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Forgotten Heroes of the Somme

Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor, 
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.

In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.

In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.


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Tribute to Susan Boulet Art

Susan Boulet was an artist 1941-1997
Her paintings are famous for their layered effects which she started later on in her artistic career. She loved fantasy which is easily seen in her paintings. This is my fantasy poem as I look at this beautiful picture painted by Susan Boulet.

The old man sits quietly on the hillside, knowing his days as one
Spirit would soon be coming to an end. He stares blankly at the heavens where the pale blue sky is the backsplash for Cumulus clouds now filling in, the horizon. He chants his prayer over and over again calling his brothers to come receive his spirit and be one with him for all eternity. Brother bear, cloak me with the warmth of your coat that we may walk through each winter and never be cold again. We will stand together as one, never again will we know fear. Brother wolf fill my heart with your loyal spirit that we may rise to heights of a love greater than any human could possibly achieve. His prayer seems to rise more intensely as he continues. Mighty cat, share with me your speed that we may be faster than the wind, jumping through the clouds as one. Wise and good owl, become one with us that we shall have wings to fly as eagles and wisdom to find eternal peace. Now the old man whispers, together we shall hold the secrets of the universe in our hands. Soon his chin drops down on his chest as a smile crosses his face, and the old frail body crumbles to the hard rocky ground. Then the cry of a wolf, the hoot of an owl and simultaneously the roars of a sabre-toothed and bear echo through the valley. As darkness fills the sky and the moon is high, the silhouette of a young warrior stands proudly on the bluff.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.26.2014
For Debbie Guzzi’s Contest:
Free Verse, Prose Poetry, Haibun


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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


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To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest


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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


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Abbey


Amid the woods and snow he saw her form,
predestined oracle he sensed this was,
her recollected glance, was lone in storm,
outside the chapel she became first cause .

Lit were the chandelier's ocher chandelles,
his heartbeat thrummed an airy rhythmic spell,
the forest snowstorm reeled - shaped ghostly belles
invited him beneath the ringing knell.

Their Angel's bliss, his soul received in flames,
adept and kind the whisper of her voice,
"- Forgiveness calms those who indulge in blames;
devoutness is the prelude of free choice."

Outside he stepped beneath the Abbey's knell:
His voice dispersed above the snow and mass,
in cold embraced the iron wrought of bells,
- as waxen light passed through the chapel's glass.

His mind and woods enjoined in forceful prayer,
spells sacrosanct and numinous instilled,
in abstinence the sanctified abbe,
abandoned Convent life to years and thrills.

Escaped then he, to meet the woods in dark,
amidst their sovereign heights he was her groom,
continuum of time and space to arc,
his childhood's wraith became in mists and tomb.

© G. V. 01-04-2012 All rights reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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You're Still With Me

Rushing  to your bedside,
cars blurred, people passed me by
yet I still looked for a sign
to know you would be all right
but I only felt God's tears on my cheeks that day

You just lay there,
the fire in you set to low
and I could not see your bright smile
but your heart still beat, ever so strong
and I felt God’s arms embrace me that day

For seven days you held on,
a day for each of us 
even then you were so thoughtful...
you could not speak, but we still heard you breathe
then I heard God whisper to me that day…

As I left with papa to buy your mattress
to soothe your aching sores
I heard His voice say, “Go back and kiss him,”
“This just may be your last.”
And true enough, it was.

We left you there still breathing,
not on your own though, but still
Then that dreaded phone call...
No more need to buy that mattress,
your heart had already gone still

A part of my heart will always be numb,
and I shall never be the same again
a certain twinkle in my eye won’t shine anymore,
it died as you took your final breath
but my smile, how thankful I am I have a hint of yours...

Tears still flow from my soul you know
for all my mistakes, for my version of coping
I am just so sorry, I hope you have forgiven me
and I still hope to feel your embrace once more
when I reach Heaven’s door someday...

It may only be in dreams that I truly see you,
only in prayer do we speak
You are here no more and yet I feel you,
inside my heart, the depths of my soul…
Alive






** this is about the last image of seeing my only brother alive...
he was diagnosed with a brain tumor the size of a tennis ball 
5 months prior to his seizure which led to a 7-day coma, 
which he finally succumbed to, 
just 2 days before I turned 23...he was 32...

** originally wrote this for Frank's Images contest- 
thanks Frank for coming up with this, 
it's helped me to write and share this... 
please say a prayer for Raphael, my brother--thank you...

** submitting this as well for HG's Personify a Tear contest

--nikko palmario


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Echos of the Heart

I thought of you today, sweetheart,
which is really nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and the day before that too.

I think of you when I'm alone,
I often speak your name!
I keep your lovely photo,
in a golden picture frame.

Your memory's in my make-up.
it's like another body part!
I promise you, my darling,
I keep it locked inside my heart!

I'm told by friends, as time goes by,
that I will slowly heal.
I have my doubts about it,
because the pain is still so real!

Part of me went with you,
when the Good Lord called you home!
It broke my heart to lose you,
now, I must go on alone!

You're with Him now, in Heaven,
so all that I can do,
is say a little prayer each day,
till He calls me home, with you!

Poetic form:  Rhyme
Ralph Taylor
I love this poem because I wrote
it  to Una, my loving wife of 54 years,
who recently passed away. 



