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Details | Rhyme | |

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Lyric | |

Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


Details | Narrative | |

1-15-10 look into my eyes

i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was 
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve 
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.


Details | Free verse | |

High School Sharks

I can already hear the whispers
Before I open the door
Walking down the corridor
Fluorescent lights beam down
Illuminating, my faults
                                                    “Look at her, she think she’s bad, doesn’t she?”

High heels clicking on linoleum tiles
Hips waving regardless of assaults 
Lips uncurled into a blank expression
"How the hell am i going to get through this hall
without slappingone of them?"
Head up, eyes open but unseeing the ugliness of it all
It happens everyday

“I can’t believe all those guys like her, what the hell do  they see in her?”
			“She’s just another whore”
		      “I heard she’s not as smart as they say she is”
“I knowww, she probably slept with the teacher to get into the A.P classes”
     “Yeah, that’s the only way, there’s not possibility of her having a brain,"               
                                                       "she’s too cute”
                              “She’s not that cute you know”
                                                  “she’s probably just easy, all of those pretty girls are”
                 “I wonder where she got all her clothes, probably from the 99cent store”
             “nah, too good for the 99Cent store, she probably stole it, stupid Mexican”
    “Haha, I know, she’s so poor, I bet she stole that  purse too, it’s too nice for her”
          “She’s so straight-edge, tree-hugging, boy-friend stealing, attention hog..”
                                                     “Stupid ugly slut”

Oh PLEASE, they don't even know me
Lord, spare me from these Barbie clones
That spawn over generations
Bleach blonde hair
With purses as big as their bodies
Hollow heads with a button nose

These, Sharks, beady eyed, immense jaws yawning
Try to eat victims alive
In a single gulp
Flock together like vultures mercilessly to consume
Girls worthy of attention
Blood-thirsty villains
Disgustingly morose

I laugh when I hear them whispering
Their attacks
Are bent on bending 
Twisting reflections in the mirror
When really, it’s beautiful
Inside and Out
I know what I am and could care less
About what they think
                                                                                       Jealously..
Is flattery, 
Keep talking about me, your making me                                    Famous
Movie Star Status, I have what they                                                           Want 

I let them feed on my inner glow
It’s what attracts them, you know
Until they get so full of me
That they
EXPLODE

 


Details | I do not know? | |

What If

Hey people why you listen to the people that don’t matter. You all get mad when the talk 
sh&t and when they put you down. Why do you think they continue to do it? It is because 
they get a reaction out of you and it drives them to get more. They feel like they have 
control over you and they are your masters and its pathetic. I’m not innocent no one is. 
Everyone does it either because they have had it done to them or because they feel like 
they have to be noticed. I’ve realized if you just laugh and completely ignore them you will 
have a better life and it will make life out to be better then what you thought it could ever 
be.  I know I can’t say I’m fully able to ignore everyone but it’s a process I have made a lot 
of progress and I have learned I am a lot happier and feel way better when I just laugh or 
walk away. If people actually stopped and didn’t say anything and laughed about it more 
people would stop bullying. I know it’s very hard to believe me and it’s a process I think 
everyone needs to take. Who are they to judge you? You are the only one who needs to 
accept you for you. If you can’t accept what you are and what your personality is without 
being embarrassed about it you can’t live with anyone else. If you stop right now and think 
about all of the times you retaliated and said something back at the person that was 
bothering you did it get better or did it get worse and ay what if I don’t say anything maybe I 
won’t get angry and maybe they will leave me alone. If you can take the first step even 
though it is the hardest one there is to take you will have a better outlook on life and 
yourself and you will be happier then you could ever imagine.  I don’t care who you are if 
you will only make the first step the next steps are a lot easier and you will learn to live life 
to the fullest and it will make you have more friends and you will have a better life style and 
you will have more fun instead of always being mad and sad and depressed. If everyone in 
the world would just take that one fateful step it would make all of the difference.


Details | Free verse | |

You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


Details | Couplet | |

The Black Sheep

Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.

So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.

Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.

Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.


Details | Senryu | |

Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Free verse | |

Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-
IOUSLY?


Details | Quatrain | |

Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Lyric | |

I Just Want My Life Back

Dedicated to everyone at Freedom Middle School
06-07
I love you guys with all my heart

The hallways are full of laughter, 
The friends are full of love
The good friends are playful,
Giving each other a little shove.
The classes were a bit of a challenge,
The tests more of a breeze
Studying was the hard part
But it put our minds at ease.
The drama was overrated
The fights were way too many
But the make-ups and break-ups made a difference
And made us think a plenty.
The teachers were our light
That got us to where we are
Even connections, useless as they seem to be,
Will help us go really far
The hearts were full of words unsaid
As we took our final steps
Outside the doors, into a new life
As we drew in our final, middle school breath.
The eyes were full of spilling tears
That cascaded down our cheeks
The sun was shining, so how could we
Be feeling so very bleak?
All of it is now a blur
I wish I could go back
And change everything that I had done
Just wipe it away to be packed.
But we can't change our mistakes in the past
And we can't relive our lives
As much as we wish we could return
To the place where our last tears together were cried.
The middle school years were the best
And we're sad to see them go
Especially those who didn't say a lot
Who didn't let their true love show.
We were alive when we were at school
Because we were with the people we loved
Our memories are the best token of that year
Even jokingly being shoved.
But now that all my friends are gone
Onto high school, seperate ones at that,
I'm still here, silently hoping
Wishing that I could go back.
But our time there was for the best,
And this has hit me with a hard SMACK!
I love everyone there, and now I have to say
I just want my life back.


Details | Imagism | |

facebook our mass media

I’ve become so numb 
Due to the mass media
The images that we see today are from our own viewing 
Not knowing the effects that we show 
Come old or young we are all based on the wealthy 
Views the show TV … beam me up Scotty take me away
Take me to a place were TV shows us what we wanna her 
But we should not endear
This is their world not our day to day
Read beatify magazines they will only make you feel ugly 
Skinny the thing to be, hay American high school that’s the place to be 
Give me space while I lick my face 
This is ace as this has no trace 
Gang hoods
They must be thieves, this is what we no 
As tv showed me, just like cloth around the face told me 
Run like
 Cee U Next Tuesday………………….
  In a bit, smoke some weed 
Hay that dude must be black like 2PAC
Rap and grime their all commuting crime 
It’s not true there just writing lines with rhymes 
Just like me and you 


Details | Free verse | |

Sunday morning in abstract space

Waking up in a dorm
 
Sunshine streaming in
 
Voices outside rambunctious on sidewalk
 
Traffic abides like automation
 
 
 
Heading to the dining banquet
 
Wondering, wandering
 
Who am I in the world?-
 
Quickly, feet now moving mechanically
 
 
 
Last night was a total blur,
 
Recalling bodies pulsating with nerve
 
On a sweaty, winding floor
 
College faces streaming out of hallways
 
Watch out! The world's behind you...


Details | Rhyme | |

Walk Of Shame

Walk Of Shame

Did you see that girl walk by?
I can tell, she got a guy
It's 9am, her hair's a mess
Sunday morning in a party dress?

Mascara run, lipstick smeared
She thought, this hour, all coasts were cleared
Oh but no, her I did see
And as she stumbled, she saw me

High heels on, cell in hand
Back to the dorms, she walked on Grand
Walk of shame, oh how you expose
The true nature of the hoes

Guys wake up to chill on their lawn
As freshmen girls grudgingly pursue on
Calling out, "Well how was your night!?"
Girls wish their walk was out of sight

I just laugh and point them out
More so notifying all via shout
"Walk of Shame, that is you!"
These young girls, they've got no clue

The ones who get it, then take off
Again next weekend, it's never enough
Get any guy, hooking up's their game,
But each time regretting the walk of shame.

You might think I judge too hard
Not giving them the innocent card
I shouldn't talk, I'm such a hypocrite
That was me yesterday morning, I will admit.


Details | Free verse | |

School

They give us knowledge, but not the desire to know it
They tell us how to speak correctly, but not to speak with our hearts
They teach us the definition, but not the feeling
The goddamn meaning of life, but not the point
They give us a key without a door
Then tie us down when we try to carve out our own
And wonder why we dont go anywhere


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)


Details | Rhyme | |

Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.


Details | Free verse | |

Destination, Naples

Destination,
         Tampa
                a college party
         we arrive

Finally!!

Carrying
       Coors Light 30 pack
                   cans
                       already,
     my mind is far from right

        USF

a theme party
         throwback middle school 
            dance
                 I'm focused 
                                               WOW
       standing in front of me
                                               "hey"
                       "I really like those pants."

                     having to remember 
      what i wore in eighth
grade
                  came with such difficulty
                               i wore something home made
                                                                       A
                                                              knitted 
                                                    pullover
                                                vest
                                          black
                                  over a 
            Fruit Of the Loom
white tee
     white gold, 
              rested
                  on my chest
and Ralph Lauren
      blue jeans
                    
                  beer pong,
                             card games
                                        bikinis galore
                         pink, white thongs
                crazy insane 
what was in store
 
staggeringly
            Drunk, 

                       half naked  
                  colligiates dancing
                             with intoxicated grace
         inhibitions
                  not tonight

            I stayed
                               all through 
                              the night
                    danced with
many females

                             Alright

      my next destination, 
Naples
i must leave 
                            at first light


While living in Florida i ventured to beaches, resorts, college dorm parties, and all out 
mayhem.. this is just one of many tales....... This was definitely a VIVA Vacation....


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


Details | Free verse | |

It's a really obscure poem, you probably haven't heard of it

Oh, you’re cool. Deck.
With your battered copy of Naked Lunch
tucked away in your thrift-store
		-satchel, it’s definitely a satchel-
that holds your cigarettes,
the ones you bummed last Wednesday,
and the extra scarf you keep with you
	at all times
just in case your neck gets cold,
which it seems to often,
even though its brother is always
wrapped loosely around your neck.
That iPod in your hand
with the huge headphones
		-for better acoustics-
is playing that band you like,
the one with the synth player
who can also play both
the didgeridoo and keytar
at the same time,
but I don’t think that’s the reason
that they only have five fans
or that that’s why you like them.
It’s okay,
I won’t tell your friends that
you pay your rent with a trust fund. 
		-Isn’t that ironic?-
I’ll keep your secret
the way you keep quoting Kerouac,
who you only know of
because of high school English class.
And no,
I won’t tell them either
that you hate the taste of coffee,
and miss eating bacon,
and actually think that tattoo
of a Palahniuk quote
		-“Your heart is my piñata”-
translated into Finnish
is not as clever as it was
the first time you tried cocaine.
But don’t worry. 
I won’t call you a hipster.
That way you don’t have to
pretend to hate it.


Details | Ballad | |

Heraldry And Tribute

I'm just a sputtering old fool,
Muttering old school rules,
When times made more sense,
And neighbors were your friends.

Now trapped by utter frailty,
And fear of today's reality,
My moistened eyes fasten,
Upon the new age reaction.

No longer do we aspire,
No longer do we inspire,
Religious or national pride,
For now we must take it all in stride.

That which can utterly,
Steal pride in God and country...
Oh I'm a sputtering old fool,
Just muttering old school rules.

You open doors and say Mamm',
You do everything you can,
You give to the poor and especially,
Love your neighbors, friends and family.

For it is in giving all that you have,
Caring, sharing and loving all you can,
Which tells the greatest story about you,
And lives on in heraldry and tribute.


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
collide
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside


Details | Rhyme | |

Oodles of Joy

"Oodles of Joy"
In the morning of everyday i 
start
I make a food that's really 
smart
Crunch'em, rip'em, and pour'em out 
As saliva pools form in my 
mouth 
Put it in the mic for just about 
three
Impatiently  watching those 
beautiful noodles waiting for 
me
When the time Is up
I Pop it open and take them out 
And start shoving "Oodle's of 
Noodles" into my mouth. 
 
