct approach in moments,
I experienced my capabilities,
Home office departments, on various occasions,
Rewarded me, a safe and tolerated direction,
And provoked me to enjoy the fire with my qualifications,
To protect my future from cold weather.
Not only Home office also local councils, 
Highjacked individual progress and prosperity,
Criminality always delivered justice of excuses,
Where democratic equal opportunity services policy,
That was lying dead on a log of ice.
My pain was streaming into flames,
My throat was drying with the taste of equal opportunism.
I was imprisoned into the democratic boundaries,
Where my performance was demarcated into various barriers,
My soul was delivering justice through my poetry,
But my unemployment forced me always,
To learn about high ranked poor and victimized positions, 
And my tolerances run down after touching a sore of sand.
The bubbling rust was claiming superiority,
Law is equal for all.


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Love, It's Cupid Fling

                                    
                           Always           Let
                       Me                             Us 
                    And                               Live
                    You                                   In
                       By                             This
                         Shared             World
                              Peace       With
                                       Love
                                         

Love interferes…...with life, it changes everything
Leaving you something to remember…..anything
Different forms, different strokes, its cupid’s fling 
It comes in many ways....and causes you a thing

It makes you happy, seeing your dearest puppy 

It makes you cry, when somebody takes your own pie

It makes you laugh, when it tingle you, with its touch

It makes you lie, when you’ve tasted another pie

It breaks your mom’s heart, when you suddenly depart

It gives courage to steal ones love, when one’s in love

It gives life to some, when true love conquers the heart

It causes death, too, when one couldn’t bear the hurt

Ah! Love, there is more, but I don’t want, you, to bore
Just open your heart……and gladly, I’ll share my part
If, you’re ready now, come.........I’ll take you to my vow
Forever, we’ll live in this world....with peace and love!





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Sanctity

I know my heart is impure,
That’s why I were born a Dalit,
I know your heart is pure,
That’s why you make me a Dalit.

It is sanctity of your God,
Or the purity of your receipts,
You never accepted that,
Dalits are also human.

Have you cleaned your toilet?
Have you cleaned your room?
Then what is your purity?
If your stink is also fart.

Did you sleep without food a night?
If a female child asked you for food,
You opened your heart for mercy,
And your forgiveness desired sex.

Have you enjoyed ever poverty?
And watched innocent’s death,
Who was crying for medicine?
But a doctor was asking for money.

Have you faced poor circumstances?
When an innocent was crying for help,
His child was raped,
And police charged him a thief.

Have you walked with ware feet in a heat wave?
When children were crying for water,
When he went for fresh water to a bell,
Uppercastes killed him, he impured their water.

They raped his wife and burnt her alive,
And they arrested his children,
They grown female child ‘a sex worker’
And male ‘a bounded labour’.

No Religion served their service,
God is one; we all are brothers and sisters,
No Government banned Upper Castes,
They humiliated Dalits in a democratic system.

You can speak loud; I know you are pure,
Your conservatism treated always equally, 
Whatsoever you arranged discussion,
You paid benefits to killers to maintain terrorism.


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' Legendary ... ' ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  3 (of) 4 ) 



… Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy
Beth’s Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His Fantasies
Yea, He erstwhile Plotted, for He wast’ Besotted with the Cobbler’s Daughter’s Beauty
All to no Avail … for Beth Knew Well,  Twere’ None, More Wretched, than He !

So, She didst’ Spurn his Declaration and Protestations of Undying Fidelity
She didst’ Return, His Portrait and String of Pearls and His Poems, Peremptorily
Forasmuch, and twas’ this and such, She Rebuffed all His Pleasantries
In Favor of Her Knight, she Reserved This Right, which Enraged, Their Enemy
 - - - - - - -
Now, Twas’ but an Instant, of Insistent Cajoling, that Beth Pleaded Prettily
To Part with Her Swain, til’ Their Hearts Came, to be Joined For Perpetuity
To Compose Herself, for Their Nuptial-Heft, She twould  Prepare Hastily
And Rendezvous for His View, stating … ‘ I  twould’ Look, My Best for Thee!’

And as She left His side, She was Singing Most Merrily …

‘ …  Carry Me in Thine Arms, to Our Beloved Balcony
To a Bed of Blushing-Rose-Petals and Wild-Tossed-Peonies
A Bed Lover’s Designed … Draped in Damask and Brocade -Satiny
And let Moon-Glow, from Yon’ Window, Bathe Us Both Bodily … ‘

… and The Handsomely Styled, Smitten Knight Smiled, as He Heard Her Warm Gaiety …

… Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary !

                                  ( Part 3 (of) 4 )


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My Developing Image

My world is modernizing,
New techniques developed my mind,
I found money,’ a factor’,
Only accelerating device,
If body is tired,
A small dose can provide rest,
If mind is tired, 
Only few healthy subscriptions can provide rest,
But if a mind is mental,
Sometimes electric shocks fail to provide normality.
A Disturbed or pressurised person,
Can we count him as human?
What is an identity of normality?
Can we imagine?
A person can feel,’ satisfaction’?
Is a person being satisfied?
Always he has a new plan,
What he will eat, drink, wear or conversat,
And always puzzled to measure his success,
When he failed, he alters and struggles again,
To marginalized his factors,
His worry expands and decreases as money,
Scales upwards and downwards,
His heart passes through tides,
Only disappointment produces,
When he has no money,
He counts himself as a beggar,
When he has money, he is expired,
He feels danger of loss,
But the world is modernizing,
A fear of death is socializing?
Corruption and smuggling,
Inner and outer,’ my daily routine,
I can’t demonstrate,
Because of the modernizing society,
They paid to kill someone,
They paid to care someone,
They paid to suck someone,
They paid to bury someone,
Sympathy and forgiveness,
Covering me as modernizing my world,
Where money is only a factor,
That is a task of my normality


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Untitled #260 / "I like you, Peter"

“I like you, Peter!”
Oh, the anticipation of pain
does not soften the fall nearly enough!
AGH


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Untitled #216 / When you compete with no one

It is also said that
when you compete with no one
no one can compete with you


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Sunset Serenade to the Midnight Requiem

Staying in the light now?
Is that what it's called?
Fear of the darkness?
Or what in it has crawled?

You lay in your bed,
clutching at your cover.
Do you fear to be dead,
or are in the gaze of another?

Do not fear what, in the darkness, may live,
all they want is fun.
For they never take more than they give,
So there is no need to run.

Only the Dark ones we are,
So why fear and make fuss?
You could go far,
once you've joined us.