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The Hammer

Who can hear, the mornings call?
The dead dove's body, as it des fall.
Who can see through, the dead man's eyes?
As the burning sun, falls from the skies.

What once was new, has now become old,
What once was alive, has now become cold,
What you believed, was worth a lot,
Is burnt to ashes, in the melting pot.

Let's start again, I hear them say,
Let's start again, another day,
Let's make again, what we made before,
Spill more blood, on the kitchen floor,
Lift the cross, up on the hill,
Load the guns, to fight and kill.

Fight and slaughter, till there's non one left,
Till your mind is empty, your heart is deaf,
You thought that, I was a soldier too,
You thought that I said, I love you,
But I tell you now, and I tell it true,
The angles of heaven, and the angels of hell,
Are riding now, to the ring of deaths bell.

What you thought, was silver and gold,
Are ashes and dust, on the open road,
What you knew was good, what you knew was true,
The hot sun has dried, like the morning dew,
The very memory, of hope and despair,
Is lost in the hole, of your soul laid bare.

The empty hole, behind the clouds,
The music and the laughing crowds,
Are dead and gone, have faded away,
As a new sun rises, on a bright new day,
I tell you now, and I tell you true,
As the hammer of me hits the anvil of you


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Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


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Just a Thought

Always around 
slightly small mostly black
think of my kids 
that's what holds me back
cracks in my heart 
such a delicate shell
tears fill my eyes 
my eyes start to swell
try to be a new me 
no drugs no liquor
now my eyes open wide 
more reasons to pull the trigger
thought it was real 
did you mean what you said
starting to see the truth 
make the target my head
holding back so much pain 
but still some leaks out
no one to talk to 
feel better with cold metal in my mouth
no peace in my soul
it will not rest
another thought comes to mind
aim straight for my chest
even then I cry
thinking of taking a last breath
seriously thinking without me
would the children be best
feeling like a criminal
I've committed no theft
here is a person that's broken
I have nothing left
I'll walk away now 
before I do something stupid
stop leaving it around
one day I might use it
no, no.... I can't
gotta remember my babies
this is a silent prayer I'm tormented
God please save me


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Understanding Gods Love

Christmas, so full of life, and miracles, was found wanting this year.
A young mother sat by her daughter’s hospital bed, racked with tears.
Her daughter was sleeping way too still; her last breaths would soon come.
How could this happen to so beloved a child, she was way, too very, young.

Where was God’s wisdom, in taking a six year old, or her father as taken in war?
Church, friends, family, others, and her, had prayed till they could pray no more.
They’d ask for her: to walk in the sun, and play again, with family to hold her hand.
But her time was gone, like in an hourglass; the sand was almost, completely gone.

The mother was afraid to pray anymore… what could it accomplish any more?
What the disease hadn't taken, the cure had, nothing left, but for her soul, to soar.
But how could she hand her to the angels? Strangers had always frightened her child.
No, she sobbed, she’s way to young! Still she knew: life was never fair… or mild.

Where was God when you need him! Please don’t take her away! Her mind riled!
When suddenly, her daughter opened her eyes, and smiled her little, tired smile.
She whispered: Papa’s here… to hold my hand… He’s taking me… where I can play.
At that the fear receded… as she said she loved her… then watched her fade away.

Perhaps her prayers HAD been answered… She’d had her time with her, after all.
Now her Husband, would take her place… Perhaps it was his turn, to carry on.
Tears would still be shed… It was natural for that to happen, when this befalls.
But she knew her daughter now had everything, including The Great Father’s Love.

There are many types of Christmas magic, but as her time came to a close…
A mother’s love can’t be beat, except by God’s Love, for us all…


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sweet baby girl

Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl


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Earth Our Blessed Earth

O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them in my hand...so when you are blue...so blue
so deep dark blue...you can come to me 
I will open my hand and you can wonder...wonder...wide open wonder
at Xanthe yellows and amber golds streaming from my palm...my palm...my humble palm 
and you will become immortal 
O if only I could keep you there...you...only you
swathed in light and warmth
safe...sound...close to me forever
You who I am lost to...over a thousand vessel-ed seas
O how l long for the sea...the sea...the sparkling sea
in it's emerald greens and topaz hues 
in it's passions and powers and motion
I long to place it in my heart...my heart...my a thousand times broken heart
so the pieces can wash away and my essence can float free into the wind...
the wind...the wild whipping winds that billow the sheets hung in your yard 
and whisper wild to the my inner demons 
washing them away with the rain...the rain...the falling rain 
that fell and fell and fell again 
keeping you from my door...O my door...that blessed door 
that opened to your face one cold crisp morn...so blessed by God
O my God...my God...my gorgeous God! 
if only I could hold your essence in my mind 
that I would not get lost so often in the wretched forest of thoughts and shadows
my shadows ...my small and tall...wide and slanting shadows 
if only I could rope you and keep you tamed...so the things that hide 
behind and within you
can not escape and create in me...the darkness...the darkness...the black coal darkness that chases me down alleyways of night and slivered moon...O moon...my beautiful mindful midnight moon...my crescent and full moon
O if only to swing with you round and round and round the earth 
and cast a glorious shine upon everyone...upon every single child who needs love 
O my love ...my love....my eternal love 
if only I could sprinkle you like confetti...upon the earth 
and ease the pain I would...I would...upon my life I would
O life...the very thing life...the breathe that enters that which wasn't and so then is
O if only you did not flee so quickly by but could be cradled away from death
Death....O death...O damnedable death!
if only you were not so draped in confession that I must pray
I pray...O how I pray that the vastness...the vastness...the great and cosmic-ian vastness beyond 
is more splendid still than Earth...our Earth...our wondrous 
perfect hungry sad beaten tarnished dirtied Earth...
O MY EARTH...how I love you!