Khalil Wali


Details | Rhyme | |

Not Sofa King Cool


          A
College Dorm sleeps
Four per room
Keg party 
Loud
Too much Boom

           A
Drunk freshman sleeps
Where he falls
Coeds toss him on 
The sofa 
Instead of snooze in
the halls

            A 
Sorority girl 
Named him  
“Sofa King Tool”
Now he feels like a Fool
Not Sofa King Cool


Details | Haiku | |

School

School is place for DRAMA
School has alot of DRAMA kids
School is a place for DRAMA


Details | Free verse | |

The Nobodies

We are the nobodies
Unloved, un-hated, un-phased
Outcasts of the world of popularity.
Banished to the fringes of existence.
Finding joy- is a rarity- no solidarity
Always seen at a distance-
because we are the resistance

Nameless faceless and speechless-
When we speak the response is an echo
Bouncing around in a black hole
We can't hide from it so lets go
Into the darkness of our abandoned soul

Alone, lost, and shrouded by darkness
left to face the shadows of heaven
Lost in life- Our suffering is endless!
To each other we are brethren. 

We are numbed by pain
And blinded by shame
we are social life's bane
playing popularity's game

We are the nobodies...


Details | Rhyme | |

Conflict of Self-Interest

By: Amy

I need  to study, cannot go out...
‘BUT THAT PARTY I HEARD ABOUT!’
I’m so behind, I simply must work...
‘BUT THERE’S A KEG! WHAT A GREAT PERK!’

I have a paper, and test real soon...
‘BUT THERE’S TOMORROW, JUST WAKE AT NOON!’
I can’t take a hangover on a Sunday...
‘BUT THE PARTY TONIGHT’S 281 HATHAWAY!’

I’ve so much concern, my GPA’s sunk...
‘ALL THE MORE REASON I SHOULD GET DRUNK!’
I’ll be too tired, the night gets so late...
‘CAN’T STALL LONGER; THE PARTIES WON’T WAIT!’

Really, grades worry me, school’s been tough...
‘BUT THINK OF THE GUYS, SO HOT, SO BUFF!’
THIS IS TRUE! MY DECISION IS RIGHT!
‘TIME TO GO OUT FOR ONE HELL OF A NIGHT!’


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

PENNY WISE AND POUND FOOLISH

The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million

If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters 
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand 
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?

Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes 
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools 
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts

If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security



Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Revised- Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle...

That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !


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Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless 
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
bare.
skimmin’ 
	skippin’ 
		scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical 
warfare.

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 
lit 
missile. 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”


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Children Listen

This is a poem.
It's not abstract.
So if you just sit back and listen,
you'll understand
I'm going to say this poem twice,
so listen with your heart the first time
but listen with your heart again

Say good morning when someone says good morning to you
Speak when spoken to
Look a person in the eye and be confident even if you're not
and be willing to learn what you know not

Don't be so quick to speak out loud
and then cover your mouth in shame 
once you realize what just came out
It's too late - so think before you shout

Be accountable for your actions
Your character is defined by what you do when people aren't looking
because when they are
They see in your behavior all the doings of the heart
So be honest with yourself and do the right thing...it's not hard

Learn!
Use life's resources
I know what it's like to be in dark places
going through trials - unhappy child
But learning and reading and growing is all relative to your future
So escape in a poem or good book
and don't let the enemy defeat you

Stay in touch with positive members of your family ties
Record yourself saying wonderful things about your life
Recite them daily...then write

Be the first to offer respect
Stay calm
give others a chance to talk
Be humble, but never nobody's fool
Don't allow others to mistreat you
Stand up for your rights and have a voice,
but do it with dignity and be tactful.

And girls...
Go ahead..wear your skinny jeans and your bangles
but accept other for their style, their view
see things from their angle

And fellas...
Pull those pants up..tuck those shirts in
and stop trying to be gangsta
If I can see your underwear thats unacceptable behavior 
and it's not okay
It's embarrasing to the struggle and it's a disgrace

It's time to move past the stereotypes of race
I know you got alot to face
but once you learn what your ancestors did to get you to this place,
It will seem like a walk in the park
and you'll be proud to have helped the case

Young people I tell you
if you follow these rules
You can change the world
and become a generation renewed


Details | Narrative | |

High School Days

We are not perfect by no means at all,
some are too skinny, some are too tall,
I  was always the tallest in my class,
until High school, then I found my match.
5' 7'' kinda tall for a girl,
then I decided, I wanted to twirl,
The football players always kidded with me,
but I knew they were flirting, they really liked me.
My hair was long, and blonde as can be,
they told me not past the shoulders, little Crissy.
I had to pile it up, but it never stayed,
stringy haired twirler, out on the stage.
Now , I think back to those football games,
remembering those memories, of my High School
Days.


Details | I do not know? | |

Popularity

It's all about fancy clothes,
What's expensive and what's 'in'.
Dolling yourself up before school,
Cover up that blemish on your nose.
Stay fit, and looking thin,
It's a surefire way to stay cool.

What's the latest news?
She did what with him?
Ew, look at his outfit.
So what, I like these shoes.
Hey, we can't all be slim.
I don't want to be 'cool', why submit?

I don't care, I like my friends,
I like to be my own self,
I like to do as a please.
Hey, I got a message to send,
Show you aren't a product put on a shelf,
Show 'em all, Popularity is a disease.


Details | Couplet | |

Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...



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The Way Towards Great Hope

Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God
With active participation
In the Sacraments


The baptized
Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
The Holy Eucharist, communion
So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ


4202013


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What Makes A True Friend

What Makes A True Friend?

What are the qualities that a friend should
have – that which would make a true friend so true?
A friend is one whom you like to be with
while a true friend insists on being with you.

A friend likes you when you have so much in
common. True friends like you who for who you are.
True friends make you feel as though they are at
all times near, although they are very far.

A true friend is one whom you can always
talk to, even at night when it is late -
when loved ones are asleep, a true friend is
always there to hear what you have to say.

Friends like to share, but a true friend always
gives you – not what you want, but what you need.
The feelings you hide, as well as your thoughts,
and your dreams, a true friend can always read.

A friend may forgive you or they may not
forgive, for something wrong you've done to them.
A true friend forgives even when you don't
ask. True friends forgive - again and again.

Friends are close when you are close to them. A
true friend wants your friendship to be closer.
A true friend does what is best for you, and
hates that you would end up with the losers.

A true friend teaches you lessons to help
you grow – lessons that are hard and easy.
A true friend is always there - having a
true friend can never make you feel lonely.

Friends may sometimes make mistakes, but a true
friend is always careful not to hurt you.
A true friend is a guide and a teacher.
A true friend knows everything you go through.

The true friend I mention is our God,
who kept you company before you were born.
The friendship of God, if you truly keep
and cherish, you will never feel forlorn.

The true friend we all need is God (Allah) –
the One who guides and can teach us lessons,
the One who hears our calls and understands,
the One always near – in every season –

Allah, as a Friend, never judges us
by the way we look and how we appear.
Allah, as a Guide, if we ask Him for
guidance, He guides us and makes our paths clear.

Allah is with us – each day and each night –
He is always there when all are asleep.
Allah always listens when others don't.
He gives you comfort when He sees you weep.

Fortunate are those who have Allah as
a Friend. Friendship with God is friendship true.
May Allah bless me with His Friendship and
May Allah's Friendship be shared with you too.

Ameen. Allah knows best.

Miriam / Mariam Mababaya


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tHE gRAVE yARD Of LoVe






                                



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 destroy.
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.


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Canoe, Cabin, and Camp

Row, row and sing,
Rest, rest and listening.
We'll listen to the lullaby of a siren's voice.
We''ll hear the ambience
Of the night's silence.
Walk, walk and talk,
Stand, stand and be proud.


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Bullets rain tears

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


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Hateful Words

                                                  HATEFUL WORDS

Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you’re spewing them out to?

If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life.  Is that what you really want to do?

It may seem like innocent fun when you’re bullying other kids.  It’s not!  If you keep doing it, your life’s going to be nothing but a gigantic flop.

If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop!

I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react.

I would say hateful words to their face.  I would say them behind their back.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me.

I didn’t like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be.

So, I immediately stopped using hateful words.  I’m so glad I did.

No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid.

	   Al Johnson


Details | Quatrain | |

What effects has covetousness or Greed in our souls

Covetousness or Greed begets 
In our souls unkindness
Dishonesty, deceit
And want of Charity or Love


Details | Carpe Diem | |

THE ACCOUNTABILITY OF OUR OWN BEHAVIOR

as adults we must be accountable for our own behavior
if we expect the same from our children.
when children see political leaders in compromising positions, 
adults fighting in court rooms, PTA meetings and city council sessions
and fathers and mothers verbally and physically abusing each other.

how can we expect more from them
 when we are not holding each other accountable?
do we blame the media with their reality shows?
do we hold them solely responsible for exposing our youth to all of this?
they say just change the channel or turn off the TV
but that is not an answer not is it the solution to a growing problem

society has made this type of behavior entertainment
if not for its shock value  but to boost up the ratings for revenue
parents fighting and attacking children and coaches at little league games
celebrities going to rehab on a daily basis
sports figures and officials throwing games
professional athletes committing felonies and only getting slaps on the wrists
and then they have the nerve to suspend a child from school 
for DRAWING A PICTURE of a weapon
hypocrisy at its worst

judges taking bribes
doctors molesting their patients
teachers have sex with their students
yet we have a ZERO TOLERENCE POLICY with those same children
who are we kidding?

behavior is learned
and like any and all animals in the wild 
the young are taught by example
its time we stop naming names and placing the blame on others
and look to thine self
its time we stop with the excuses and start holding ourselves accountable
for our own behavior before we impose rules on our children


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Adventure In The Outdoors

Paddling, struggling, striving,
We're canoeing and living.
Camping, hiking, sleeping,
We'll be journeying and dreaming.
Eating, singing, lifting,
We are having an adventuring.
Paddling, leaving, packing,
We're going and floating.
Arriving, accomplishing, celebrating,
We'll be returning, our homecoming.
Remembering, wishing, thinking,
We will be having lasting memories.


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Grattitude First lesson in Christian Living

Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog.  Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
 
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
 
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
 
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
 
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
 
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges.  Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you.  Introductory sample
 
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities.  Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
 
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
 
You’ll go round it.  Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
 When Gratitude’s mastered.  Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.
 


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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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Genesis

Genesis received no love as a kid,
 Hated herself as much as everyone else did.
 Never understood how happy children felt,
 Never comprehend that she needed help.
 So she lived life with many insecurities,
 Fed them throughout her life, manifesting obese ignorance &
 Unborn fatalities.
 Poor Genesis.
 Unintentionally subscribing to everything unpretty,
 Failing at school & society,
 Celebrating the self fulfilled prophecy.
 Created illusions of grandiose propriety,
 Just to conceal the pain that everyone else could see.
 No one ever said success was easy
 But clearly not a soul infiltrated to help her define her destiny
 So she imposed her tragedies,
 Exasperated her misery,
 Spread it like angry poison ivy,
 On every ambitious individual who exuded positive energy.
 A victim turned bully, incarcerated within,
 No determination or confidence,
 just a replication of her beginning,
 A cycle of reminders of what she could have been,
 So hard, so cold, she sees no need to repent.
 How many Genesis’ are there in every family?
 In every industry?
 Hating women & men & children alike,
 Yelling consequences & smiling, unaffected by the outcries,
 Simply because it represents their lives.
 Karma & Affection, seeming to ignore her existence,
 Painful, sleepless nights when the world is resting,
 A sad series of events leading to an even more painful lesson.
 Let not the world celebrate her demise,
 Let us pray for her soul & her afterlife.
 
Someone somewhere loves you Genesis…
 


We usually pray for the victims of bullies and try to assist them. Often, the actual bullies have faced unbelievable pain and circumstances themselves. As a teacher, I have seen the pain in both groups. THIS is dedicated to the bullies...


























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This is Who I Am

I am me; and I know there are going to be people who do not like me

But I can not change the way the feel about me and I'm okay with that

Why change them, when I wouldn't want them to change me?

They are who they are, and I am who I am

This is who I am: I am Emily, a person that tries very hard not to judge people

This is who I am: I am Emily, I will be anyones friend; It does not matter what they did

It matters that you take them in your arms and hold them and tell them your here for them

Even if they walk away, it matterd that you showed them you cared


Details | Epigram | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Loneliness Is A Powerful Thing

Loneliness is a powerful thing...
It always hurts your feelings

When somebody tells you wrongs
About your beliefs...

When someone stabs you verbally
And emotionally scarring you for years.