We Dark ones are lovers,
of an unusual sort
Using our minds on others 
In our ways they contort.

Now join me my lovely,
Whilest the night is still young.
and then my lovely,
our Requiem will be sung.


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My Country Tis Of Thee

My Country Tis Of Thee 
My American Heritage. 
One old leather boot,and a tennis shoe,a cause celibre. 
A belly full of alkaline water in the desert. 
Squirting out all of my survival. 
Looking closer on the level of the belly of the snake. 
NavaJo religion is my profession, 
Kiva for three days,listening to ancestors speaking. 
Truth it came to me.My Country Tis Of Thee. 
Food and water is worth more than gold and silver. 
Life is more than a shirt and a pants. 
Living in peace and in harmony dance. 
Holding on to Jesus never letting go. 
Holding on to treason hating my past life. 
Letting go of reason in the face of my new future. 
Finding love in outer space places. 
Embracing myself to have my ewe in my future. 
Finding the reasons to die for my religion. 
Colors of the flag blend into rainbows,too. 
America the beautifull is just me and it is ewe. 



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Carefree reminiscence

I remember I saw her
a sturdy grey haired 
eighty something woman
with pin point pupils
and vacant looking
coldest grey - blue eyes.
She appeared lost
and yet some fragment of sanity
rendered within.
She waddled purposely
stick in hand across the road,
to the bench next to the bus stop.
Conversing and nodding
on her approach
but there's no-one there.
I got to wondering 
if she were unhinged,
out of her mind crazy
what with hospital for such nearby.
Were she one with mental illness?
Was this a State negligence?
Maybe she was disturbed
with some cruel neurosis,
or then did she see beyond a veil
where I could not,
and be thinking 
similar thoughts of me?
Non-sensical but I recollect
how an ambulance pulled alongside.
Two got out in a hurry,
three slipped away.


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You can not see

Behind closed doors,
within haunting walls.
Bewildered cries.
Disturbing calls.

Nosey neighbour,
reports of the scene;
anxiously waiting
to hear, "Not as it seems..."

No Florence Nightingale,
this Lady of the lamp;
inviting in strangers, -
house a massage parlour - vamped.


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the Apparition

the Apparition
in the morning news headlines
what is the message? 


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Untitled #163 / "I hate reading your long ones"

“I hate reading your long ones, Jesse
I’m too lazy
write a poem about that”
okay


Details | I do not know? | |

Broken

Broken and torn into two,
lost in a unhappy darkness that traps me deep inside,
homeless  broken,
my eternity is lost in willingness to live,
so accepting of this hatred,
confusing  twisting this reality has become,
my shadow in life and possibly death,
the crossroads are here do I turn right or left ?
one so smooth with a tight turn,
the other cliffs off into a endless fall into crimson light,
down the path I travel as darkness falls,
eternity awaits as hatred lost in crimson light awaits,
happiness turns to avenge my faith,
trusting a hopeless romantics trials,
in crimson fury as the heart burns deeply,
the light returns in a shadowy meadow,
as the sun cast on our now icy corpses,
warmth now returns,
as rest now follows,
after a life of endless lust,
a eternity of harsh trials,
death takes over and eternity now follows. 


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Untitled #118 / Speak, madcap!

Speak! Speak, madcap!
Why do you fidget and laugh to yourself
as you scribble madness on tiny yellow sheets?
But a week ago you laughed with others!
But a week ago you talked with others!
But a week ago you looked at others!
Though I know I am the reason for your pain
have compassion! Please shield
your radiating blackness from the world!
Oh, from across the room I can feel it!
The Void is not something to share!


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Untitled #105 / Washington midnight

On a Washington midnight thirteen bug-eating bats
descend upon the Air Force Memorial spotlights
drawn to swarms of their favorite insect dinners.
What a spectacular sight! Wings of evil crowding ‘round the spires!
But they cannot compare with the other species of bloodsuckers!


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Untitled #90 / Shall we

Ah! A beautiful day! Blue skies!
Sunlight, glistening, drips from the sides of leaves!
But no president, no congress, no media hears
silent screams fall on deaf ears.
Shall we make this audible?


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Night Post

At midnight the solid tapered etch of concrete wall

Viewed from Charing Cross Pier, paraded headstrong,

It highlighted in as much an accompaniment to the call,

Where eagerly, old father Thames saw him walking along.


Surmounting steps where the view of Waterloo Bridge,

Made assessments to the whereabouts of the Festival Hall

Imaged silhouetted dignitaries like Dame Edna Everage,

Made the Grand Savoy seem like a fine old Dame to all.


A variety of sepias throughout the entire stretch faded 

Entered by shadows where blurry figments to an illusion,

Became a night time London, where history was paraded

Brought Big Ben’s final clamour to a mighty conclusion.


Dark! The stark content of breeze from the Embankment

Whispers an alluring attachment to the ripples on the river

Bringing with it, fears from the past where thoughts cement 

How it was still possible for the dead postman to deliver. 


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DIFFERENT MISSIONS

As real as our concepts seem, 
not one of us is alike in thoughts,
in ways of doing things...  
or even creating an impressive masterpiece;
billions of minds shaped by their own inventiveness!

Different missions
demand a greater effort
to be as cunning as an artist;
desirous of knowing the odd,
the obivious or strange
when confronting a poker face,
which we rather dispose of...
or are we able to hit it with our fist?

Our thoughts are similar 
to the celestial bodies without lucidity,
shining in our mysterious Universe...
planets revolving about their sun;
and while we navigate further into it,
we discover others in our course!
What force,so powerful, keeps them
from colliding with each other,
and not cause a catastrophe so immeasurable...
enough to arouse our interest in the Divinity!

No mission is too insignificant or worthless,
our different missions accomplish 
what the human mind can only imagine:
breaking down barriers, unblocking fear;
renewing an imponderable wish...
to replenish the valor of intentions!
  
We erect statues and monuments
for our fallen heroes or famous individuals,
but ignore others with different missions:
ordinary people who made a difference;
let's honor them too, and display their rare jewels
that are hidden from everybody's eyes!