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Whose Death?

By the snap crack clackings of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
In robes of finest silk did it dine
and found our flesh most divine

A creature who wore the cloth
In life did it spit upon the cross
To eat the flesh, and consume the blood
And many have drowned in it coming flood

Long, lean and sheik
It's gaze can make many a man meek
Teeth of bright white
Polished to hide the deeds of its night

Upon my house did it knock
Pray sanctuary with the blessed souls
Standing beneath our clock
Did it ask the toil for it's stroll

Clad in its finest Black cloth
Book in hand and cross over chest
Did it read the Lord's Prayer over our broth
Little did we know it was our last Prayer under our family Crest

It dined that night upon the flesh
It suped our blood while it was fresh
I watched my loved ones dies one by one
Wondering when it's deed would be done

Awashed in chilling foresight
That this will be the first night of many to come
It approaches me and picks me up as you would a doll
Then rests me on the table near it's bowl

Smiling down to me as if it was in delight
It shows it blood stained fang enhancing my fright
It pets my head tiding my hair
Speaking to me as if it offered me life, does it truly dare?

Good evening, young Hostest. 
One so full of life, should never be fearful of one such as myself
The table you set I must protest does not suit my palate so I took matters into hand
And as such I must offer more to you for going out of my way 
would you join me and my merry band?

Let me be a guide for your weakened heart
And show you the warm sweetness of your own blood
I shiver and shake, lost in the dark
Do I tread the mud filled waters of this demon who took all from this fool

Now in all the ends of days do I ask
Did I die that night,
Or is it you that died?


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Gun In the Closet

Gun in the closet,
One in the drawer,
One under the pillow,
Does he need any more?

Scotch on the bar,
Jealousy on the mind
Can take you too far...
Your fate can be signed...

A loud bang,
A jolt,
A puff of smoke,
Gone is Beauty
In one sad stroke...

The Devil helped
Pull the trigger,
Why?
Cause he loves
To make Good People die...

There is no way
I could live with this...
I'll hunt him down
If the law is remiss...

I won't need,
a gun or a knife
For me to take
this bastard's life

He's made us pay
The ultimate price
For you, your life,
To him, just a wife...

To me he killed
Both Love and Hope
And when I find him
Should he grope
For his gun
He will find
My hand has shoved
His nose 
Into his mind...

I'll break it first
for extra pain,
My vengeance will
Never be sated
For my prayer of hope
Is now in vain.




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Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank 
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished 


Me, Myself, and I...


“There are things that concern us,”
		Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”

“And after careful deliberation
		It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”


“Fact is your intuition
		Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”

“So you leave us no recourse
		Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired


I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”

“And with much technique and time
		And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”


“So to keep yourself from having a fit
		Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”

“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
		Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul


You know, fact is I do feel off axis
		As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen

And with my mind feeling numb
		I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin


And then came questions in a flurry
		Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give

They pushed and they prodded
		With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve


And all this psycho-analysis
		Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please

“Yes, oh yes indeed
		I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”


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When A Son Loses His Father

Now that he's without him
what is he working for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With working came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes
and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he'd call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He's vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says "I love you" to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, "Dad, nice to hear from you tonight"
or picking up the phone to say,
"hi dad, did you just hear",
are calls he wished he'd made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, "I love you Dad", 
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love's so strong, it bleeds
"Dad, in case you didn't know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay".


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Details | Nonet | |

The Death Express - Tsunami

Who can withstand the force of nature,
When conflicting powers oppose?
Hidden energy ignites
Shocking earth’s row of plates
Shoving them aside
Propels great sea
Unrestrained
Express
Death

~*~
03/12/11

As you read this, please say a prayer for the people of Japan
that the ones who survived will have the strength and courage 
to go on after this harrowing experience.


Details | Epitaph | |

Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


Details | Elegy | |

Looking for Silence

It’s so quiet…so peaceful
It’s so calm…so hopeful
It’s dark…yet beautiful
It’s…cold…yet warmer than warm
My dream is to stand there
Stand among the stars 
Stars shining so bright 
That their light reaches us 
Billions of miles away
My dream is to stand there
Stand where no man has stood
Stand where nor evil nor good has set foot
Stand where it’s peaceful….
Stand where it’s quite…
But if a human can’t get there
The only other place is here
Beneath our feet…
But death is something that will reach
Each and every single person when time comes
Weakness is giving up…
So I won’t give up…


Details | Elegy | |

Pal Bearer

Through grass heft casket white
where green waits to swallow hard
the dreams of lovers and friends.

On a day the wind bullied clouds
skirts waved goodbye over bended knee
of hurt prayer and plea.

I saw the one whom knew
what none above could:
Peace.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
origin,an 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
templars,I.O.G.T,United 
Nations,Masonic 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
etc 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
above.
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
fame.
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 
you!