All those fears, turn into fear of
Being true and strong-willed for yourself...

Other people may never remember your pain,
And pretend it was nothing like they took it in vain.

Loneliness kills you when you see
What others might have and you ask "Why can't that be me?"...

Guiltiness of envy causes even more loneliness,
The kind of feeling that tells
What kind of spells negative thoughts put on you...

Forcing you to believe
That what if everyone hates you.

Feeling hurt and corrupted after hearing others...
Saying you're bad to others,
Making you think "They don't understand anything..."

Feeling ignored and bored
When you start to feel left out,
You start to doubt about the friends you have.
(Any kind of) Loneliness is a powerful thing...


Details | Epigram | |

Untitled #341 / So much problem-solving

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


Details | I do not know? | |

CRITERIA OF THE JEWISH CANON 11022011


In the several centuries 
Before the coming of Christ
The Jews in Palestine re-examined 
Eliminated some of the books 

From existing collection
As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as 
Of doubtful inspiration
The Pharisees set up four criteria 

Which their sacred 
Books had to pass 
In order to be included 
In the revised Jewish Canon

(1)	They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law)

(2)	They had to be written before the time of Ezra

(3)	They had to be written in Hebrew

(4)	They had to have been written in Palestine


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Remembering Tom

Just like cleaning the kitchen floor,
The school convention was such a bore
Dire Straits flyers preoccupied the walls,
As pompous cheerleaders strutted the halls
Rosie Garcia such pretentious feign,
Was once a friend but never again
An island girl who came from Saint Kitts
Her favorite snack was cheesy tid-bits
Throughout her voice came a complex tone
Not a Hammond organ, but more of a trombone
Like a pushy vacuum salesman that comes to your front door
She had great fame and fortune yet still wanted more 
As in the word UFO, she was out of this world
With her outrageous hairstyle and her frizzed up curl
Rumors were she had lost a big gig
Reason being she’s such a pig
With her boyfriend, I prefer wine and dine
He's totally handsome and exquisitely fine
Like nuclear waste having a dangerous impact,
Two of them together was like a suicidal pact
Spandex boxer shorts were the trendy thing,
But to tell the truth they were not for spring
His eyes they emitted a laser beam
Right then I felt as if drifting downstream
Unlike lunar craters made from a depression
What I felt for him was more than an obsession
To think about it she wasn't a big issue,
like a easily removed bruise from a Listerine soaked tissue
I felt as if going through a chronic insomnia
Through hallucinations came a terrific idea
I would let everyone think she's was totally insane,
And that she had wormholes within her brain
Then again she would become total has been
Receiving her similar dose of medicine,
In the end I would be the one that he adores
What can I say than I just cannot be ignored.

©RashanaKing2010


Details | I do not know? | |

Hate

I Hate You! Yo did it again. I don't know why i keep going back to you. You have hurt me so 
much. You say you love me then you stab me in the heart. You say your sorry and then 
cheat on me. I don't know why but you think it's a joke when you say you love someone you 
need to mean it. I hate you so much! yor are a a&& of a person. You need to become a 
better person. You have hurt so many peole. Love is something you don't take lightly. I hate 
you because all of the pain you have put me through, and it will never change


Details | I do not know? | |

worthless

"Why have I awoken?"
The thought when night was broken.
I pinched myself and groaned,
And sat there feeling doomed.

Prepared, like the daily routine
Rushed and ran to avoid being late
"Eat," Dad said. "No father, I'm fine"
Along the road, "today I leave all to fate".


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Right to Knowledge

Dare to question madness 
Valiant, ever courageous 
Interrogate absurdity 
What you find vexatious 

Never refuse to face 
Unyielding resistance 
Stay true to your beliefs 
Remain ever consistent 

If there is a price to pay 
For the right of knowledge 
And the use of that thereof 
Say no to mental bondage 

What truly does define 
Collection of the facts 
Information that you gather 
And how it does impact 

Is unrelenting bravery 
In the face of adversity 
At whatever cost to you 
Refusing intellectual depravity 

Does pride have a scholar 
Possessing an education 
A wealth of information 
Yet lacking determination? 

To who do we really owe 
Development and progress 
Corrections of miscalculations 
And errors now behind us? 

The ones who stood firm 
And fixed in their direction 
Unswayed by obstruction 
Deserving of reflection 

Those we often praise 
The ones we often admire 
Are those who've attained 
Achievement of desires 




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




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We're Living in a world today

We livin in a world today,
Where its streets over home
Heartaches where pain rome…
Its guns before goodies,
Babies before books…
Boys before brothers,
& family below lovers…
Its sex without rubbers,
More baby showers than graduation parties
And more funerals than weddings…
We’re blinded by lust, 
And trapped without trust…
We’re living in a world today,
Where everybody falls a victim to the street..
A bullet is the only thing they seem to meet;
Everybody’s a follower,
But nobody leads!
We’re living in a world today,
Where only parents read..
The obituary is one thing they probably 
Aren’t too happy to view..
But the kids who listen:
Its only a few.
It’s more obituaries than honor rolls
And this is what we live in…
Today


Details | Senryu | |

sagging baggy pants

sagging baggy pants
below buttocks reveal an 
insecure person

so pull them up, hide
your offensive parts, find your
purpose for living

become more secure
by using your talents to
make a better world


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KiddieKat Crawl

Pitter Patter kitty's natter,
meow on the wall
eight to go after the fall-
what a whisker risk-er!
And such a minxy tinker!
The paws at the door
straight to the cupboard crumb
sneaky biscuits for the tum,
and into the hall a cry "Mum!-
What's for dinner?"


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Theatrics of American Justice

Welcome to system theatrics
An assembly of unjust antics
Where deception is no exception
Where justice meets apprehension

Welcome to a system failing
Its sole focus, rampant jailing
Is there hope for intervention
Or remedy for this convention?

Lady Justice, distressed and wailing
Crying out in constant ailing
Held hostage and kept hidden
She's helpless and overridden

Acknowledging the disparity
And lack of human integrity
Witnessing social disruption
And god-forsaken corruption

Mindful and careful direction
Rightness and moral correction
Is what our system needs
It’s what true justice pleads

Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Details | I do not know? | |

Non Catholic religions

You think Christ is not hurt
With loving what you thought is Christ
Loving Christ is being in His true Church
In Catholic or Roman Catholic you are not condemned but saved

In His Church
Ask R.C.I.A.
Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults
Is like a college Religion class

You will learn the truth
In other man-made religion bible are lies
What you’re reading is really the true Church
Not your own

It’s like a blind
Leading another blind
They would both fall in hell of fire
It is not the minister’s fault

Your own, rather take them with you
Both of you learn the truth
For every man they can be a deacon
Bishop and Priest are not with a wife

For Jesus Christ is a High Priest
Great Prophet
Only Son of the most High
The Redeemer

In RCIA, you will receive 3 important Sacraments
Baptism
Confirmation and
Holy Eucharist or the Body of Christ

We want God to be pleased with us
Eternal Father told the people 
To Listen only to the Messiah and
The One I sent

What are these Christ like churches?
Non Catholic churches?
People in there are already condemned
Being in Catholic or Roman Catholic, you are saved


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The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Cottons Southern Man

More than a man, the south made.
Black and white, south one started, 
great oaks refused no man a child
to hang about it, call dark christmas.
Hallow was a name, old now hollow.
Stigma inside wears grey cotton
memories, alive die uncompensated.
Here, electricity has that sick sweet  
smell about it, as if it were once alive.
While morality, debates in pockets 
of isolated votes packed together.

Is It Poetry


Details | Ode | |

HIS WEALTH 1

HIS WEALTH

He was renowned for farming 
ploughing lands as large as atlantic  
but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea
beyond the sea all he got

Down here, his roof leaks
his town roads untared
they make use of his wealth
to paint their town more white

he thinks his wealth is safe 
but the value they use
promising him security and secrecy
to shut their mouth from his people

his pots occupied
by cockroach and rats
as had been aboandoned by his wife
his children grow everyday
developing big belly and head

He goes back to use ibeleju as lamp
but he claims to be rich
his children goes fishing to pay their fees
the school fees he has refused to pay

they built a school for their wards
and beg them to look inside papers
nobody pays a penny
those are the people beyond the sea

his wealth is intact
but had been used
times without number for their anuual budget
they beyond the seas

Worms leak his intestine
and his offsprings from six to two
he took their looks to the people
the people beyond the sea

they gave him a name "Malaria"
Malaria took them all
contented he came
carring no less for his kwashiokor wards

His bicycle like buried iron
yet he appears before his kinsmen
to speak in language that tingles
they smirk at him

though the gods let him live
his expliots and wealth
managed and utilized by the people
the people beyond the sea

he claims to be learned
while they have brain washed him
he trusted them
and left our heritage

the gods forbide
our black heritage
that our fathers died to protect
like our brotherly love

Our heritage
that forbade greed
he forgot our maxim
that of Unison

him that our fathers gave the "Ofor"
the Ofor that represents power
power to protect our interest
our black interest

the gods bear us witness
witness of our unquenched suffering
starving in front of plenty
plenty at the so called bank

banks beyond the sea banks
the name for their civilised theft
theft because they use the value
the value of your wealth
to reinforce themselve

the Ofor has fallen
from his hands
the gods has departed  from him
but he will not believe

our chambers now lagoons
lagoons from the light shawers
our tables now canoes
and soup spoons paddle

mosquitoes now our pets
nursing our children
our working age amended
starting from 6  to sleep

our heads now bald
not from age
but from fetching water
water from the eden 


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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


Details | Quatrain | |

What effect has envy on soul

Envy begets in the soul a want of charity for our neighbor
Produces a spirit of detraction
Backbiting and
Slander

11272011


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Mortal Angels

Mortal Angels as people are unemployed these days
Ask help for certain Mortal Angels
Today and everyday
They will not refuse to assist you

12132011


Details | Rhyme | |

A Child's Chance At Life

Long ago, a parent, could assume,
about a children's whereabouts, and they be right.
Now, in the new age, that were in, a parent,
not even once, can leave their child, out of sight.

All because precious, is no longer sacred,
a child is vulnerable, in so many, a degree.
For there, are predators, everywhere, you never know, 
whom they are, and where they might be. 

However, everywhere, a parent can't be, all the time,
instead must equip, a child with, the defense, to survive.
Teaching and preaching, to instill, in them, the truth,
so they won't be gullible, in believing, the alluring jive.

Then finally hoping, a chance is being given,
for that child, to truly, become an adult.
Because when innocence, from a child, is then taken,
their progress, goes to a screeching halt.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Fish Food

Junior High right?
YES.
Stop feeding my fish.
They are not hingry.
I fed them the real stuff,
Not the fish food u feed my fish.
They don't like that fish food.
It tasted bad,
They dont like you,
Stop feeding my fish that drama you like to call fish food.
Its not food its drama and it needs to stop.
It hurts my fish.
It hurts me to see my fish like this.
You make them cry.
That fish food is expired so stop bringing it up nobody wants it.
My fish are full to the rim.
Drop it and stop feeding my fish,
with your fish food i call drama.


Details | I do not know? | |

Words

as soon as my back is turned,
it starts.
Those cruel, harsh whispers,
None of it true.

They try to keep their voices low
Not low enough.
I hear snippets of conversation
full of hurtful nonsense.

No wonder I want to leave.


Details | Free verse | |

Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


Details | Blank verse | |

I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


Details | Free verse | |

A Shooting

A shooting today-
a southern technical school.
14 dead.

A young man leaving
the safe place he built.
22 dead.

A community terrorized-
a single lone gunman.
31 dead.

A storming tragic event
leaving questions, asking answers.
33 dead.
33 Dead.


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HISTORY OF THE PROTESTANT CANON 11022011

The difference in the Catholic 
Protestant Bibles arose in the following manner
The jews living in the few centuries before Christ 
Were divided into two groups

The Jews dwelling in Palestine, speaking Hebrew
And the large number of Jews scattered
Throughout the Roman Empire, speaking the Greek language
Consequence of the conquest of Alexander the Great of Greece



Details | I do not know? | |

Remembering Him

I can’t pay attention,
They have deprived me of my perception.
My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful.
In a room of people who never knew him.
So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade.
I was the M.C. at his graduation.
He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award.
“Thank you”, he said.
Everyday in my mixed grade class,
He would sometimes make everyone laugh.
I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough
From seeing him and his crew everyday.