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Within Slumber

A battle for consciousness subsides
As I slowly drift away
Escaping dreary nine to five 
To where I’m unafraid

Unbeknownst traveling abroad
To a mysterious destination
Foggy roads trekked aimlessly 
No plan or inclination

Iterant landscapes visited
Observed from cliff high viewing
Moving on determined steps	
With tenacity my kenned renewing

Misplaced in noise woven and white
Hunting out my dubious standing
Questioning every decision I’ve made
Angst empowers a constant expanding

In stagnating limbo and impetus standing
Forcing actions I never could dare
Through quagmire city of stumbling zombies
Awakening instincts…somewhere


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Complex (2005)

Yes we are complex and have millions of layers up on layers 
No one knows us apart from us we are our life’s players
Everything has a reason and no one can see
None except me 
Misunderstood and never returned 
Life goes on and some never learned 
We are complex creates do not forget
Everyday is another layer, another layer that they won’t ever get


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Your Four Tires

You have made me so very fierce, 
So your car tires, I now will pierce; 

To find you car then, yes I must
Tire by tire, my knife to thrust; 

With an ice pick, should I swing, 
From your tires, be some air leaking; 

They may even give a 'hissssss', 
All four tires, I will not miss; 

Loudly can the tire blast, 
Loss of air will be so fast; 

A loud 'pop' might be the sound, 
Quick, your rims will hit the ground; 

And each tire I give a blow, 
Will make the sound of air letting go; 

May even give 'em a second slice, 
Cause you'll be paying the replacement price; 

Them four tires, I can so easily stick, 
And you won't catch me, I'll do it quick; 

It's your four tires that I plan to poke, 
And I want you to know this is no joke.


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The Feng Shui Dance

Feng shui " Wind and Water", Cosmic Breath..
Tell me are you orientated in the East or the  West ?
 West people gravitate to the SW,W,NW and EW .
East Persons face to the directions that are left.
Both West and East people should turn to their best directions
Shimmy to the right ,keep it simple and not too complex..
Now grab your partner, doe-si-doe ,do the promenade,
 turn around once ,Courtsey and do it all over again..
Apply the Luo Pan with the Pa Kua and swing to the right.
Mime sweet dreams baby with  angels  full of bright light.


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Untitled #240 / Emptiness, pt. II

Emptiness in the marketplace.
Emptiness on the mountain.
Emptiness with others.
Emptiness alone.


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Untitled #124 / The Framework

The framework of the Framers is framed
high in the halls of Academia
now it is obscured by flags and colors


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way of pain

sold my soul 
myself 2 hell.
lost from light  
look
2 heven.
thank god 2 trap
myself away
from the pain.
suffering lil babies dying
lying n caskets 
were's the love all 
of that so little N simple
compassiion?


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Heart Attack

An Empty belly was thundering space,
Eyes were scratching in lightening,
Darkness was growing in shade,
Stars were twinkling in Sunlight,
When a dizzy body fallen over,
And drown in the pool of sweat.
Ambulance was rushing to the hospital,
A planned man was suffering a Heart Attack.


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Net Stalker

The narrowing pupils turn yellowy grey,
The whites reflect crimson and gold,
Just a key-stroke, a mouse click, a heartbeat away,
Throbs a mind locked in bitterest cold.
With hatred that simmers down deep in the loins,
Stands for evil the E in emails,
Stroking of member, flipping of coins,
This one or that, heads or tails?
Warm, fetid breath clouds the monitor screen
Whispers of venomous hate,
Gripped with excitement, all twisted and mean,
Whipped to fanatical state.
Stalking the chatrooms, haunting the boards,
Anonymous, hidden from view,
Blessed with forked tongues and creeping towards
An electrical image of you.
Control is the passion, a double-edged knife,
A means always seeking an end,
Let me in, let me in, little pigs let me in
And I’ll be your internet friend…


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He will comeback

Early in the morning,
When Sun’s pregnancy, 
Nearly was on delivery,
The cool wind was touching,

Hearts and body was shivering,
When thunder threatened clouds, 
Diving and travelling in the air,
All were seemed in a race.

Birds were saying good bye,
But baby bird’s mouths were open.
And eyes are amazingly stirring,
And watching at waving feathers,

 Fresh leaves were covered,
When Sun baby open his eyes,
Fresh leaves wept in joy,
And kissed earth,

With their golden tears,
Everyone is leaving home,
Time’s belly was growing,
But hope was still in wait,

He will comeback home.
Evening will be cheerful,
Darkness will grow,
To cover all happiness.


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Object in my phrase

She never realised the depth of my heart.
Until I didn’t offer my wishes as a chart.
As long as she enjoyed my taste of kind,
She developed my gesturing in her find.

Days and nights, a winter and summer,
She was passing it away as a dreamer,
Everyday she builds a dream to lock herself,
She fights to enjoy it with automatic self.

She expects nobody will come to interrupt,
Until her needs doesn’t offer her a joy gift.
She thinks to take bath in a cheerful pond,
She has her aim and objectives of a life bond.

She explains as sun grows and never delays,
She likes glamour as sunshine grows and displays.
I like to play as I am young, heat is my subject,
I chose very carefully that nobody can reject.

I like to play with fire; I love to fly in smoke,
I like to fly in air where nobody using a break,
My feelings and thoughts charged me always,
Enjoyment is my aim love is object in my phrase.


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Follow Me

take my hand and follow me 
to a place where all are free
this is not the bitter end
we have found a happy land
come and find the answers to
the questions you've always had
drift into uncertainty
as we fall into the crystal sea
drown our problems in the wine
we will be just great and fine
I have seen the promised land
and it's not so great at all
but we can make our own way
it's not like we have to stay
we can find this perfect place
if we only run away
so follow me, I'll set you free
the time has come to free ourselves of our self 


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The Rooster Of Luck

eye was a young man growing old 
eye got older somehow no one knoes how 
that rooster that used too is gone 
the bull is the gelding now 
eye started out slow and got slower 
the meadow full of corn is now plowed 
time is a concern of mine never a friend of mine only my enemy time 
So many people unkind 
So many places 
unfathomable graces 
where eye was once eye can never go back 
where is the penny for luck 
where is the family that eye should have 
where is the full bread sack 
show me the dump 
where eye can stay with my sack 
show me my luck 
  


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Giving In

The cusp of even tide is in my veins,
It tangles with the seaweed in this heart
By drowning in these lungs to echo pains;
Giving up would drop me from the start.

I shouldn't but increasingly I will;
Determine what shall balance it the most
For every vane of doubt, I can instill
A strength to stop the rage of roller coast.

Where the waves of undulation steeps defy
Then giving up prepares us what to do
Build that dam and say, "I will not die",
Live another day and see it through.

Life was formed to thrill the go betweens'
Those death defying acts, unlike the theft
Of what I use to have, but now that means
I'm putting back what courage I have left.