Details | Verse | |

A soldier's song


She stands on threshold, him to wait
the seasons pass, it was her Spring,
his smile did crown the hills of late,
where war confronts his Heaven's gate,
so sweet her face his heart will sting,
retentions that for e'er shall cling,
as angels drift above his fate,
where broadly lays his rifle's sling.

Upon the golden cross she wore,
he made the winds their route to stray,
where rains his land for e'er explore,
and rivulets course to the shore,
chrysanthemums their blooming sway,
the raindrops fall and dance and fray,
as skies wash up the mountain's gore,
her verses rhyme and skyward pray.

© 11/9/2012
(Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Alliteration | |

Up Up- Far Away

Faces; one now two,
Fluttering eyes,
Unknown to known,
Some turn away; shys'.

Shy away from flight,
One open now two,
Black view then white,
Mind takes off; flew.

Up Up- Far away,
Shaken to death; damn,
Your head down to lay,
Like a precious lamb.

So Real; Once Knew,
But no known sense,
An emotion unknown;new,
Friction feeling dense.

Glance then gone,
Gone then back,
A prayer to be,
One touch to lack.

The pieces rise;grew,
To save a soul,
Parts out one by two,
Push over now roll.

And Dont Give Up Till ITS YOUR TURN to go.


Details | Limerick | |

An Angel

Last night as I lay in my bed
An angel appeared and said
Your life will soon end
I am sent as a friend
To a new kingdom soon you will be led

Say goodbye to all those you hold dear
Tell all they must not shed a tear
For your passing will be
Liberating and free
With my lead you will not have fear

In life you have suffered too much
Soon you will walk without need of a crutch
In the kingdom to come
You won’t limp you will run
With the help of the lords gentle touch

So I wait for the day to draw nigh
Though I know lots of people will cry
With happiness in my heart
I will gladly depart
Heavens waiting there for me to try

The angel at last has drawn near
He offers a new life so clear
With a silent prayer 
I climb the golden stair
Halleluiah the angels all cheer


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | Haiku | |

Viking Death Prayer

With raised sword and shield,
The Norseman yells to Odin
The Viking Death Prayer*


 *  The Viking Death Prayer

Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
My sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me,
They bid me take my place among them
In the Halls of Valhalla,
Where the brave shall live forever,
Where thine enemies have been vanquished,
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice,
For those who have died
The glorious death.


Details | Free verse | |

An island of Pandemonium

Beyond the leggy palm trees you can hear them calling out 
Through the diffused light and thin curtains called home- 
Are a people in need 
Brought to there knees with infelicitous faces-
Filled with confusion and doubt 

Broken hearts in broken places, loss of life-
In an atmosphere of raw humanity 
Through there dusty desperate lives they plea for substantial means 
Tested beyond their capacity resting in squalid conditions-
Praying into their Christianity 

No mortal man of compassion could stand by
And be witness such devastation 
Sparse medical means in a land crumbling from the inside
Many impoverished brave men waited by the loud white gates 
For a voice a glimmer or hope from their leader guru 

 
To the victims the questions remains why?
Everywhere in every corner tears pooled into hands 
Contentious people begging for water and pointing to their bodies 
I was brought out to the edge of my chair from what I viewed 
An act of God has taken some many lives and left me in a state of stupor 
I said a prayer for the people of Haiti




  
 


Details | Musaddas | |

JESUS WITH MY FAITH I SEND THIS PLEA

written 14th July 2013


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Denise Hopkins


Details | Epitaph | |

Comfort

He is at peace now, my brother
The peace he could never reach in life
Touches him at last, in death.
We are sure of this, his family
Because, you see, he died
With a prayer on his lips
Asking God, whom he knew so well
Through his mother and uncle
To grant him mercy.
We know his prayer was answered
For our God is  merciful
And in His wisdon knew
That it was time
For our beloved
Son, brother, nephew, uncle, friend
To come home.


Details | Free verse | |

A Modern Confession for a Dying Beggar

Die and crave-
Make me not hear your story,
Though I like to see you gaze
By the end of the day.
Tremble when you see me
As though I were a chill
Perhaps I am the soft care-
Taker of your bones.
Should I remember traces
Engraved by your moans,
I shall endorse those bywords
Equating you with me
You think I have to treat you
Indeed, I loathe your mother
I’d rather you were unseen
So that I shed you no tear.
Your father stole my fresh air
And so do you from me now;
Unless you give up breathing
My true blood will be bother’d.
O, please, forgive my true words-
They planned to vex your ego
They gather’d all my reasons
To help you rest in peace.
But, though you shall be tasting
The acrid sweat of my ease,
At least, allow my goodness
To sweat for all old beggars.


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal to Find a Reason

Force of mortal and faceless reason
A dark light finds no fate to reason.

Of cancerous nights, an uprooted slumber
Manic red luster of livid white reason.

No justice refined for the everyman's token
The cavalry's engine, the hum of blind reason.

For heavenly voices a desperate chorus
Numb as in prayer to beseech yet a reason.