Details | I do not know? | |

Honestly can you answer this

if you feel alone in this world your not alone. i wish that everyone had a fair opportunity to 
have all the joy in life. love, peace, hope, tranquility everyone needs it! it is hard for some 
people to show someone that they matter! popularity does it even matter when the price you 
pay is losing yourself to all of the important things. everyone is unique and everyone is 
special. wake up no one person is better then another i dont care who you are. people who 
think that they are better then other people whats the deal. are you serious? why do you 
think you are better. more people like you? are you sure they like you for you or for who 
you pretend to be? see there are people that are more deserving to be liked because they 
accually show their true selfs. is it hard to care about people even though you think you are 
better then them? can you honestly give me reasons why you are better then them. Honestly 
if you can give me 10 decent reasons that metter. not things like cuter, hotter, better 
clothes, more money, better at sports, if you can give me at least 10 reasons that arent bull 
then i will shut up. if not then at least have the decentcy to give someone a chance thed 
deserves it. i hate that and i wish people would not lose themselfs to popularity okay. its not 
worth it if you lose yourself in the process.


Details | Narrative | |

Invisible Music

My ears are ringing, singing
to the tune of invisible music
as I fall into bed after a
short, scalding shower after a
long, exhausting night of dancing at the clubs
after I left the game with that beautiful,
beautiful young black-haired lady after
I spirited her away from her friends in an old sedan
after I called to see if it was okay after
I spent an agonizing hour eating in silence in a
restaurant with my friends who all had dates
after she called to say she couldn’t come,
her little sister needed her, her friends were coming over,
after I thought we’d set our plans into stone
after we spent hours on the phone talking the night away
after I had asked her to Homecoming,
after I had first laid eyes on her,
after I had changed my schedule from Film
Studies to Creative Writing
on a whim.


Details | Sonnet | |

Dorm Room 2011

So what would you do
if you woke up one morning to
a sign on your dorm room door
saying in no uncertain terms this is for 

warning you that the reek in the halls
has exceeded the tolerance levels
our policy calls for?  C'mon y'all!
We know we accept brilliant devils

but we expect you to at least 
bat your eyelashes to the fact
that there's a pretty dang dangerous beast
out there.  We hope you can call on your tact

and moderate your in-your-faceness
enough to where it deserves its effectiveness.

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

actually, this is sorta a semi-sonnet, but i went with the closest could think of


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 | Free verse | |

Mayhem in the Mourning

Sleepy, I walked down the senior hallway
The last door on the left seemed miles away
But I was determined to make it
It was 7:26 in the morning, assignment due 7:30
My hands were sweating bullets
Felt as if every senior had their eyes on me
Assignment in hand, I started my journey
Nerd, jocks, cheerleaders all bunched together in one walk-way
You would think I was a running back, of some sort
Dodging the potential mayhem
Judy with the big booty was being so loud
Laughing and screaming with her friends
Drew and the crew obnoxious as usual,
Were going over plays, at least it looked like it
Trampling any victim in their path
The Nerd Bird flocking in e=mc2
Calculate who will have a date in time for prom
Starting with Judy, my hands were no match
The sound waves catapulted me into the lockers
Side to side I juked, spun, and jumped
Like a magnet bouncing off the rhinoceros crew
For the Nerds, I only had to say one thing…
“I already have a date for prom…”
That sent them into a mathematical frenzy
Looking at their watches they said, “Prom is exactly
218 days 13 hours 27 minutes and 10 seconds away…
There is no way you have your date!”
While they babbled on I was on the move
The last mayhem was upon me: The hall monitor
He already saw my awesome display of athleticism
But didn’t find it amusing, He was one of those guys…
If you dropped a piece of paper on the floor, detention
I just distracted him by saying, “I didn’t have breakfast…”
We both didn’t know where that came from 
So I just kept waking while he was still confused
Stumbled into class, discrediting my previous display 
And turned in my homework assignment


Details | Free verse | |

Karma of a career lady

She clings so tightly
 
To capitalist trench coats
 
Burning folks with kerosene rope
 
Coast to bloody engine spokes
 
 
 
The map is tarnished 
 
Glass ribbons shrewd from her eyes
 
(I minus I) is her demise
 
Constantly cutting back
 
And reinventing new blood
 
 
 
She recedes with definite sin
 
However, gory details aside
 
You're still a girl with a dream
 
Nothing more, nothing less


Details | Blank verse | |

Campground

Crickets chime,
Nightlit clouded water shines.
Raindrops lightly pour on me,
Who knows what tomorrow will be.
Sleep in a cabin,
Sit round a fire.
Talk like we'll never tire.
Voice of the darkness
Singing within silence.


Details | I do not know? | |

Convinced of Our Goodness 11042011

I MYSELF AM CONVINCED ABOUT YOU
MY BROTHERS
THAT YOU YOURSELVES ARE FULL OF GOODNESS 15:14

THE APOSTLE PAUL had not met the Christians in Rome when he wrote to them
He must have been aware that they
Like all people
Had their faults and committed sins

Yet he says he knows there is goodness in them
Paul was a positive-minded missionary
That is one reason why he was so successful

We can choose to be faultfinding
Cynical
And berating of others by highlighting their faults
Like Paul, we can seek to find some goodness in them

I often recall the advice of the famous spiritual teacher
St. Francis de Sales
“If you must err, err on the side of gentleness”
I have not met most of you who are reading this 

But I believe you are striving to excel in holiness
Continue your efforts
Do not become discouraged
For I am convinced there much goodness in you

Readings and Gospel
Romans 15:14-21
Psalm 98:1-4
Luke 16:1-8


Details | Rhyme | |

Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Price of Faith 11122011

… WHAT YOUR CHILDREN MIGHT BE PRESERVED UNHARMED WISDOM 19:5

MY FATHER’S FAMILY left Russia in 1917
At the urging of their parish priest
“If you want to keep your children safe in the faith
Go to America!”

German-Speaking Russians
Soon afterward their 13 year old daughter
Margaret had been raised in the Church
The Family continued to trust in God

Today we honor St. Josaphat, patron of the Ukraine
He was a man who loved his country
Loved his Church even more
Speaking courageously about unity with Rome at a time of schism and division
His bold stand eventually cost him his life

St. Josaphat
Like Margaret’s family, reminds us 
That trust in God
Is the only source of true safety

Readings 
Gospel
Wisdom 18:14-16; 19:6-9 * Psalm 10:2-3, 36-37, 42-43
Luke 18:1-8


Details | Prose Poetry | |

87

 87 
87 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
StudentLimbo 
 
Fantasy 
 
There is a student living on the SIXTH floor of the lieberry because the computer 
will not let him use it and he can never find a seat even if the place is still half 
empty. He starts near the doorway in the lower deck of the student only area of 
the information commons (yes it's still open to the public but no one ever sits 
there) then he walks up threw the main part where all the students sit and copy 
parts of pictures with some text all meant to be some grand and glorious cosmic 
joke for they seem to be working for the printers ink for the printer just to work just 
to go on printing one more grand and glorious joke. He skips the second floor 
where there is sabios and goes up to the eterminals then he stays a while and 
droll he is thinking he may play a game an actual computor game but no no one 
gets up no one leaves the area he lurches up the stairs now on a dead run 
moving quickly past the remains of the few sabio left that work for searching 
books no internet throwing up on the outdoor rug as he nears the sixth floor stop. 
He lost his mind in 1963 using LDS drugs and playing with his own autonomy he 
leaves this world in agony as he sits upon the roof of the Hayden lieberry he 
looks down at the canopy covering the awning of the entrance and he 
contemplates a jump but he is way too chicken now for lunch he eats his heart. 


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No Salvation outside Catholic Church


From Pentecost forward
Church always taught the necessity
Being formally incorporated to Church
St. Peter, the first pope

Told good Jews, they needed
To be added to Church to be saved
These devout Jews
Were practicing the true religion

St. Peter under the influence of the Holy Spirit
Informed them they needed to believe in Christ
Be baptized into His Catholic Church for salvation
Those who would not heed this teaching

Were not added to their number
Those who were being saved

Jacqueline 11262011


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CANON OF THE BIBLE 11022011

The Bible contains 72 books
(Or 73 depending whether Lamentations listed as a separate book
Not as a part of Jeremiah)
Varying length from a few hundred words to many thousands

Together, these books comprise the official list or canon of the Bible
These books
45 were written before Christ
Called the Old Testament

The other 27 books 
Were written after the time of Christ
Called the books of the
New Testament


Details | Quatrain | |

Independent with People

We are independent with people on earth
Our mortal angels are always there to assist us
But, we can never be independent in everything
God is our everything

12132011


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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)

11282011


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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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Dude in homeroom

Dude, guess what?
Yesterday, I got to go through my dad’s dealership
and pick out a sweet ride for my 16th birthday!
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod
And it’s got chrome-covered wheels!
Wait until the guys get a load of this!
Dude, this weekend, wanna go get drunk?
Ah! Dude! I totally saw my wellness teacher
at the Rush yesterday! She was
benching more than half the football team!
I could totally take her though!
I’m not going to let a woman tell me what to do!
Dude, I better retake the ACT this Saturday
I totally need a 16 to play on the football team
at Northwestern Kentucky State Community College!
Remind me not to drink too much after the game!
And we’re totally gonna smoke Blount County! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Dude, this guy totally looked at me funny
in the bathroom between classes! Man, we gave him the
hugest swirly! You shoulda been there!
Dude, I got practice after school today
but afterwards, you wanna go roll that queer in Bio class?
Whaddya say?


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Till Death Do Us Part

Honey, it's hard that you're miles away
How I wish you can be here by tomorrow
tomorrow can turn out to many tomorrows
From sadness of missing each other to happiness wishing forever

If one day there's a war, they would call you and I cannot say no
How sure are you they will never call
Honey, I don't wish to be left alone with our children
They would need a father figure and you're not there

I need you there with me even though I don't know much about you
All I know is you're searching for someone like me
I'm sorry to say that I need you too
To help the people of God surrounding me

No one would like me because I'm disable
I want them to see, they thought wrong about me
I'm trying to do the best I can
Sometimes the one I did is better than them

Prudence of working hard
Tolerance and time are needed to reach success
Being together to plan of moving forward
To reach happiness, till death do us part


Details | Lyric | |

A boy and a girl

I remember the day I first saw her face on the school bus such an uneasy place
we both were shy it took months just to talk soon enough we would always walk
from the stop to her house were I d stand uneasy the sweat would pool in my right hand
One night late after school she came to my house I tried to be cool 
she asked if I would like to go out of course I did but I was nervous anxious filled with doubt

we spent a whole summer just hanging out some times I got so nervous I wanted to shout
I recall how she first placed her hand in mine I was sweating so bad I was losing my mind
the touch of her fingers in my sweaty palm gave comfort unknown and a relieving calm
I realize now she was just as scared but she seemed so calm ready and aware

she became my very best friend but even I knew the summer would end
before the fall came an took her away we spent time with each other everyday
a few weeks before school started again we went to the park are spot back then 
she looked in my eyes for ever it seemed I was confused and young I almost screamed
then she leaned towards me with the sweetest touch she said shed miss me very much
and then it happen her lips searched and found mine out in that moment it removed all doubt
an innocent peek between dearest of friends learning how such things have there ends
after school started that year she moved away I have not seen her since that day

Forever she holds a piece of my heart the innocents we shared was ours from the start
even tho Ive grown a lot since then that young love is for thick and thru thin
we never took not a thing from one another we held each other up learned from one another
I wonder if she thinks of me I think of her and lonely nights I hope she lives happily
youth is something you cannot keep I miss those days on the grass we would sleep 

somewhere inside the shy little boy waits for the day he might see that girl once again
the soul that taught me how to love and to be loved how to end and how to begin
I know ill never see her again I know its only memories something lost to the past 
if I would have known it would end that way and be over so quick so dam fast
I would have told her more of the true me maybe then Id feel whole at last
sweet first love I hope you find a life of love and find your faith in the god above
she will always been in my heart and mind and for now we must leave us behind


Details | I do not know? | |

Group of Catholic Converts--Renewal Ministries


WHO DO YOU SAY I AM
An Encounter with the Messiah

In two shows from The Choices We Face,
Debra Herbeck shares how her Jewish upbringing
A Family tragedy led her to a personal encounter
Of the Messiah to the Catholic Church

WHAT CHANGED A LIFE?
Ralph Martin’s Story of Conversion

Ralph Martin shares his conversion story
From roots of his faith in Ireland
His Catholic upbringing in New Jersey
Search for truth and meaning in the turbulent 1960’s

A Place Called Home


Award winning documentary hosted by Ralph Martin
Chronicles the inspiring conversion stories of 5 individuals
A powerful tool to help others see and believe
In the power of God to change our lives!