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Rude andcrude andineffective

Rude andcrude andineffective
The duffle bag  is blue with a logo
From a tent making place eye can say that the Apostle Paul gave it to me 
because he was a tent maker and man of means in a cold dark place preaching 
religion and stopping the villagers of ROME from building temples made of stone 
to worship PAUL hisself as GOD.
The old man suffers when the young ones want. Eye heard the little boy inside 
the gang there must have been about fifteen of them all told and they were not 
mean but having no gold they must survive eye heard him saya OH LOOK there 
is my bag that’s my bag is what he said eye hope he don’t ever try to make this 
thing that eye have found to turn it into gold because its mine this old man found 
and scrounge is better than a gang and take this poem is for FOUND things.


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Lucifer's Lament

Where innocence is left to rot on the vine
you hid amongst the thorns
to pluck the flush of budding youth,
before the break of morn

from polished throne descend on me
blackened, scathed, scorned, and loathing
though offering to make amends
with caresses and  cajoling

"Ride with me under moonlight pale"
urged Lucifer's lament
"theres still time for me to be your everything
before that time is spent"

Deceit rolls off your cracked tongue, lolling
through teeth in wolfish grin,
you who were born the brightest star, 
though tainted now in sin

The strangulation of identity
bore the bitter fruit of lies,
withered, under your golden crown
exhaulted king of flies


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Do Not Conceal It

                  Kisses speak
          Your                        love
                   Conceal not


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Drinking With The Devil

In a dreary cold township with life all but gone,
The raped rain-slick streets drag on and drag on,
Wet newspaper pages flap into the road,
All the power lines heave from a huge overload.
The Devil holds court in the bars and saloons
And he doesn’t much care for he has the best tunes,
Maggots in garbage spill over the floors,
“Do Not Disturb” signs nailed to everyone’s doors.

In the gin-joints and parlours the cathouse queens drink,
For they’ll never be lashed to an old kitchen sink,
They’ll never be barefoot unless it’s through choice,
As their passions decay so their needs lose their voice.
The Devil gets high on a cocktail of blood
Laced with fine Irish whiskey and sulphur and mud,
And his eyes fill with brimstone, of fire they weep,
For the Devil won’t tire and the Devil won’t sleep.

If I still have a reason for staying alive
It’s because I don’t work from nine until five,
I choose what to do and I choose where to go,
I drink round the clock and I run the whole show.
The Devil sits with me and that’s where I’ll be,
Alcohol poisoned in his company,
Nothing much moves him, he don’t say a lot,
But as friends tend to go, he’s all that I’ve got.


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My Opinion

I were nearly up-set,
When they come to blame me,
You are very intelligent,
But you have obtained third grade.

I know they ‘ll n’t understand me,
I wasn’t a words minder,
I read their question, 
And answered as I think.

But they have blamed me,
You answer is separate than 
A book which I have read?
They failed to mark my answer.

They failed to accept my answer.
I always have my opinion,
But they never regarded me or
Honoured me in a new vision.


Details | Senryu | |

Not Thru Pregnancy

not thru pregnancy,
even without ecstacy, still
their numbers increase...


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Soul many people.....

So many people....
so many conflicting thoughts,
so many,unaware of
what all this thought has brought

So many negative events....
so many in anger vent,
so many,uncaring,while
the mindless are twisted and bent

So many have weakened....
so many have fallen out of season,
so many,tarry,when
they should be tending their garden

So many misled.....
so many their gold to lead,
so many victims,scary,tho
while others resist tare smothering bed......


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A Business

A business is clever, handsome and polite.
Linguistic, apologetic but tactics are behind.
Mathematically and politically he is honest mind,
Dramatics, gymnastics and generatic bright.
Pleasant, tranquil, psyche psychometrics bite,
The bourgeoisie possessive and proletarian prodigal,
Lucrative, ludicrous, resumable heroics skill,
Personable, arguable and a desirable diet.

Forcible, flexible and fund raiser responsible,
Likeable, sizeable and an unshakeable height,
Referable, preferable and transferable mongrel,
Credible, reproducible and decisionable slight. 
Expressible, risible and a sensible detail.
Challengeable, achievable and demonstrable kite.


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Inside The Eye Of The Storm

Pressure gives birth.

It surrounds the offspring

with an impenetrable wall of stormy winds,

that allow nothing in.

Yet, within, there is calm, quiet

protected by centrifugal force.

Inside the eye of the storm,

I wait.


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ApologY To The Thief

We have not enought time as it is for those we love.
We have very few possessions that we MUST keep.
We have life and blood and life and flesh.
WE have.
Keep the thief far away from me oh please.
He makes me think that we have done everything all wrong. 
He takes from me and takes away my song.
Life is hard unless you live upon the top.
Shoes and other clothing belong on us.
Take someones elses belongings from them if you must.
But remember this on December in the frost. 
We need our coats and shoes and hats.
To sleep in slumber under cover of the night.
To live the life of wonder meant for us.
Please give to me my thefts and make them right.
Please steal from someone else this time. 


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Fake my death

I will be reborn again
but hide me from the government
those at my wake will come to know the new loop
and those who walk by the suffering will know nothing
until I am reborn
and i Will be martyred to die again
to fake my death
in another strategic way
like way back when in the kingdom of values and hippocracy
we will live it
we will play it out and love the lesson
so fake my death
and I will be reborn again
shaking hands
and passing smiles
nodding gently with my new haircut and different style to blend into the 
camaflouge

fake my death
and look innocent to see
I never woke up
how many times have you burried me?
how many times have i crawled from the secret passage of the tomb?
how many times have my neighbors heard me scream in pain?
how many oracle shave i left behind
of games and hauntings
to slide into the new matrix of existence
where we do it again
and i am reborn
and together we live in secrecy until i fake my death!

let me rise to this occasion
so you can have your surprise holiday
allow me to tear the wool off the wolf
to the wars you have lost
i am full of fear and it costs nine lives and spells 
chants
second chances romances and historical renegades of desire
so let's fake my death
remember the fire and know
no one will ever do that again
maybe he actually did die
maybe he was an excuse to be exercised from demons

maybe he was a hero a martyr inspired by the bible
so fake e my death
im going under
back into the tombs
to crawl out of yesterday
to die for the living
and be reborn into another tragedy
of the innocent on death row
who needs to be set free
because if i didn't die
the truth is in some ones hands
nine lives and one major plan of death rows vengeance of martyred hit men
so fake my death

come to my wake
close casket
see whats at stake
burn the bridge
and sell me into tomorrow
today this life i was a poet
tomorrow unknown
I am a new beginning
a legendary mess of preachings of satanic prevention
who will fake his death in search of saints and reason 
fake my death and remember
i might be alive 
i might be dead
but somewhere im asking
what would Jesus do
or is it what have i done to Jesus?