One summer's bright flower reborn in a shadow
Calls off the late reaper, a wind of sage reason.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Prayed For Love,

I Prayed For Love,
As I leave this world one thing I wish to share; I prayed for love. I never gave up on my prayer, for God would send someone to love me too! Looking back with tears’ filling my eyes, my heart torn, and my life depleted, having never known the love I prayed for. Soon the last breath will exit my body; those by my side were unable to share the pure love of my prayer’s! My one prayer in life has gone unanswered, why I wonder did love not find me.
I pray now as my time is near, love passed me by here on earth even as hope remained in my heart and faith kept me praying; so again; I pray when I finally take my last earthly breath let that love take my hand. May Love guide me to my heavenly home for God; “I pray saved all the love I so desperately wanted to give me in heaven.”
 My heart and soul wanted so much more than you could give. If only is what I always told myself. Love to me was such a beautiful and wonderful thing. Nothing could be more precious or so pure! Honestly, my entire life I struggled wondering if I was crazy or if I deserved to be loved. Now as death approaches the answer hovers.
 	Please don’t cry for me as leaving the world behind brings peace and comfort. Tonight the angels will carry my sorrows away from me, I’ll cry no more, and God is waiting with all the loved stored from a lifetime!
                                                                           Debbie Knapp
                                                                             9/25/11


Details | Free verse | |

A new Newtown

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Rhyme | |

Forty Lost

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Free verse | |

Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


Details | Couplet | |

Remembering My First Lost Love

Meeting my first lost love came unexpectedly.
Although I was young, I still remember him...sadly.
Dressed in  a dark dress without ribbons or bows,
Slowly walking into the room to see my dad's dad,
I saw my grandfather for the very first time...dead. 
He was handsome, like his picture, in a nice suit.
He had been out in the world on his own pursuit.
Emptiness, not knowing joys consumed me that day.
I wondered how it would have been with time to play.
His skin, pale and gray, was cold when I kissed him.
I wondered if he ever ran to the beach for a swim.
Hugs and kisses were never known and no Granddad laugh.
The preacher there said a prayer on Grandad's behalf.
In the chapel, there were folks I had never met.
Back in 1956, I felt my first regret.
Many times I thought of him as years passed by.
I wonder, would he wipe my tears if I should cry.
Or listen to excitement when I learned something new -
Long ago, when granddad died, we said adieu.
But even now, I think of him with family love
And hope we'll have a chat someday near God above.

June 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soupn Member Contest:  Remembering a Lost Love
Sponsored by: Gail Doyle



Details | Ballad | |

Listen

Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.


Details | Personification | |

A Futile Death

A Futile Death by Wilma Neels

Flying over the place that use to be my home
I’m glancing at the once blue green seascape 
Transformed to a murky coal black scene 
A faucet has been opened
When everything went up in flames
Amidst all the confusion 
I lost everything I loved
Flying over, a silent prayer is prayed
Please keep them safe
Please close the hole
This is the only home we know,

As I sit on a rock
The sadness overwhelms me, 
As my sister slips away
She has lost the battle 
The oil slick has gone thicker 
It’s gaining power with every hour
I pray dear Lord of heaven and earth
May her final breath not be in vain
I flap my wings in a silent salute
Farewell dear sister, you will be missed
May this be the last time,
I witness such ugliness…


Written: 24 June 2010
Contest: Why oh Why?
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet


Details | Verse | |

Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tragedy of Desire

Beautiful whispers of the dead 
Dreamers slumber on the lawn 
Flowers dare not grow 
where the brave had traveled on 

Winter remorse and summer fall 
alone wanders the few tall 
I had seen them bow in prayer 
but answers they will not find there 

Water and blood are thicker than fire 
but none can escape the tragedy of desire 
I had watched them fall in Her wake 
life and soul she came to take


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Battle Cry

We stand alone in the blackest night,
Awaiting the battle cry;
Lost and alone in this bloody fight
Never questioning or wondering why;
As I send a silent prayer to the sky...


Details | Free verse | |

A Rose Fell

A rose fell to

the ground,

he slowly picked

it up and took it

home to his

dying little girl,

as she took the

rose from him,

she told him this

oh daddy, just before

you came home I asked

Jesus if I could smell

a rose just one more

time before I died,

now my prayer has

been granted to me

and now I can go home

with Him this very

night.  

wrote 4-9-11


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


Details | Ballad | |

BREATHE

I am a prison in this hospital bed 
Used to wake-up with a cross above my head 
Pity my race will soon come to its end 
My love for them Please send.

A plastic tube between my nose and lips 
Giving me air, glad I 'm sick! 
Gate of the white palace will soon to be closed 
Guardians of the empire seen in the post.

Outside the window of my hopeless jail 
Children playing by one and more than twail 
Deprived of freedom and happiness 
Laying in this bed full of regrets and anguish. 

Doctors said "soon you 'll be okay 
You need to take your medicines everyday" 
If only I can have a second life
I wish I can tell you "follow God's light".

Wish I can get out in this darkest sorrow 
Be most welcome my self for a better tomorrow 
To the King of white palace thank you for today !
Only prayer for you left as my medicine for everyday.