The Wanderer Returns

These two shows from The Choices We Face
Well known singer Dion speaks candidly
About his rise to stardom 
His journey back to the Catholic Church

Crossing the Goal-Our Father
2 disk DVD/ Approximately 4 hours

Focusing on the Our Father
The Crossing the Goal team presents
A powerful game plan for incorporating the Wisdom
Of this prayer to everyday life

Renewal Ministries
www.renewalmistries.net 


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Fruits of the Holy Spirit


Love, Joy, Peace
Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness
Gentleness and Self Control
Gal 5:22-23


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What virtues are opposed to 7 Capital or Deadly Sins

Humility is opposed to Pride
Generosity to covetousness
Chastity to lust
Meekness to anger
Temperance to Gluttony
Love to envy and
Diligence to Sloth

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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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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

11302011


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Fear of the Lord 11132011

CHARM IS DECEPTIVE AND BEAUTY FLEETING
THE WOMEN WHO FEARS THE LORD IS TO BE PRAISED
PROVERBS 31:30

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED
Over the years to cross paths with a number of women who fear the Lord
It bears saying that none of them is timid soul
“Fear of the Lord” in Scripture, of course

Means Reverence
A deep appreciation of the power of God’s presence
That transforms people
Making them both confident and courageous

Still let’s not be too quick to throw charm and beauty out the window
Charm and beauty keep us going
Whether they are found in the little encounters of daily life or in the refinements of high art
Charm and beauty are reflections of the creator

The more we appreciate them
Though they are only fleeting
The more we reverence the One who has made this glorious life possible
Gracious God, thank You for the worlds You fashion for our enjoyment each day


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Reason to Rejoice 11032011

REJOICE WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND THE COIN I LOST LUKE 15:9

WHEN MY FRIEND CALLED to tell me the story of how she lost 
One of her expensive hearing aids
It sounded similar of the lost coin
Diane described how she had taken care of 5 or 6 errands in a day

During that time she placed her hearing aids in her pocket
When she returned home
One of them was missing
Diane hurried back to all places she had been

Retracting every step she searched for the precious item
Her voice held such amazed joy and gratitude 
As she related the moment of actually finding the tiny hearing aid
No wonder Jesus used a story of losing and finding something of value to describe the joy God has over “one sinner who repents

When I hesitate to let go of an old hurt 
Avoid repenting of my wrong doings
I hope the memory of my friend’s enthusiastic discovery
Will nudge me to give the Holy One another reason to rejoice

Readings and Gospel
Romans 14:7-12, Psalm 27:1
Psalm 4, 13-14, 
Luke 5:1-10


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Setting Aside Distractions 11112011

ON THAT DAY, A PERSON WHO IS ON THE HOUSETOP AND WHOOSE BELONGINGS ARE IN THE HOUSE MUST NOT GO DOWNTO GET THEM, AND LIKEWISE A PERSON IN THE FIELD MUST NOT RETURN TO WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND LUKE 17:31

A FRIEND FORWARDED me a silly “chain” email recently that read
“If your house caught fire 
You only had time to grab one thing before getting out to safety
What would it be? 

I believe it offered the stipulation that your family could all get out on their own
The point of this guery was to help you gauge what one material object 
Holds the most meaning for you
A photo album? A computer? A piece of jewelry?

The point of this Gospel passage is that when the choice is between God and anything else there should be no contest
If we are too bogged down with our stuff
Whether those material objects
Interior anxieties or superficial glitz

We could miss the ways God is inviting us 
To be agents for creating better world
Try to set aside all distractions for an hour or two
See what you are missing!

Readings 
Gospel
Wisdom 13:1-9 * Psalm 19:2-5
Luke 17:26-37


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How were the merits of Jesus Christ applied to our souls

The merits of Jesus Christ are applied to our souls through the Sacraments
Especially Baptism
Penance
Which restore us to the friendship of God

11282011


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I Tried

I tired to fit in
But you still pushed me away
I tired to see the way you do
But you still turned away
I tired to be the person you wanted me to be
But you still didn't except me.

I tired to act like you
But you said I'm doing it wrong
I tired to be in fashion
But you said its still boring
I tired to do so much
Just to hear a word of praise
But i guess trying isn't my place

I'm giving up
You should be glad
Just for the record
I'll tell you once

I Tried.


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YOUTH

smiles that shoot the room as girls appear

                                 
                        speaking in tongues youth can understand



life is difficult in the flash and go

                    
                         youth, the true aphrodisiac


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Jesus Christ Deal


Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Jesus Christ stopped Him
Told the Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Just don’t destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angiel Gabriel spoke to Mary
You have found favor from God

Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus Christ
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Jesus Christ created a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In there people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions


There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
Second is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they love Jesus Christ
Person who created their Church
Was the person they believed and loved

Jesus Crist is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned

J.R.M. 11162011


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' Mind - Meld ... '

“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …

… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities

Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A  Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter

Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map

How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries

… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us,  And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …

We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’

( … and Guess What,  Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )

… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries  ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery …                 ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )


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How did Christ show and prove His divine power


Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles
Which are extraordinary works that can be performed 
Only by the power received from God
Therefore, His sanction and authority

11282011


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Bully

My eyes darting aound.
My heart jumps to my throte then down.
My hand shaking.
And knees quaking.
I feel like im beginning to drown.
The hairs on my neck stand straight.
My soul isnt great.
Its mean and alone.
I ask for help but no, im grown.
Ill come back taller and stronger.
And ill fight longer.
Because i cant lose anymore.
This time im gonna set the score.
Though it feels like they constantly raise the bar.
Im gonna get over and march toward a star.
You cant stop me but you can try.
You can strain and pry.
But ill leave you on the ground and you can look up into my eyes.
And see how strong i am to your surprise.
Your just a bully layin on the ground now.
On the ground confused asking how.
To all the kids with a bully out there.
Get of the ground and hit them back.
Let them know that you dont care.
Get up and give them a good smack.
They wont mess with someone that cracks them back.
My lesson that i say.
Is to never let ANYONE get in your way.


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THE APOCRYPHA 11022011


Those books which were rejected by the Council of Hippo
Being non-biblical belong to what is called the Apocrypha
These books of the Bible
They are often well worth reading as they offer much historical information

Not otherwise available
However
Some of these stories
Slightly heretical tendencies

The Catholic use of the word “Apocrypha”
Defined aboveShould be distinguished from the incorrect Protestant use of the word
Protestants use this term to designate the seven books of the Bible included in the Catholic Bible canon

But not accepted or found in Protestant Bibles
These seven books are
Tobit, Judith, Wisdom, Sirach
1 and 2 Maccabees and parts of Esther and Daniel

Protestants call the books
Found in the Catholic
Apocrypha
The Pseudepigraphal books

Copyright, 2005, 2002, 1987 & 1981 BY DEVORE & SONS,INC.
WICHITA, KANSAS 67201
COPYRIGHT, 1970 BT CATHOLIC BIBLE PUBLISHERS
WICHITA, KANSAS 67201


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Blood Mosaic

A blood mosaic lay
Here before me
As I read the scripture on the wall.

The puddles of disgust
Soak my feet.
I surrender my mind
To visions that seem so real.

Weakness is
My enemy.
I throw dirt upon its presence.

Emotion streaks
their faces
And mocks my very intelligence.
I know better
Than to strike.

I forge my way
Into a world
That wouldn't have
Me other wise.

I, in return,
Mock their power
As I walk among them
Inside their secret
Lair.



~Written in 2003 (December) when I was fifteen.


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What does incarnation mean and what does redemption mean

Incarnation means act of clothing with flesh
So our Lord clothed 
His divinity with a human body
Redemption means to buy back again

11272011


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Reign

Voices Reign, 
Tall 
Short 
Skinny 
Fat 
Ugly 
Unwanted, 
She stands alone. 
In a mirror, 
She sees beauty. 
Here and now, 
She doesn't imagine the coke-bottle waist only attainable by purchase of the latest Barbie.
She sees beauty. 
Colors like the sun and the moon, 
The vast oceans to the unfathomable skies. 
Here in the mirror, she sees beauty. 
Until she opens her eyes, 
And voices reign.


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What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world


Drunkenness
Dishonesty and
Impurity
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times

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What do we mean by grievous matter

By ‘grievous matter’ with regard to sin mean that the thought
Word or deed which is committed must be either bad in itself
Or severely prohibited
And therefore sufficient to make a mortal sin if we deliberately yield to it


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Laity

From Greek laos = people
The common state of life in the church
Baptized, non-ordained Christians
Who belong to the people of God

11302011


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What do you believe of Jesus Christ

I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God
The Second Person of the Blessed Trinity
True God and True man
Great Prophet, High Priest and was anointed as the fullness of divine power


11282011


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Untitled #162 / "It was 130"

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


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Passion

Latin passio = sickness
Suffering
Term originating Christ’s Suffering

11302011


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THE BIBLE NEEDS AN INTERPRETER 11022011

The Bible is extremely difficult to understand
Even by Bible scholars
It was written in languages long dead
In the manner and idiom of the time

To interpret the Bible the Bible
It is not only necessary to understand the languages in which the Bible was written
But to understand the languages in which the Bible was written
Had the time they were written

The Bible, Therefore has to be understood
And for Catholics, the Church
Guided by the Holy Spirit
Is the official guardian and infallible interpreter of the Bible


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BIBLE BOOKS ELIMINATED BY THE JEWS 11022011

The application of these arbitrary criteria 
Eliminated Judith probably written in Aramic
Wisdom and 2 Maccabees
Written in Greek

Tobit and parts of Daniel and Esther
Written in Aramaic 
Probably outside of Palestine
Baruch, written outside of Palestine

Sirach and Maccabees 1
Written after the time of Ezra
By the 1st Century after Christ
This revised canon was generally accepted by all Jews


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Evolution

Latin envolutio = unfolding, development
The growth of the final form of organisms over millions of years
Viewed from Christian perspective
Evolution takes place as God’s continuous creation in natural processes

11302011


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The Cleansing of the table 11092011

HE MADE A WHIP OF CORDS AND DROVE THEM ALL OUT OF THE TEMPLE AREA. JOHN 2:15

PART OF OUR CHRISTIAN witness in the world 
To model the behavior of Jesus
We know all about this great acts of compassion and mercy
He taught us to be kind and forgiving

We know about turning the other check and loving our enemies
Rarely do we think of Jesus filled with anger 
Acting on that anger as he does in the cleansing of the temple
It is never good to let our emotions get the best of us

To allow our anger free rein
But any devoted follower of Christ can 
Should rise up in the face of defilement as Jesus did 
When he drove the money changers from his Father’s house

Anger (like love) is a powerful God-given emotion to injustice
Where we need to be concerned
When our anger turns violent 
Is confused with revenge

God of love and mercy, hear our prayers.

Readings and Giospel
Ezekeil 47-2, 8-9, 12, Psalm 46:2-3, 5-6, 8-9
Corinthians 3:9-11, 16-17
John 2:13-22


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Teachers and Students

At the eyes' corners
Such motley pupils hangout
For others' glimpses.