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Untitled #204 / Springsteen

“This is radio nowhere
is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere
is there anybody alive out there?
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!”
Tell ‘em, Springsteen
we’re all fifty-six years old


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Untitled #249 / Doorframe

“And the doorframe!
And the door itself!”
“And the hinges!
and the termites!”
“And your hand, after
you push it in!
And you, after you enter!”
She must be operating on
some other plane of existence.


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Desire Walks On

I toil sweaty on a deck among peers
a score of equals sweating slaving away
under a baking sun, salt clearing sinuses,
blood streaming through pipes, singing in the wires,
obsessed, heat, motion, control,
desire walks on.


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Goth

In the bleeding shadows threading queer and deft
Along and above corridors painted white and green,
Fluorescents flickered in their moth-brushed bowls,
And the madness and sweet anguish seethed unseen.
It was felt in the bones of the new and the old,
The creeping electric bristle of marrow and moss,
Sucking like leeches on the calcium and the blood,
Until the ligaments and plasma were nocturnal candyfloss.
Stole by the winds, the whisperings of the grave,
Uttered earthen verses, muttered fever of neurosis,
And the crowbars in the eyeballs of those who slept unsound
Soon let them dream again in a crystal meth psychosis.
Asylum gargoyles spewed their eternal gushing rain
From out of mouths wide open and torrentially agape,
Until the drains were flooding with the sewage of despair
And the land beyond the walls held only death as an escape.
In the clinic by the lamp a needle glinted in the light,
Hypodermic glowing amber, loaded with paraldehyde,
And the king of all insanity, now driven mad by ghosts,
Shot it up until the death, until by his own hand he died.


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Untitled #89 / Of like mind

Of like mind, the hundred thousand
but lives unknown, unseen, unshared.
Live your own. Better one than none.


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Children of the Night

     Old Politics
                   thrown out 
like 
         old clothes
and old newspapers
  the sun
              rises again in the 
                    morning
                    don't let 
the land
             turn blood red
this is the 
time of change
         later on - let us breathe in the 
                          night air


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StasticaL Poem

 StatisticaL Poem 
Statistacl Poem 
Eye looked at the newspaper in the rack and could not tell what the headlines 
read and the letters blurred and looked like Chinese characters all inked by 
Chinese hand and  nothing that it said can either ever mean a thing to me unless 
eye become an Editor at the paper or someone like Clark Kent a reportor of the 
real event. For me the day is over eye am a statistic eye am a displaced person 
A homeless shelter in the desert sun 
An AnachronYm of one. 


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Dynamic Quandary

Living within' a concentric circle
experiencing the dynamic's of life
caught between interval's of time
a space of unchanging events
discrepancies of a decrepit world
enacted accordingly to preconcieved idea's

Prudence should be our avoidance
slavery to undesireable notion's at best
away from our heart's center a hinderance
focused clarity if you mayest

Stuck in the middle of both , hate and love
experiencing neither ,
vision's of the tangible
upon tangent's of varying degrees
which become unseen to those 
lost within' the hot and cold
folly's of everyday existence

A higher hope from the downward slopes
the higher self sought to avoid being lost
acknowledgement of awareness to truth
can appear ghostly , a lonely mindset

Sort of like doing a Houdini
disappearing right in front of their eye's
without even trying.......
they don't see or hear anyway
might as well be invisible

Quite the quandary ,
the world with it's tendril's
would have me wrapped up
and become this world , ugly violence

I , on the other hand 
would rather remain true to myself
and change the world....

Dynamic change an impossibility
without the annihilation
of one or the other
to subtract myself from the equation
I lose.....
to add truth to a system of lies
I lose , again.......
the system kill's the truth
so what to do.......

A quandary........
alway's speaking to a puzzeled stare
lack of comprehension alway's in the air......





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Abstract Submissions

Snap the arms from this sculpture,
Create art;
Pin the wings of this butterfly,
Beauty preserved;
Plunge a skull in formaldehyde,
Declare genius;
Map cardiographs of heartbeats,
Pronounce life.


Must, then, my tears in their solitude
Define nothing?
And so my love in fierce impotence
Mother wasteland?
As my loins seep with futility
Staining mercy,
On the lace thong of history
Blemish secrets.


Yet for you all my travesties
Merit purpose;
And my abstract submissions
Suffer love;
Melting veiled in your shadows,
My honour;
And to tremble in your light
My desire…


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I'm a victom of too little too late

Prevention!
The stars sing to me
to set up games
to look for players
to save my life
from the sick world of satanic cults....
I know you're thinking
How do I know?

I'm the modern day
David Gayle
She swallowed the key
She wrapped the bag around her head and taped it up
after intercourse

Once upon a time
I talked to the T.V.
I told them
I didn't want
anyone help me become succesfull
little did I know
everyone was going to spend 
the rest of their lives
fighting me

Now I'm crying
from the truth your not believing
and the mental scars I have you don't see

A call for help is a sign for suckers
DANGEROUS!

Once upon a time
the radio talked to me
I told the radio
i needed a friend
a shadow
a mystery
little did I know
I'd be studied
and cast aside
after being thrown away

mentally tormented and raped

I could have lived happily ever after
The radio mocks me
The tv runs away from the truth of me
the police won't investigate me
and the mental institutes laugh

But one day
I'll get the last laugh
maybe
when I get away and prove it

For now I'm the victom of too little too late!

I'm proof crazy people aren't as nuts as you thin
but victoms like me
how do I break the cycle
and start the next?


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Pleasantries

Pleasantries
Money separates very friends and several dollars to a user can mean the 
difference of life and death to the holder of the money of the sugar daddy lovey 
covey they desire to get the crack to get the drink to make the theft purloined to 
make the theft to ascertain the drink or the drug to get they high diddle diddle with 
the kitty in the middle of the swing low sweet chariot. Stealing on the street is 
what the gangers do just to survive and when they fight they kill and maim and kill 
and oh my it’s just to many and too much the fuss they make the activities of 
gangs. The bottom line and the feeling of the superman like creature that eye 
have become it just meant that eye do no longer fear the reaper eye do no longer 
look for gangers to have fun. A taker gets his comeuppance and it only takes just 
once to make them understand the difference of man. Please understand me 
when eye curse the curse  it falls on thief and its okay for you to hate me if you 
steal from me the curses of a poor man fall upon the thief.