Details | Haiku | |

Play with doves

After long day`s play
with doves ,they fly in the light
Let`s rest in the love


Details | Ottava rima | |

As The Cycle Completes

Spending time in prayer the truth is revealed
Man’s weapons useless our fates they be sealed
Returned to a point the cycle resets 
Drifting through space this rock we live on jets
Full-scale war part of the cycle been told
Realizing this though you may fear be bold
Dispatched are the horse men igniting fire
Accomplished mission be our lords desire


Details | Free verse | |

In My Darkest Hour

Days go by
Without a word
Cool whispers of the wind
Grace upon bloodshed skin
A dark lonely tower

A soul sent to die
One swing of deaths black sword
A blow such can not tend
A price for an immortal sin
I will not cower

Nothing to hold his lie
One to call the lord
One last prayer to send
This devil shall not win
Not even with all of his power

There is no reason as to why
The belly of the beast hath roared
One last favor to lend
Hiding within the beasts den
In my darkest hour


Details | Rhyme | |

Tomorrow Never Is

THE PAIN INSIDE ME INTENSIFIES AS I REMINISH ON THE MEMORY I HAVE BECOME. DISAPPOINTMENT, 
HEARTACHE, ADDICT, ALONE, A FAILURE TO A BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER AND SON. A JOURNEY FOR PEACE, WHEN ALL 
OTHERS HAVE LOST FAITH, LOST ON THIS LONELY ROAD. WANTING ONLY TO DISCOVER LOVE, HAPPINESS, A 
PLACE TO BE HELD, A PLACE TO CALL HOME. HATRED BOILS INSIDE ME, CHAOS RUNS WILD, DEATH BECOMING 
THE ONLY ANSWER I CAN CONTIPLATE. I MYSELF HAVE CREATED THIS HELL, I MYSELF WILL COMMIT SUICIDE, I 
MYSELF I HAVE BECOME TO HATE. LOST, DESERTED, FORBIDDEN TO FIND LOVE, I LONG TO BE HELD, TO SMILE 
ONCE AGAIN. THE MOST SADISTIC PRAYER OF ALL, ASKING MY SAVIOR TO ALLOW LAUGHTER WITHIN THIS 
MAYHAM OF SIN. FALLING ASLEEP AT NIGHT WISHING TO NOT AWAKE, I ONLY WANT DEATH, TO NO LONGER FEEL 
PAIN. I HAVE CREATED THIS LIFE, THIS HELL, I HAVE LOST MY SANITY, YES I AM INSANE. I FEEL NUMB, THE 
HEARTACHE HAS BROKE MY SOUL, I NO LONGER WILL TRY. LIVING IS NO LONGER AN OPTION, IM SORRY, I HAVE 
NOTHING TO LIVE FOR, TOMORROW I DIE. 


Details | Free verse | |

May I Lay

May I Lay,
For the flowers of my descendedants, 
moving on and growned of those
distance dreams. 
"May I Lay?"
Chorus of a whole that does not know any more,
good and held over permitted yet sound for borrow,
"May I Lay"
Swallow my spit, tormented and yet stand to sit,
sallow skin torn,
 to lit of pit, "Contented"
I hold eyes too condemned to pain and aliment,
"May I Lay?"
For the salt that know's the deepest grimes,
of the sweetest two pairs of the most beautiful eye coming of tears...
"May I Lay"
Loyalty that knows no blind, hasted ready and sick ,
founding pace to draw that wicked weak 
taste back, 
but to keep in mind
this sword stand strong,
"May I Lay" 
 for the sight and sorrows of my unbirth
Child I ask,
"May I Lay?"
God knows of only the madness that strays in sight 
and preach in might,
but peace is in reach to say,
So they say so,
"May I Lay"
Then I pray once more.


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Free verse | |

Five Letter Word

The chill outside the window swept the oatmeal room
where he took his comfort; a secondary womb
on days the sun refused to part the gloom
of ordinary lies.

The question wandered, clumsy, stumbling in his mind,
where the past took liberty, refusing to unwind.
Festered now, the fetid lines 
of ordinary lies.

~~~

Dying interrupted. A sound body
refusing to decay sufficiently
to enter the crypt.

Nothing matters, the daily crossword becomes
an endless solving. What is
a five letter word for

salvation? Preached as though it was believed,
available to all, free of charge, 
he would say to those

with ears, listening or not; but the specter 
of his heinous crime shattered
his chosen truth.

~~~  

Where in the dance does the music stop
for wounded children forever cursed
by the sins of a father?

Seventy times seven the prayer passed lips
quivering.  The godless sky with no light.
No stay of self execution.

~~~

On sunny days the old man still laughed,
less now though, and slurred.
The line of doubt

fastened by his clenched jaw
unwilling to surrender
to life, or death.

~~~

The bicycle pedals in rhythm the tune of
words falling on forever paper.
Blessed release.

The song of redemption. The older and the younger
suffer together, miles apart and wait
for a five letter word.
 



Details | Free verse | |

Hope is Ethereal

Hope is ethereal…
It is not religion; it is not faith.
Life is tragic and difficult.
We are but flashes of light in a dying world.
Hope is what motivates you to breathe, to live, to overcome.
It exists because we want our flash of light to last; to matter to someone.
Eternal life cannot be purchased through prayer or deeds…
Judgment comes not after death, but during life.
If truly a definitive heaven or hell exists, then why…
Why is there paranormal activity, why demons; why hauntings?
It is not obvious that commitment to a religion is not a form of afterlife insurance?
I have been to the other side, and it is darkness…nothingness.
The will of the living, the strength of their determination, defines death.
Have no fear of me if you have not wronged me… I will watch over you.
If you have caused me heartache, sadness, depression, loathing in this life,
Fear me.
For I will haunt you, and you will know that it is me. You will know fear.
It is not death that plagues me;
It is trying to live in this suffocating world that overwhelms me.
Bring not your martyrs, your heroes, your wars, your natural disasters;
All of these have happened before, and will happen again.
Our very existence is cyclical at best, and stretched far beyond our comprehension.
How dare you assume a right to favoritism from a god?
Your existence is not defined by your faith, or lack thereof.
Your place in eternity will not be determined by your actions.