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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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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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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

12112011


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What do we mean by our predominant sin or ruling passion

By our predominant sin
Or ruling passion
We mean the sin into which we fall most frequently and
Which we find hardest to resist

11272011


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THE BIBLE DEFINED 11022011

Other source of supernatural knowledge is the Bible
In the words of the Council of Trent
Which enumerated the books of the Bible under their proper titles
The Church declares that she receives

All the books of the Testaments
Old and New
Since the one God is the author of both
The Vatican Council is more explicit

The Church holds those books as sacred
Canonical
Not because
Having been composed by human industry
They were afterwards approved by her authority

Nor, just because
They contain revelation without error
But, having been written under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit
They have God as their Author

The word Bible comes from the Greek ninlion meaning “the book”
The plural is biblia, was taken for a feminine singular
Testaments
The Bible is the Book par Excellence


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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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Twenty Years

Twenty years in which to learn 
Lessons great in value
Twenty years to be aware
Of what is real or untrue
 
All this time; I wonder if
I've spent it well enough
And what have I to show for it…
Is it merely piles of stuff?
 
Or something one can't easily grasp
Such as the love we covet
Given freely to someone
No misgivings or regret
 
By what scale, then, should we measure
The thing we call success?
I think it should be measured by
The people we have blessed
 
And how we've shown to those behind
The way to live a life
With grace and kind abidance 
Through the times of trial and strife




©Donna Golden
June, 2005 (Written just before my 20 year high school reunion!)


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Opening Our Souls 11102011

AND PASSING INTO HOLY SOULSFROM AGE TO AGE
SHE PRODUCES FRIENDS OF GOD 
 PROPHETS
WISDOM 7:27

IF YOU GO TO MILAN in northern Italy
You probably head first to the Duomo
The massive Gothic Cathedral in the center
After you tour it and walk amid the spires on its roof

You might sit on the piazza steps eating gelato with scores of others
Then you might descend to the subway, ready for another adventure
As you hurry through the hallway to catch a train
You’ll pass a locked door with a small window

If you look
You’ll see mounds of dirt and stones
But if you return to the church
You can visit that underground space by going down some steps in the back

Amid the excavations is an octagonal-darkness
Alone
Contemplate the font where St. Ambrose washed 
St. Augustine in the living waters of baptism

Then you can return to the bustling
Brightness, centuries later
But still held in the e3mbrace of the same Wisdom they sought
Found

Lord, open my soul to your wisdom and truth
Readings and Gospel
Wisdom 7:22, 8:1 * Psalm 119:89-91, 130, 135, 175
Luke 17:20-25





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What effect has Lust on our souls

Lust begets in our souls a distate for holy things
Perverted conscience
Hatred of God
Frequently leads to complete loss of faith


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Rescue

Help
Out of love, Eternal God sent Father Christ
His Son into the World
Because of sin, dying
Death of our earthly bodies, also eternal death

Father Christ spoke often about eternal fire
Awaits all those who reject Eternal Father’s merciful love in Father Christ
All who reject the Eternal Son rejects eternal life
He alone who he brings are condemned already

The condemnation is eternal separation from God
What Father Christ refers to as the “hell of fire”
The “furnace of fire”
The “unquenchable fire”

Hell is something man chooses
There are only two ways
Leads to Life
The other leads to death

For the gate is narrow
The way is hard
Leads to Life
Those who find it are few

The narrow way is Father Christ Himself
He said “I am the way
The truth
The life

Following Father Christ means
Following the Church He started
Following the way
Following truth and the life
No one comes to the Eternal Father
But by me”
In Jesus, the Eternal Father has made
A way to life for us

How foolish of me to refuse
I don’t like the means of help He has chosen
For my salvation
I chose to take the help He gave

11152011


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What is Freedom

I'll show them what they did to me...

I'll ruin their lives next.

I'll make them SUFFER.

See how they feel.

To be muted.

In this disgusting atmosphere.

The place that we call "school."

 

How awful of a life without freedom.

What is Freedom!?

Does it exist...?

Trapped here in this sickening place.

Everyone likes to call "School."

An atmosphere of over-whelming doom.

Why must I be used as a tool?

 

I hate them.

Feasting for blood.

I want their blood.

That will color my hair.

Blood.

Blood.

It will do the trick.

To feed my agony...

To escape my mind.

My question will be answered.

What is Freedom!?


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THE DEPOSIT OF FAITH 11022011

Catholic Church derives all teaching authority from tradition
Doctrine has come down from Christ
This tradition preserved in written form in the “Bible”
Contains the principle truths of faith taught to the apostles by Christ

Inspired men  moved by Spirit of God commit these matters to writing in early Church
Short time after Christ’s Ascension, maybe within 20 years
The need to preserve thse truths in permanent form was recognized
Before any book was accepted as “authentic”

However, 
Authority of an Apostle was demanded by Peter’s companion
Similarly,  though Luke was a man who had not seen Christ
Book gained acceptance through St. Paul’s authority

The Church has protected and guarded these books
Which contained 
The revelations of Christ to His disciples
Their Testimony concerning Him


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What effect has sloth upon the soul


Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
A disgust for prayer

11272011


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All these God does for you

He is never too busy for you
In fact, He 'longs for your prayer'
At any time of day or night
No matter where you are

You have full
Complete, and
Instant access to the Creator
King of all things

He listens to every word you say
He desires conversation
He knows everything
He made you and all that you love

He knows you intimately and only desires for your good
He will share your burdens and struggles
Rejoice with you in your triumphs


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Unfinished Business (The Lockdown)

Did you think you were cool?
to call in a threat?
You Columbine copy-cat,
you coward, you fool?

Teachers hear the “code,”
Teachers who’ve been trained to
hope for the best
prepare for the worst, 
the worst that could possibly happen
at this 
	or any
school

Students thought it strange,
didn’t get the news,
saw my fast moves,
the blinds drawn
door locked
hands that shook
the lights off

“In the corner, NOW!”
I pointed, afraid
that life or death,
my own, 
my students’
hung in the air

I’m not the self-sacrificing sort,
or so I thought,
wedged between my students
and the door,
the worry-wart,
the mother hen,

knowing I would hurl 
myself
at the gunman,
at the trenchcoat,
so that
younger
faster
bodies could escape.

Still, I hoped,
some
of
the boys
would 
join
me.

“Fight or Flee, do SOMETHING,”
the mantra learned at
Virginia Tech,
the lesson learned
the hard way.

Teen bodies sweat, now,
the smell of fear,
the floor hard, so cold,
the dark,
afraid to whisper,
we listen for sounds
footsteps,
whispers,
gunshots, anything,
outside that door.

Nobody knows…
“What’s going on?”
Chairs scrape upstairs:
“Fools!” I think, half hope the noise
draws the gunman
away from here,
but that I’m wrong,
it’s a scare,
all at once.

Hunger now,
stomachs growl,
it’s schools end,
we’re finally fed

And if we could find you,
the fool, so cruel,
who started this
it’s YOU we’d feed on,
US you’d fear,
a collective pride,
of Panthers
on the prowl.


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Untitled #169 / The floor is a racist

“I guess the floor is a racist,
it pushes black people higher
than white people”


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Untitled #164 / "Point A"

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


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O Jesus Christ

To turn away from You is to fall
To You is to stand
To remain in You is
To have a sure support

11282011


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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?


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Who Am I?

Betrayed by my own body

My sex inside

not who you see outside

Not gay, not straight

just different, many say weird

Belonging nowhere

Insiable hunger

Desperate need

Unquenchable desire

Unspeakable pain

Aching for every day privileges

enjoyed by most people

My soul crying

for what feels lost

Lifelong grieving

for what I don't have

My label is transgender.


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Farewell For A While

Feels limiting living in a small place...
I retrace all my sorrows and joys
In a region I’ve personally proclaimed as my home.
Within my mind is only a dream of another place.
Another desire and wish of mine is to be set free.
I am sorry, but I must leave... My mind shall turn into a fixated set of 
Feelings of missing of my young prayed-for angels
(My baby brother and my little sister).
Farewell for a while, my friends,
For I will go onto a journey (alone or not alone, doesn’t matter).
As I keep this decision (to be true to myself and honest of myself),
I shall be able to continue my very own life with precision.
So farewell and be glad for yourselves, 
Even when everything feels out of your own range,
Please remember how I perceived life through
Changings of thinking and changes of maturing mind.


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Don't belong

Me being here is like a lion stuck with a cage of elk. I'm so different from the rest. You stand around hopeless and relentless. I stand here with hope and full of strength. Can't you see the differences? It's like being in a hazard. We aren't a good combination, It's like mixing fire with ice. I'll burn bright while the rest of you melt. You are all the same, Scared of your own shadow. Can't you see I don't belong here, Stop being the same, Don't be afraid to be yourself. Or maybe, you are all truely the same. Oh, well if so, I'm not worried about you. I've got someone like me at home.


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Untitled #173 / Mrs. Lacey's motto

“See me after class”
Mrs. Lacey’s motto
now it’s our own


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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.


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Given So Much

Given so much to others in my life...
Written sincerities to my friends.
Forgiveness of their mistakes and
For those who once hurt me verbally.
Many times I have generously given
A dollar to those in need of it...

No returning owe to pay, they forget,
Yet I still remain generous and gracious.
I'd give my life for all my friends
If I could and ever have such a chance.
They my friends have not been with me
For as many times as they've been with each other.

My life journey though
Is of self-reliance...
My mind is of sincerity
And generosity.
I give so much...
Even though they rarely do the same,
I continue to this strong
Sense and feeling of loyalty anyway.


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Control

I treat people the way they want to be treated
Even when they put me down
I always manage to stand my ground
No matter what I do
or what they say
I'll never let them have there way
They can shout at my face
Curse my namesake
But why should I care
When there the one's being played?
I won't let them take control
I won't show them how I feel.
Thats just giving in
And if I'm correct 
I control my emotions
I control my actions
So, I think it's only fair that
I, should win.

End


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What is Sloth

Sloth is laziness of mind and
Body
Through which we neglect our duties
On account on the labor they require

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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.


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What is actual sin

Actual sin is any willful thought
Word
Deed
Or Omission contrary to the will of God


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Things necessary to make sins mortal

Three things are necessary to make a sin mortal
A grievous matter
Sufficient reflection
And dull consent of the will


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Tears

One tear for him saying he loved her and will be there
One tear for her falling for him and just wanting him near
For him not using a condom..thats one more tear
One tear for each of the 3 months, that passed
One tear from the fear of the pregnancy test she did not pass
One tear for her high school education she watched float away
One tear for her young age of 14 and not knowing any other way
One tear for her suggestion of the situation "getting handled" in a certain way
One tear for his rage as he wanted the baby regardless to stay
One tear for her telling  him that it was the best choice
One tear because he didn't let her exercise pro-choice
One tear for her persuading him and agreeing he'll go
One tear because when that day came, where he was, she didn't know
One tear for the pain she endure all by herself
One tear for the blood that stained her panties when she got home
One tear for he never again called her phone
and shed one more tear because she has to cry all of these tears alone
                                                  -Akiyah Francis

(Dedicated to my best friend and myself for the struggle we both had to endure, at least we
did it together)


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1-15-10 thoughts in my head

Sometimes I insolate mysef, just to be as alone as i feel. i smile, but if you would 
pause a moment to look into my eyes, you would see, im really crying. i bite my lip 
and look away from you, because im scared you'll see past what i pretend is strength. 
sometimes i sit, and count pills, or stare at the blade i keep in my drawer; my last 
blade, a keep-sake. everyone walks around smileing, but i wonder, how many of 
those smiles are fake? and would it change anything if we just took a moment to care, 
and see. how many of them are the greatest actors in the world? i want to disappear 
before my death comes. i experiance it every year. it is what has me today alone. 
memories can change a person forever. especially when we relive them, day after day. 
there will be three things in our ending; love, pain, and the never ending memories. 
our own guilt will lead us tp a personal hell. the question with no answer is; will we be 
saved?


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Gone are the days -Part III


When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
progressed
To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.

Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.

Gone are the days
We started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarkes tables and advanced to calculators and
computers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms,
corridors,Playgrounds,
under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When all the colours in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as
bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.

Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Co-Co" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the
confines of classroom.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual
Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever......