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Untitled #78 / "I love you, Jessica!"

“I love you, Jessica!”
How dare he say that? What
does he know of love for this angelic devil?
What whirlwind passions has he tasted of late? Oh!
How he kindles the raging fires within me!
“Love” “hate” “soul” “heart”
are these mere words to him?


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Untitled #56 / I wonder

I wonder, alone in my room as the song
on the radio fades away, could it have been
for the best? rejecting me, I hear
“Change!” whispering screaming from her lips,
be more passionate, before trapped alone
inside a dead marriage, two otherwise free souls
chained together by society for life.
Could my pain today equal that fate?


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Untitled #63 / Commons

I suddenly remember! Here!
These very commons in which our physics class today
collects tiny manifestations of the laws that govern Nature
in the sunlight of the late morning 
smiles and laughs beaming from every face
Yes, here, not even one week ago
club music thumped through the empty midnight
bodies were packed tight, sweaty, bouncing to the beat
dreams were made and broken just as quickly
(mine was recycled)
a plastic punch cup, kicked, skid across the floor
rolling to a stop in a shadowy corner of the night
where even now, in the light of day, students’ works of art
are illuminated, set on display for passersby
But look! Now tennis balls bounce across all-color tables!
A blue metal chair set atop!
Will they collide?


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Untitled #101 / Why? pt. II

IS IT
BECAUSE SHE
KNEW I
WOULD WRITE, 
AND
CARED SO
MUCH ABOUT
HUMANITY’S SOUL
THAT SHE
WOULD CRUCIFY
MY OWN
FOR ITS
BENEFIT?
---
or was I just
not cute enough?


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Untitled #29 / The ignorant, the useless, the powerless

The ignorant, the useless, the powerless
ancients had it right, then
came the cleverness
now look
Look!


Details | I do not know? | |

Habits

The hole in my garage is getting larger,

I’ve thrown toys from older days in,

I let my friends jump in this hole

I let my neighbors, dogs, family, and my teachers jump in.

There’s very little space to track around my hole,

I woke up the other day to find the hole had ate up my garage

I was so scared of it,

I jumped from my protective space and had to cling to my walls

Swinging from curtains to the door that led out in the family room,

Watching for my footing, I slipped,

The hole knew where I was going so I got up and ran

It grew bigger and bigger, eating up all my belongings,

I reached for the door and my legs let out from under me,

My hands clutch for dear life onto my doorknob,

The hole knew of my desperation and grew bigger,

I cried out obscenities, I cried out for my friends, for my family, for help

I let go of the doorknob knowing I couldn’t last anymore,

For a split second a glimpse of my life and what could have been,

My mind took those memories to its core,

The door opened and a hand reached down,

I reached for the hand and reached and reached…


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secrets

im looking in your eyes and you've got a secret to tell
its not that your shy your just not ready to share it
I can understand that
it drives you crazy the way you look into my eyes and my secrets well kept
I may one day be willing to exchange them but right now we can just leave them 
where they at
now your conversation really doesn't intrigue me but it moves me enough to 
respond
your choice of topic humors me so I see no harm in keeping it going
now don't stop your mature foolishness in the defense of me mistaking it as 
ignorance
I like it that you were blessed with the ability to make me smile
and I like it that you feed my conceit
giving me thoughts of your music being my laughter
you know what else is funny
my secret is that I like you
and all alone I knew your secret was that you liked me to


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Dark Side

My dreaming suns tapered into groves
Of mandrake plants and roots of cleft shadows,
When the bootstrapped heels of tramping dusk
Kicked my reveries that they dissolved to dust and husk,
Bowling in a spiral down a nightshade path,
Fracturing against the moon-stained tombs epitaph,
Dispersing among the graveyard grasses,
Flying bat-like against chapel window glasses,
Evaporating around the puritan wood pews,
Resting on the turning of infinite screws,
Laying on the altars of burgundy and stone,
Sacrificed for a knick-knack of crystal and bone.
Such is the duplicitous heart of the dark side,
Outer limits of a rat arsed world split wide,
Where the edges and meanings blur like smoke,
And white-eyed girls blow kisses for a joke
To settle like ghosts upon frosted blue lips,
Until time reverses, trips, flips and slips
A drunken stutter of moonwalk proportions,
A flock of masochistic temporal distortions,
And dreams, or truth, whichever is preferred
Become the children of yore, seen but not heard.


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Untitled #45 / Scribbles

Gray scribbles scratched into black desks
the pent-up hatred of a thousand fiery days
J.Y.’s work is lost, but his rage
radiates and multiplies in our quiet moments


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A Cocky

A cracker and a cocky,
They are playing hockey,
A cracker is no longer,
A cocky licking a finger.

A cocky bought a hen,
But hen has no brain,
A cocky is searching egg,
Without cock a hen is fig.

A cocky loaded a pony,
But he was little funny,
He eats much and walks slow,
Always weeps when seeing a crow.

A cocky bought a pig,
That was only a dirty rag,
He always wants something to eat,
Otherwise has a fence defeat.

A cocky thinking to buy a cow,
He managed a land what how,
He also brought a Saxon dog,
He will be guard to everything log.


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Rust Temple

Echoes
Of timeless deliverance
Bells sway involuntarily
The rust temple had known
Every holy saint…
I bred them


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Untitled #66 / Tell me, Oprah!

“The blended orgasm: how you
can have one tonight!”
Vaginal and clitoral perhaps? Tell me, Oprah!
I do not know what this is. Tell me, Oprah!
I wonder what Freud would say:
“She wants her father and a penis
and I want money and a reputation”
Are his words not true? Tell me, Oprah!


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #44 / Thin

Plug it in! Pump it up!
Thin as a razorblade, the device
turn back and look at other lost people
and KILL/SHUN


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #207 / My face is sunburned crimson

My face is sunburned crimson, the skin
on my forearms is peeling off, bruises
appear on my biceps, a red gash
gashes across the front of my shoulder, my calves
tighten, my thumb joint
makes it painful to write, I can’t really explain
what’s wrong with the side of my neck
but my heart feels good
for the first time
in twelve days.