Eternity is all around us, perpetually moving and shifting.
We are but dust motes caught on the lens of a photograph.
Hope that you might live your life to the fullest; hope for happiness.
The rest is wisps and fractions of existence.
To achieve one person saying your name, in sadness, after you’ve gone
Is to have lived.
Hope is ethereal.


Details | Rhyme | |

BROKEN

The streets, breeds…
These ghetto streets filled with hunger and pain,
Where civil hands toil in hardships but lives remain plain.
Walking the street corner at night puts lives at stake,
I see a sister looking to make a quick buck in a masquerade
Emptiness and cold her love for men had faded.
Using her body as a tool just to get by,
A deadly weapon it was, yet all men wanted to try.

Her sublime confidence of youth was once true,
The concept of prospect once guided her fate,
Until her implicit mind fell into a subliminal state.
Aspirations vanished when love came into play,
Safety of her heart was all to God she prayed.

Her prayer was unanswered when two weeks later,
She was repeatedly raped as she cried to her Maker,
Three men took turns in violating her whole being,
After this, life in her eyes no longer had meaning.

Her pleads and cries was not worthy of their attention
As they continued to rape her without contrition
As she looked up to the sky for divine intervention,
God wasn’t there but the devil thrived at the actions 
of cruelty, violence and depravity.
What in the world did she do to merit such a penalty?

She was left alone impregnated with lies,
Living in denial with a life unfulfilled,
She refused to swallow the truth like a birth control pill, 
Her intentions now were nothing more but to kill,
Strong willed, she was now so filled with vengeance,
There was nothing anyone could do to ease her grievance.

Because of what had happened everyday she cried painfully,
She felt God had abandoned her and it hurt her terribly.
Her eyes empty and sad, life was very bad,
Her heart very broken, her mind was going mad,
Her spirit crushed like the worst road accident
She took her own life, which wasn’t so magnificent

These cold streets breeds…
Broken homes for the broken hearted,
Broken dreams binds us to the ground, we cannot fly 
Because we have broken wings.
Broken spirited, in our daily lives, 
We remain… Broken. 


Details | Quatrain | |

The Robbery

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


Details | Free verse | |

Another Tragedy

Another tragedy has struck our Country. On December the 14th of 2012 a young man took the lives of twenty children and seven adults, than he took his own life. All this happened in New Town Connecticut. It happen in a school while the children were attending class. A town where people thought that they were safe. The whole Country was in shock as we saw on TV. how the police came to the school and the parents were running trying to get to their kids. You could see the worry and pain on their faces. The principal and some teachers died trying to save the children. A little girl escape, by playing dead. Her friends didn't have that luck. The children will go straight to heaven. Little Angels they already are. The adults probably followed them. They earned their wings that day. The shooter had killed his mother before he went to that school to commit that horrible crime. He escape the Justice of man here on Earth, but he still faces a higer court and from that no one escapes. How many more tragedies have to happen before things can change. Please say a prayer for the famlies of these victims and ask GOD to help us make this a better world...
12/19/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo For Skat's contest of 20+7


Details | Free verse | |

Bullets rain tears

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


Details | Epitaph | |

Auschwitz

No more the wretched screams of pain are heard within this place
We walk here with the ghosts of they who ever haunt this space
This godforsaken abattoir, this slaughter house of shame
Remembered in far distant land with one eternal  flame.

No birds sing here nor pass in flight, Life pauses at the gate 
The silence of the grave abides within this fence of hate
And even from the hardest heart it screams the question why
The ovens yawn their dreadful truth that bleeds tears from the eye.

A cold and dreadful ambiance is trapped within this wire
Imagined sounds of shuffling feet of those consigned to fire
The chambers shame in silence bears, the horror that befell
What evil, Godless, twisted mind, designed this ordered Hell

What awful thought, what sick warped mind, imagined such as this
Where hid the souls, who sold their friends, betrayed with Judas kiss
Repentant tears can never cleanse, this stain that mars this land
Nor Pilate’s basin, wash the blame, from bigots bloody hands

The earnest prayer of all who stand in silent witness here, 
Cries Justice for six million lives, destroyed by Facist fear
This manufactured hell hole, this mark of Cain defined
This everlasting edifice, of disgrace and shame enshrined


Details | Imagism | |

Within the Flame

Alone, he sits before the fire
comforted by its warmth
mesmerized by its flame.
Somewhere, deep within his eyes
determined to manifest themselves
ancient visions did appear.
Drawn from across the ages
gathered too from all nations
warriors march(ed) with strength reborn
across the great bridge of time
enemies no more.
Anguished voices, ages old
once carried upon the winds
cease forever to be heard
for now, only sounds of silence reign.
Ancient lands, old beyond their time
ravaged by wars too countless to note
covered for centuries in rivers of blood
will no longer bear the stigma.
With head bowed, a silent prayer given
one single tear shed, forgiveness asked
all help to cleanse and heal.
When angels ever gently place their hands
over battlefields once set upon by death
the healing process shall begin
and life will once again be restored.