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What is Anger

Anger is an excessive emotion of the mind 
Excited against any thing
It is an excessive desire for
Revenge


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How is sin divided

Sin is divided into the sin we inherit from our first parents
Called original sin
The other we commit ourselves is Actual sin
Actual Sin  is sub-divided by greater amount of sin or mortal sins and lesser sins is Venial sin


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Go ahead and Talk

Go ahead
Keep talking
You should know that your words do not hurt me
In fact they don't make me weak
They make me stronger
So go on, keep talking
You think it hurts me
You think I'm going to cry
But it doesnt hurt me
And I will not cry
Your words just make me laugh
Laugh about how stupid 
And immature you are
So go on
Keep talking
Your not making me feel or look bad
Your just making yourself
Look like a bad person
I know deep down in my heart I am a better person than you are
So go ahead and keep talking
You will not bring me down!


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State Capital?

Where is it?
Is it north or south?
I’m so confused,
The map says Baton Rouge,
But not our head public official.
The home of the place,
Where we love high school,
Football whistles,
Where we grow sweet potatoes,
Greens, athletes, livestock, cotton and corn,
The place,
Well I should say, 
The region, where I was born.
Where the urban schools systems,
Are the cream of the crop.
Where school administrators don’t call you,
For a job interview.
Where you apply seven times
 For a position, that’s currently open,
And seven times declined,
I thought I currently live in the state capital 
That is physical.
But not the spiritual,
Nah, my people and hateful teachers do.
Where they wave the other flags,
That are red white and blue.
Darn, I’m all messed up, 
Or should I say messed down?
The darn state capital is Monroe/W. Monroe
My back wood tailed hometown.
 


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What are chief sources of sin

Chief sources are Seven
Pride, Greed, Lust
Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth or laziness
Commonly called 7 Capital Sins or 7 Deadly Sins 


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Feel Proud to be Who You Are

Everyone hates me, I can feel it
I can see the look of despise in their eyes.
The way they snicker when I walk by
Gives an eerie feeling of shame to my inner self.

Hold your head up high little one
A look of despise is a look of jealousy
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are

A push into the depths of hatred
Reveals a cut to add to this shameful life
A giggle to my name
Reveals a heart being destroyed.

Hold your head up high little one
Don’t let them take you to the depths of hatred
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

Nasty rumors take flight through the air
Making a tear of loneliness slither down my face.
Slander written through pieces of literature
Creates a stabbing sensation through my already shattered heart.

Hold your head up high little one
Rumors are from those whom wish they were like you
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

My shattered heart can’t take anymore
I feel so still and lonely
My tears of hurt and anger fall no more
Because I have dried away the shame and despise.

Hold your head up high little one
Your shattered heart will soon start to heal.
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

I am holding my head high now
The jealousy now all makes sense
My heart is rebuilt and my inner self is starting to glow
I am PROUD to be who I am.

Hold your head high little one
I told you that time would heal the pain
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.


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High School

Ah, that smell of bread from Home Ec.,
Just can't be real to me,
Because school just seems to be a part of everyone's misery,
But then I realize
The bread from there is as real as a bakery's.
And when I'm with my friend,
The fun of bugging her in the hallways
Never seems to end.

Then I take one more look at what school is like,
I begin to admit to myself
That it's not so bad,
But when my mother gets mat at me
About homework
I stress about how hard it all seems
And think that my teachers are all jerks.
But I always finish it off in the end,
And then the whole cycle goes around again.
The truth is, I always change my mind and say
My teachers are so nice that I could consider them friends,
Sometimes I only pretend to like them.

But what's worse then teachers
Is how I see people smoke
And hear their choices about drinking and parties.
I stare at them and think, "They're gonna be really ugly..."
'Cause I'll never give into peer pressure,
Because my only pleasures are a lot better.

High school is such a big thing,
That when the bell rings
A rush of students go up and down the stairs.
Once you get to class,
Sems like the assignment you get is a pain in the ass,
And it feels like the day will never end,
Especially if you don't have a friend.

I always want to sleep-in, but when I wake up
I think school is so lame,
And sometimes I sleep through the whole day.
And when the sky is grey,
It always seems to be trying to say
That there should be no sun rays on a day at school.
But then, I think through it again and believe that there will
Always be good and bad things in whatever life will bring.


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Memories of 'Shirley Corner' school and' Miss Ball'

The old school bell would ring out at the start of the day.
Chalk on blackboards, shirts and ties.
The school colours of green and gold.
Crowded classrooms, with very little room.

Lunchtimes were spent in classrooms,small and crampt.
No kitchen, the meals brought in.
Meals served up by Mrs May and Mrs Coles.
Dinner ladies Mrs Turner,Mrs Burd and Mrs Bolt.

Four classes, plus one held in the village hall.
My class of thirty seven, tables in long rows side by side.
Janet and John books then Peter and Jane.
Classroom Assemblies were the norm'.

The headmaster Mr Collier strict and stern.
There were very few facilities.
Mrs Bird,Mr Scott,Mrs Collier and young Mss Ball.
And Pre National Curriculum....

The children having separate playtimes.
In the tiny playground, there wasn't much room.!
Outside toilets, cold in winter.
Morning break;children drinking milk out of a bottle with a straw.

The long hot hazy summer days
sports day held in the farmers field across the way.
The three legged race and the egg and spoon.
Children running, jumping, having fun.

And then the important news...
We're soon to have a.... Brand New School !


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What is Covetousness

Covetousness is Greed
Part of 7 Capital Sins
Or Deadly Sins
Greed is an excessive desire for worldly things


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Should we give up trying to be good when we seem to not succeed in overcoming our faults

We should not give up trying to be good when we seem not 
To succeed in overcoming our faults because
Our efforts to be good will keep us from
Becoming worse than we are

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What kind of sin is drunkenness

Deliberate drunkenness, always a mortal sin
If the person is completely deprived of the use of reason by it
But drunkenness is not intended
Or desired may be excused from mortal sin 


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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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Clergy

From Greek kleroi = share or inheritance
The state of ordained men in the Church

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Forgotten

Yeah, go off,
Enjoy yourselves,
I don't care,
Just leave me on the shelf.

You guys don't notice,
That I help you shine,
But you all ignore me,
I'm just wasting my time.

I pass by,
And you smile and laugh,
Not because of me,
But for others who pass.

I sit there with you,
On that table so round.
You never notice me crying,
Even though I'm so loud.

Am I really here?
Or am I a figment of imagination?
Would you guys even notice,
If I moved across the nation?

Am I really here?
Or am I a ghost?
Like someone who would come back,
To visit this earth?

Sometimes I feel like, 
I've been thrown away,
Just like the trash,
Each and every day.

I don't get it,
I don't know why,
But when I pass by,
You guys never say hi.

One thing I've noticed,
As the time went by,
When I walk away,
You guys only say bye.

I feel like I'm not wanted,
Oh! How this makes me feel so rotten,
But I think, 
And I know,
That I have been,
FORGOTTEN.


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What is a mystery

Mystery is a truth in which we cannot understand
Every truth we cannot understand is not a mystery
Very revealed truth which no one can understand is a mystery
We should and often believe when proof of their existence


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Nothing

Without love
Who do you think you are?
What do you feel you have?
What do you really gain?

Without love
What have you become?


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Thanks, Ray

To the one too good
Too transcendent
Too detached
Too soft
Too yamaka
For those who would

Thanks for helping me
in programming class


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Times Are Changing

There was a time when i can remember being able to say hi to all you meet.
There was a time you could trust your neighbor.
There was a time we could walk down the street not being afraid of whom we meet.
There was a time we were not afraid to leave our front doors unlock.
There was a time when we were not afraid to ride down the street with our car windows open.
There was a time when we were not afraid to send our children to school or out doors to play.
What have happen to these times where have they gone.
Now were afraid to speak or to look at anyone we  may meet. 
The simplest thing as sending our children to school makes us wheary of what they may encounter once they leave our front door.
Gun shooting and explosives everywhere.
People taking their anger out on all those they may see.
Not caring who they hurt or what they may destroy.
Parents hurting their children and children hurting their parents.
How Can This Be.
Family destroying the lives of other family members and friends killing friends.
What has brought us all to this.
Where did the love and kindness go.
Helping one another lending a helping hand.
We all need to pull together and change the wrongs of the world today.
There is a better way of handling things a better way of getting things done.
Life is short enough on its own.
We do not need anyone to make it shorter for us.



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Gone Are The Days.... PART- I

gone r the days
when the school reopened in june
& v settled in our new desks & benches.

gone r the days
when v queued up in book depot
& got our new books & notes.

gone r the days
when v wanted 2 sundays & no mondays yet
managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

gone r the days
v learnt writing with slates & pencils 
& progressed to fountain pens & ball pens & then to micro tips.

gone r the days
v began drawing with crayons & evolved to color pencils 
& finally sketch & tube colors.

gone r the days
we started calculating first with tables 
& then advanced to calculators & to computers.

gone r the days
when v chased one another in the corridors in intervals
& returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

gone r the days
when v had lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, 
under the trees & even in cycle sheds.

gone r the days
when all the colors in the world
decorated the campus on the second saturdays.

gone r the days
when a single PT period in the week's time-table
was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

gone r the days
when cricket was played with writing pads as bats 
& neckties & socks rolled into balls.

gone r the days
when few played "kabadi" & "kho-kho" in scorching sun
while others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of the classroom.

gone r the days
of fights but no conspiracies
of competitions but seldom jealousy.

gone r the days
when v used to watch live cricket telecasts
in the opposite house in intervals & lunch breaks.

gone r the days
when few rushed early to 
"conquer" window seats in the bus.

gone r the days
while few had tiffin, others had "kulfi ice-cream", 
"vada pav" & "pepsi" in lunch hours.

gone r the days
of sports day & the annual school day
& the one-month long preparations for them.

gone r the days
of tenth standard when v spent almost 
the whole year writing revision tests.

gone r the days
v learnt,v enjoyed,v played,v won,v lost
v laughed,v cried,v fought,v thought.


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Untitled #137 / Wrrrippp!

Wrrrippp!
A new noise becomes routine in physics class!
The only sound that will remain!


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Trinity

 

Latin trinitas = the state of being threefold

God is only one but He exist in three persons

The fact that in English we have two terms

The triune God and the Trinity

For the same reality (one emphasizes God’s unity

The other the distinction (of persons in Him)

An indication of the unfathomable mystery of the Trinity

 

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I am the City: The Being

Words unsaid can be undone
And in this way our liberty's forgone
Are we so abandoned in our quest for the throne
That we leave each other starved, carved and alone?
That we remain quiet in the face of adversity
In hopes that there is still a round-about way to own the city
What you fail to see 
Is that the city is me

A thought unspoken goes unheard
It is like an unsolved crime
Where for a time, the criminal is you
Why do you not speak, but fester instead
With this confession rotting inside of your head
Think not, want not.
You've made your thinking so breezy
That you've made it easy
For the media to pull a fast one on you
I shall scream it until I'm hoarse.
When and why did the war against terror change its course?
Because they're traitors? 
Because of treason? 
To what cause?
Treason is just reason, with a cross in front of it
Think about it

And still, the question is unanswered, like so many others.
When did curfew begin to extend past the street lights?
When did guns begin to define a fair fight?
When did learning become memorization?
When did pharmaceuticals begin to run the nation?
When did black on black violence become a second rate topic in rap?
Replaced by the conformity of uptowns and throwbacks and caps?
When did nineteen become the average High School graduation age?
When did teen pregnancy set the stage for the commonplace?
When did Latinas forget that sexiness is more than an outfit?
When did New York become so counterfeit?
When, when or more importantly why?
And perhaps I will believe no answer, because…

My thoughts design me, but 
It is my voice that defines me 
And I am what society is afraid to see
I am a 30 line long side effects warning label
I am the lesson in Aesop's fables
I am the contradicting line in your history book
I am beauty that warrants a second look
I am the reason for which lightly you tread
Because I am the voice inside of your head
I simply am
I am the reason you hate and love the city
But what you fail to see
Is that the city is me


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What is Pride

Pride is an excessive love
Of our own ability so that would
Rather sinfully disobey
Than humble ourselves



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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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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

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Why did Christ lived that long on earth

Christ lived for about 33 yrs to show us the way to
Heaven by
His Teachings and
Examples

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What is Gluttony


Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess


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What is Envy

Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her

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John the Baptist

John the Baptist heard in prison of the works of Christ
He sent his disciples to Jesus with this question
Are You the one who is to come or
Should we look for another?