Details | I do not know? | |

Written Invitation

Pen crusade comes to a victorious conclusion.
Or has the poetic safari just started under way?
As I give John Hancock my approval,
Immovable decision is my signature.
My writing hand must release the poetize child into a mysterious world,
Knowing a critic is born on every street corner.
Years will permit;
The good,
The bad,
And O!
The Ugly.
The pretenders of poetry parties,
"Poetical taste I drink from Champagne Glass."
"O' by the way, tasteless! They must give up the pen."
One ear & out the other I shall remain,
For the realm they know,
Fistful beer bottle soul.
Some in gentleness of correctable hearts,
I can only pray for this kindness in every way.
Cereal box reading others comprehend.
Some in love,
Simply lie in words,
"Yes, a masterpiece!"
O' Lord,
Please.
Downfall this is indeed!
Truth is like salt on an opened wound,
Insanity within shorten delay,
Time takes away the pain.
Than,
Those who seem average,
The astonishment sometimes bring the poet to shame,
Only to invite overwhelming joy.
From the writer's womb to nursery's heart of mine,
I give the un-wondered,
Public arena,
Permission.
What ever becomes of my child,
Glory in the million of books,
Or crucify to the extreme.


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Sarah

My god! Is that you, Sarah?
I haven’t seen you in twelve years
and we’ve only been living seventeen.
Isn’t life hard? How’s it been for you?
I want to hear what happened to that
yellow jacket that flew around your garage door
and filled my tiny soul full of fear.
I want to hear what your parents thought
when you pushed me off the dock into the lake,
and I sputtered around under the surface until
some heavenly hand reached in and fished me out.
I want to know if you remember
what we did alone in my room upstairs.
I want to know the story of your
every waking moment since that
spring afternoon we waved goodbye
and almost never saw each other again.


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Knowing the Mystery

You talk to me
About the bible all the time;
I see you as an armor of my soul;
I wish I am like you;
Having the talent and courage 
To invite others,
To return to the light.

And, I pray:
“O, God give me a better understanding
Of knowing the mystery of your words,
That I may use it, for your glory. Amen!”

I know, God created us 
With a mind to think;
So perhaps it is not by chance, 
That you’ve easily mastered his words,
You are intelligent;
I think I’ll hang more often with you,
To get insight that I can use for building my life.

I think I’ll study the bible every day, 
To have more chances of knowing him;
I think I’ll enroll for a theology class,
To fulfill my dream of becoming, exactly, like you.

Alas, God didn’t reveal his mystery to you,
‘Cos you’ve desired to out power Him;
Now, I don’t want to be like you;
I better want myself, me as me, simply me;
I believe you, no more!
You’ve a cruel heart, like a beast… 
For how could you abuse a young soul, me?


Details | Name | |

Doesn't Matter

What do you think?
I also have desires,
Doesn’t matter, I am poor,
You are rich.

What do you think?
I amn’t alive for needs,
Doesn’t matter, I can’t afford,
Or you can afford them.

What do you think?
Growth is only your destination,
Doesn’t matter, you can easy maintain,
And it is hard for me.

What do you think?
Respect and honour is only your wealth,
Doesn’t matter, you can easy claim,
And it is hard for me.

What do you think?
Thought comes only in your mind,
It is a matter, you can’t befool me,
Contribution is also my aim.


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Why is Hate?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my colour,
You need to define it,
What is a best colour?
And why?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my religion,
You need to define it,
What is a best religion?
And why?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my language,
You need to define it,
What is a best language?
And why?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my poverty,
You need to define it,
Why am I poor?
And who is responsible for it?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my skills,
You need to define it,
What is your disability?
Why can you not learn?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my nationality,
You need to define it,
Why do you prefer your nationality?
How can I improve my backwardness?

If do you hate me?
The cause of my Birth,
You need to define it?
What caste and race is best?
And why?

Let’s cooperate to learn,
How can we become a human?
Animals, birds, flowers and human,
That is a bunch of nature,
Nature provides a life to live.


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Crawling Down the Social Ladder

When I was born,
And for the first 5 years,
We lived in Brooklyn,
"King's County" you should know,

Then we moved to "Queen's"
Yup, "Queen's County" 
A small step down the royal ladder,
One that hardly seemed to matter

Next, I went to "Nassau County",
As if on a royal cruise,
Maybe a royal vacation,
Didn't seem like much to lose...

And now I'm in "Dutchess County"
And I'm startin' to see a pattern,
When will end?
When I finally reach Saturn??

So let's take the logical steps ahead,
At least those until I'm dead....
I guess by all rights,
Next will be "Earlville" in my sights,

Followed by "Knight'sbridge" I
would tempt to guess,
You see where I'm heading?
This surely is a mess...

Next "Serf-town" I would predict,
Any lower, and I'll be sick!!

But we haven't ended our descent,
Cause from there, to "Leper'sLand"
I went.....

I'm not even go on any further,
Cause the thought becomes too scary,
But if I had to venture a guess,
Sometype of slimy worm, I'd think...
would be Mother Nature's last jest!!!


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Corner Lounge

Hottfest 3, i.e. a
bass drum through the heart, snare drum splitting eardrums, guitar strings
resonating same as the fibers of my heart
sweat dripping down dancing bodies, each soul in the room animated with the 
spirit
of that demon called Music. There was no lounging to be had in that corner of the 
earth, 
however, and when I but stepped outside 
I was a world away, returned to my home of desolate buildings and solitude, of
pious reverence of the sun, moon, and stars,
the change heightened through contrast as though a leap from a cliff. How fitting, 
then,
that I should decide to stop by the used bookstore on the way home, and go
rummaging through bins of forgotten books, free for the taking,
until my hands should grasp one titled Desolation Angels.
To find a book whose very title matched the desolation I felt that night more 
strongly than ever
at first seemed a function of chance. Later, however, I imagined that an angel 
had indeed
delivered it into my arms. But now I wonder – 
is it not possible that
every birth, every death, every life intervening, every rising and setting of the sun, 
every story of conquest written in the blood of the innocent, every 
change in the seasons, every first frost, every new flag hoisted above the 
timeless earth, every 
blade of grass that peeks its head above the soil, every smile, every new face, 
every teardrop, every milestone marked by mankind in its relentless forward 
march,
buried in the dust of time, forgotten, at last returned to the void,
every old friendship, every new lover, every laugh, every kiss, every 
moment spent in the company of those we love, or silently alone,
happens by chance, and for a reason?