Jesus replied
Go and tell John what you hear and see
“The blind regain their sight

The lame walked
Lepers are cleansed
The deaf hear
The dead are raised

The poor have good news
Proclaimed to them
Blessed is the one
Who take no offense in me”

As they were going off
Jesus began to speak to the crowds about John
What did you go out to the desert and see?
A reed swayed by the wind

What did you go out to see?
Someone dressed in fine clothing?
Those who wear fine clothing lives in royal palaces
Then why did you go out, to see a prophet?

I tell you, more than a prophet
This is the one about whom it is written
“Beheld, I am sending my messenger ahead of you;
He will prepare your way before you”

When I say to you
“Among those of born of women
There has been no greater than John the Baptist
Yet the least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.”

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Perfection

Any good quality a thing should have
A thing is perfect when it has all good qualities
God is infinitely perfect
For he possesses all good qualities in a highest possible degree


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Churches and Ecclesial Communities


Many Christian communities on earth call themselves churches
According to the Catholic understanding
Only those in which the sacraments of Jesus Christ’s have been preserved
In their entirety have remained “Church”
This is true especially of the Orthodox and
Eastern Churches
In the ecclesial communities that resulted from the Protestant Reformation
All the sacraments have not been preserved

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Untitled #128 / It's a green rubber ducky

It’s a green rubber ducky!
And now it squeaks and squeals
right inside Hannah’s ear
making her squeak and squeal!
Oh sweet startling mimicry!


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I Don't Like School

One monday morning getting ready for work
and drinking my last cup of tea
everything seemed to be making me late
but that's not unusual for me,
then in walked my Son with a look on his face
that was neither happy or sad
sat down at the table and looked straight at me
and then he sinply said, "Dad"
I don't like school anymore
the lessons are hard and the teacher's a bore
I've been going since I was four
but I don't want to go anymore.

Now this problem was more inportant than work
It had to be sorted out now
I can easily see his point of view
but I have to change his mind somehow,
I don't think he's saying just what he means
though his idea is not really bad
so I asked him if he would explain it to me
but he just looked at me and said ,"Dad"
I don't like school anymore
the lessons are hard and the teacher's a bore
I've been going since I was four
but I don't want to go anymore.

I don't think I can make him understand
that he really must go to school
or he'll break the law that the government made
education is the golden rule,
he seemed much better when I told him that
school wasn't really that bad
then he got up to go,turned to me with a smile
and simply said to me,"Dad"
I don't like school anymore
the lessons are hard and the teacher's a bore
I've been going since I was four
but I don't want to go anymore.


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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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What are the effects of Venial sin


The effects of venial sin are 
Lessening of the love of God on our heart
The making us less worthy of His help
And weakening of the power to resist mortal sin


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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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Untitled #208 / Don't save for college

Don’t save for college
it’s not really worth it
they’ll take everything you have
and give you all that you lack


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The best snow day ever

Crashing salt trucks 
A brief reprieve from the cold
But not from the other
Unwanted warmth of
A hundred score burning bodies


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Complacent Desires

Courage and boldness we have forgotten in these days.
Our ancestors had only future expectations to live for.
Maybe, we have slaughtered the ideas; they had in a way.
People relaxed and comfortable, nothing new in store,
Laziness of no dreams or desires; we have it all today.
Anxious not for any changes, let us keep it the same.
Centuries of ruins would not exist, if they had no fire.
Expressing nothing that we have now, without a game,
Now think; where we would be, without their simple desire,
Trapped with no mechanics, science, or exploration aim,


Dreams are what made us, this so-called great nation.
Everyone wants to fight progress, save the past notion.
Salvation of our ancestor’s greatness is in information.
I want to preserve historic ideas, creations in contemplation.
Relics, continued treasure, do not forget about expansion.
Events from the past show we are full of personification.
Secure the now, and then stand firm for forward motion. 


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Stay in school

Life is so much better
If you are so clever
Get your books out in 
School
Please don’t be a fool
To miss an opportunely
.to go to moon
Pay attention make good grades
Then at the age of 30 you be paid
In the shade
See if you miss this opportunely
You might end up a raccoons
Scrounge around at night like a
Fool
Taken other people possesses.
Please stay in school
Having a degree in any thing is
Very cool…


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First Dance (Circa 1957)

Crinkling crinolines creating
  a ballooning circle rising
    out from my shins.  
      They are itching.
        Socks neatly rolled into new maryjanes that
          are stiff and hurt my big toe.

Afternoon spent at the salon
   smelling of perm,
     the radio blaring Diana
       and Wake Up Little Suzie.

My corsage cold from
  the fridge pinned to a
    two-tight bodice.  
    This skirt tilts up precariously
        when I sit down.
           Three crinkling crinolines
              creating a balloon.

Waiting now for the red-headed boy
  with sweat wilting my curled hair.
    Only men sweat you say?  ....women perspire?
      My perspiring upper lip ruining
        newly applied
          lip stick.

The clock's ticking is the only way
  to know times passing.
    At last!  The red-headed boy rings
      the door to be met by my father
        who humphs and parumps before
          we walk out into the cool
             carressing night with all the
                crinkling crinolines swaying.


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Untitled #126 / It's a convertible

It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod


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MARYANNE MAGILICUTTY~A children's story~

Maryanne  Magilicutty….
Loved to play with Silly Putty
Growing up she wouldn’t share
Her friends were sad…she didn’t care~

She rolled it up into balls 
Bounced it up and down the halls
Everyone saw her frown…
When it bounced right out of town~

She chased it as far as she could go
An impossible feat, she was feeling low 
She lost the putty she loved so fair
Her friends knew but did not care~

There is one thing she should have done
Which was…to share her putty fun~
Her friends only wished she’d share…
Her Greedy ways were most unfair

Karma took her putty away
Bouncing out of sight that day
I guess you know NOW what to do 
When someone wants to play with you~


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Closer than Life

If i closed my eyes could you see what i see?
If i opened my arms could you be just like me?
Could i slit my wrists and let you take the pain?
I hope not because this isn't a game.
If i was dying alone would you hold my hand?
if i was all by myself, would you go by me and stand?
If i told you i'd never forget you, would you beleive in what i say?
I sure hope so , because i'd do this for you every day.


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Calendar Pages

The calendar's pages flipped so quickly
Days scattered away with the wind
Moments hung on the string of thoughts
Laughter is the music heard

Days are turned into clouds in the sky
Feathers of friendship circled them now
Lighting their way to the stars
That danced with lovely glows

I shall miss every moment with you,
With the people I have spent time with,
I shan't forget these lovely times
As I take flight every day

Hoping you share the same feeling,
I raise my hand up in space
Waving hello when you approach,
While I engulf you when you shall go...



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GODS LITTLE FOLLOWER

She’s a voice untouched,
But still hurts as much.
God takes her hand while alone she stands.

She fights hard not to slip in the cracks.
So many follow the wrong tracks.
Good in this world can’t win,
But were speaking of a virgins wombs.
Tears are salty but gods cleanses her as he feels her pain.
He only hopes she sees the gain that his way obtains.

Gods little follower,
Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her.
She’s a voice untouched
But still hurts as much.
God takes her hand while alone she stands.

Only she’s not alone.
Gods little follower.
Gods watching over her.
Not only her but also everyone
Even the non-followers.

Set aside from the crowed
She goes her own way.
Livening his way day to day,
Even when she hears what others say,
It’s him she obeys
And its him she will answer when she pays.

Gods little follower,
Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her.
She’s a voice untouched
But still hurts as much.
God takes her hand while alone she stands.

When the chose their titles
She stands by.
Inside she dies watching at homecoming from the sidelines crying to understand what her peers planed.
Four years gone and here last she has yet to stand on the field with all her achievements in hand, not one title has been given that she hasn’t earned but she yurns for one that says she’s welcome as tears burn.

Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her.
She’s a voice untouched
But still hurts as much.
God takes her hand while alone she stands.


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Clippings

I received a gift in the mail today
Twas an old tattered box, mailed from mother

It was my Dad's wallet and pocket knife
The wallet contained clippings and photos

Clippings from local Chicago papers
They reported a man's untimely death

The old rusted knife was from his pocket
Used for cleaning the nails of hard worked hands

I have faded memories of him now
He worked in the stone quarries of Chitown

The photos were of my sister and me
School pictures of us both, when we were young

I have thought of the day my father fell
Over the years, on many sleepless nights

What was he thinking on the long way down
Did he know this was the end of his life

Was he thinking of sis and me just then
Did he wonder what would become of Mom

I remember one of the clippings well
I saw many like it neatly sissored out

They blew around the windy school yard grounds
My schoolmates had clipped them for show and tell

After the funeral, during recess
I found them there, discarded in the dirt.

On that day, returning from school for lunch
We found our Mother crying on the phone

Our world changed forever when that knife fell
I placed the items in my music room

They sit in the corner of my mind's eye
Tokens of what might have been, long ago

Author notes:

"I learned of my Father's death one fine fall day, when I returned home from 
school for lunch. My mother was on the phone crying. Later, after my father's 
funeral, I returned to school to find clippings blowing around on the school 
grounds. They were all about my father. The students had cut them out for show 
and tell, and later discarded them on the school grounds." 


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Fire Drill

My sandals give me 
blisters and this blistering 
screech deafens me.
Don’t get your jacket
It isn’t chilly outside
(you must have never 
sat under a waterfall)


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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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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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Orphan

Suspicion drowns the concept, make believe

A whereabouts, those children found on shelves

Were forgotten and neglected, those who’d leave,

Their kids for finding happiness themselves.


Then as orphans can their sensitive to touch-

Be the difference b‘tween a cuddle or a clout

The norm, when no-one loves them very much,

As if the huge wide world has locked them out.       


And the chosen few are plagued to live this,

A forgotten dream in nowhere, someone dodged

It lies somewhere between the hit and miss

Of suffering that their parentage had bodged.


But survival of the fittest some may say;

Pays tribute to the worth this orphan makes

It’s down to them, the strength to find a way

Correcting what was bad, all those mistakes.        


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The Rumors

I hear them talking
And I see them looking
When they pass by they wave and smile
But when I approach they are in denial
Rumors by people that don’t have a life
And might want mine
Rumors that are stupid
Especially the one about the baby
Yea that one was really funny
These people must not know me
Because I can’t get pregnant
After my summer incident I became sterile
They can talk and look all they want
Rumors don’t run me
And they definitely don’t bother me
I laugh at most of them
And the rest get thrown in the trash
These ignorant people can believe whateva they want
Because me and God know the truth
Like I said before
I hear them talking
And I see them looking
But all they can do is talk and look
Won’t step up to the plate
And say it to my face
These rumors that make me snap
But it’s good to know that I’m thought about a lot
My family is even spreading rumors too
But what can I do about it
I just smile and laugh at it
Knowing that people will put forth
So much effort to make me miserable
These rumors will never end
So I continue to laugh at them


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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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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


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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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Paper Mache

For those who teach of dragons

No, don't be silly, it couldn't have moved.
Although, for a fraction of a second,
did one of the legs and the long spiked tail
seem to shift and relax,
then, again, frozen into place?

Working late at my desk this evening,
starting to see things, I suppose.

Relax...

It was just the sound of my silver pen scribbling.

Click!!!

Whatever that was, I don't want to know.

I think I will just finish this at home.
The question is, making it to the door.
Would it allow me to just walk out? Leave?

Was the head tilted this way before?

No...

Okay...

Placing papers in my briefcase
and finishing the last of my cold coffee.
Moving for the door, reaching for the light!

Click!!!

Blackness, then it has me.
the dragon


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HATERS

There will always be haters as long as your doing good
They want what you got that's why they always talking
I learned something today that I should've already known
I learned that I should never let a hater rip apart my soul
I must stay strong against these haters and let them see
that the reason why their hating is cause they can't get like me
Watching my every move whispering about everything I do
Man can't a girl just live without you watching me like pay per view? 
Sometimes having these haters around can be a draining ordeals
Sometimes I let it get to me to the point where I feel myself breaking
But I know that I can't lose to them. It's there choose if they can't forget me
I feel honored that I get mentioned in so many sentences 
I must really be popping for you to be non stop mentioning me
Do you see how I look? I know you wish you could be me 
But the reality is that you can't is that why you choose to hate on me?