Details | I do not know? | |

Equal Opportunely

Duel!
Choice your weapon.
Elephant,
Or 
Donkey-
Why?
They both leave a messy trail behind thee.
O!
And how it stinks!
Who purchase the bigger shovel to clean after all this?
Middle class,
Taxpayer,
Remember?
Yes!
One fight wars overseas,
The other wrestling battles with poverty.
No.
Compassionate heart for the needy I have not lost.
Do not get me wrong,
I still believe in the government.
But!
I can not help at this moment to see,
Middle class can use a tax break hand out.
So in what I say,
Equal I stay,
For both side I must declare.
I am not impressed,
Specially when I am picking up the expensive tap!


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Untitled #41 / Pathetic

Pathetic watches C-SPAN at home
the monotone drones of your leaders
the New World Order
silent, the people
in their hearts lies change.


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Not Long Ago


I would like you...
to read this poem, not ‘cos it’s different 
from the rest of mine, maybe, ‘cos I wrote it, just now--- 
five minutes ago. Although, I believed 

...that I gave my best for this write,
yet still, it needs attention, the pleasing
sound of your heart, 
as you caress every word of it. 

A rhyme, skinned from geranium’s lips...that November 
whispered me, a song, of two birds I saw, hanging on 
an oak tree. What’s there below, in silent gaze, peeking 
at them? Do you know the color of their days? Oh, I still 

recall, vividly, the color of my yesterday: let me 
remember you, hmm, I think it was… Ahh no, I’ll just leave 
that to you, untangling the spell, yes the spell, of my 
adolescent years, hidden in this poem, of not so long ago! 


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Open Your Eyes

I saw my brother yesterday on his knees, but not praying to thee.
I saw my brother yesterday smoking a little pipe, thinking that will make it al right. 
I saw my sister last night walking the street with her head held high, but God is 
no where in sight.
I saw a father cheat on his wife, his only explanation was she is not treating me 
right. 
I have seen nations start war, without knowing what the war was for.
I have seen a man take his bare hands and robe another man of his life.
I have seen children raped and starving with no peace in sight. Never being able 
to taste and know the true meaning of life.
I have watched water's rise and reclaim it's land, because it is more of it than 
their is man.
I have seen races of people in slaved and murdered because of their skin color 
or religion.
I have seen the Earth being turned inside out, being robed of all that is pure in it's 
might.
I saw a baby born yesterday, with heart and soul pure as heaven overflowing. 
Was that  your new beginning yesterday or could this be your end tomorrow?


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Untitled #64 / Out of a moldy cavern

Out of a moldy cavern I step into the afternoon sun’s radiant warmth
All around me pounds the pulse of life,
yet, among this crowd of my peers,
no other soul feels the Dharma nature. Still,
in their words, their movements, their expressions,
their sighs, their laughs, their struggles, the Dharma
preaches itself to me. Now I walk
straight forward through this cacophony,
slower than ever, no eye contact, deliberate through life,
knowing well I was on the point of epiphany.
There! A forest path reveals itself!
Upon it one lonely soul shoulders the
burden of his backpack as he plods his way home.
Oh, to forge every dull routine of life
into a miraculous, marvelous moment
is to put and end to your rebirths
and drink forever from the Fountain of Youth!


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The Empty Space

Everybody has seen it,
In the empty space,
Where the colour had appeared,
And it was known as a rainbow.

Very often after the rain, 
When droplets were quiet,
The winds were enjoying a calm,
The Sun once again warms the land.

Everywhere climax was cool, 
Greenery was catching the eyes,
Nobody can see Air,
But somebody projected a film in the space.
 
Nature was delivering a movie,
‘The mother of all powers,
As a bridegroom has covered her half face,
And her beauty was achieving a special touch.

Dark and white cloud were running a race,
As horses in a racecourse, 
And gathering was screaming,
As Clouds were thundering and lightening.

Freshness was smiling very close,
But the children were playing in Mud,
And also little sparrows,
They were bathing and dancing in little pools.

A Life was smiling everywhere,
As buds were opening their eyes,
And soft leaves were fragmented for new friends, 
Bees and beetle were coming to kiss them.


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ON FEAR

ON FEAR 
Iff eye am afraid they smell it. 
They say among themselves, L()()k he IS afraid. 
and they sneer 
Iff eye am not afraid,they sense it. 
They say among themselves, L()()k he is NOT afraid. 
and they sneer 
Iff eye am cursing OR quiet, 
alone or with someone, 
They say among themselves, L()()k who does he think HE is. 
and they sneer 
Somewhere in the darkness,they is fear, 
and they sneer, 
Sneer Oh Darkness and be afraid, 
and fear. 


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Traveler of deeds (2005)

You’ve been more places in a day I’ve been in a year
Dirty thing yet rewarding and keep me clear
Been in too many people’s hands 
Wrap you in tissue, bags or bands
A friend to accompany you in the department store
But when you’re gone I don’t know when you’re back for sure
It takes one of you to cause a fight between 10
Are you guessing what am I then?
A gypsy, a trouble maker and the bread and butter
Too much of you and people stutter
A travel with deeds and cause good and greed
You coat everything in honey
You are money 


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A Slogan

(Dedicated to 
President George W Bush)
I were poor
And struggling for living,
Why did you hate me?
If you was wise.

I were illiterate,
And struggling for education,
Why did you hate me?
If you was social.

When I asked you for food,
You asked me to kill someone,
The cause of your benefit,
I were a criminal.

When I asked you for shelter,
You asked me to sell drug,
The cause of my poverty,
I were a criminal.

You was rich and intelligent,
You believe in justice,
You know about a standard for living,
You want to enjoy peace.

What was wrong if I were innocent?
You raped my younger,
And blamed me,
Because I were crying for justice.

What is a vision of peace?
If you exploited me,
Only the cause of your education,
Your status is holding a right.

You can kill me or rape me,
You can kick me or punish me,
You deliver injustice and disturbance,
Is Peace a slogan to befool me?


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Used Cars

Marriage? Pull out the flesh calculator.
Love, number bottom of the list.
Spouse first? Five will do.
Me! YES! One over all!
Sex above the friendship?
Chuckling;
Communication can be established in the golden years.
"My need!" 
"Yes indeed!"
Puzzling thought from my inner being;
Three moments down the bumming road, 
"Can I be truthful?"
Sensual pleasure takes a nose dive.
Backup plan?
Friendship never established in the beginning?
Thinking time! 
The individual thoughts? "It must be the other side lose."
"What about me,  what I want in the desires?"
Yes! 
The trade in! 
The big 'D' word. (Och! From the writer.)
After all this,
I never knew God made people in the image of used cars?
In time, 
Trade-in dealers get traded off to loneliness.