©Melody A. Coster (12-16-06)


Details | Nonet | |

Descent Into The Maelstrom

The maelstrom keeps pulling me inwards,
Whirlpool's spinning slowly downwards.
My strength is waning quickly;
Hope’s waning silently.
Perceive no rescue;
No help’s in view.
Life I'll misss.
Abyss;
Void


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

a man I once knew

Walk in and there you are As a picture hanging upon the wall Speechless and not knowing what to say. Our eyes connected and memories came back again. With every memory a tear was cried And another piece of me died. I know you are better off living amongst the stars As an angel protecting us now. I can’t help to think about all you sacrificed for a kid who was not yours. You taught me how to write my name and tie my shoes. You tucked me in at night and kissed my forehead before school. You were the chef of my world And you showed me how to be one too. I learned how to swim thanks to your kindness You invested time and energy into being a father to me. You took it upon yourself to teach me right from wrong And you were there to pick me up when I fell. I came first in your life And always knew I could come home anytime. You could have walked out on me at any point instead you rearranged your life and gave me a home. Sitting in the chair tonight is when I realized you were gone. Watching all the faces of sorrow and emptiness When a hand touched my shoulder and said, “Remember all the memories you get to keep.” She walked off and a smile crossed my face our memories made me who I am today. There is no more calling to say hi Instead prayer is our only communication now. There is no more stopping by the house to see your smile. Now I have to look to the stars for that twinkle. Now a picture hangs on the wall surrounded in memories and years of love.
~RIP Matt 1-26-54-2-22-2013~


Details | I do not know? | |

Why me

Why me
Why me dear god 
Why the hell me!
I did all you asked 
I’ve even played the card 
Of a good girl, the one 
Everyone wanted me to be.
Why can’t you save me.
I’m hurting immensely 
And no one care not even slightly.
How could you allow me to fall 
So deep, so far into misery.
I’ve grown to hate myself so much so
I’m that demon within the angel 
That you see.
I’m crying out for help
And not once did you show me sympathy.
Like everyone else you pretend to care
My prayers are just words you refuse to here.
You watched the tears ran down my cheeks
And didn’t send an angel to watch over me.
I don’t want to be part of this world anymore
Just set me free….
Sleeping forever is where I are to be.

05/05/09


Details | Classicism | |

Apocalyptic sight

Apocalyptic sight

 

Six pairs of Homeric children’s eyes
Over the tomb of ice gray world
Multiply my infinite sorrow into sins with no eyes or ears
In tangents of nostalgia
I kiss the death there that life suffers lung cancer

 
Biblical accusation pierces the silence of solitary harp in the Century of Hamlet’s
Four soaked tears eyes
Cannot set in a web of art neither in the depth of tired aquarelle eyes
The old childhood love into triangle breaths depth
Shed tears in salt of survival 

 
In the geometry of continents
Time impasse like me in the Scandinavian saga
Logical mathematics does not capture lines neither feast of hieroglyph tears
The root of injustice divides only parents' pain
Above the European dried moral

 
Six pairs of eyes and four pairs of eaves accuse
They live autumn of loneliness
Any number does not define emblem of loneliness
Not even a prayer of compassion
Cosine of loneliness interferes in verses and the poetry of human love
And the death doesn’t suffer the reception 
because I draw lines while remaining just a number


Details | Quatrain | |

Sandy Hook

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


Details | Free verse | |

peace sun

I woke up this morning and said a prayer for you,
the sun shines through my blinds and it's a shame i can't be there with you
your heart beat creates earthquakes,
your tears bring the rain,
and for the second time it has flooded here again
I'm sorry if i disappointed you,
I'm sorry if i ever lied,
because what i'd do to go back would mean
i could reverse the time that you died.
sick to my stomach i can't bear the thought,
but when the sun shone through this morning
it brought a peaceful thought back to my heart
through out each day i kneel down and pray
and know you're living in the sky
I try making wishes from stars flying by
but the sight must be quicker then the blink of my eye
i'll never know why,
til it's my time to go,
I look around this city realizing all friends are faded foes
I can't hold on, i hold it within,
it is my faith in peace that keeps me from disintegrating within.


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
   


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God's Daughter

                        
God's Daughter 

When she was and infant she rarely cried 
She couldn't speak but she often tried
She had a smile that resembled her mother's
Intelligent eyes like her fathers who loved her
Her angelic hair, warm like a sunset
Was ritually brushed when she quietly slept
In her ears, which were pierced, were Amethyst stones
For the month she was born they glimmered when shone
Three faded freckles peppered her nose
"This little piggy," would wriggle her toes
She was a gift from the heavens that be
An answered prayer from bended knees
Every day was a gift every moment a dream
The time that they shared was a pleasant routine
With nourishing meals and warm baby baths
Ticklish smiles that went from giggles to laughs
The tantrums she threw when in a bad mood
Faces she made when she tasted new food
And nights when her father would fall asleep with her
"You are my darling,” is what he would whisper
Those precious nights he held her so close
Squeezing so tight that they both made on pulse
On her first day of school she cried in his arms
He made a promise to keep her from harm
So on that same day he did not go home
But stayed there all day so she wasn't alone
She could open his heart with just one glance
Later that night he taught her to dance
In  junior high she complained of her weight
He'd brush back her hair and say she looked great
No longer a child she was making new friends
Finding new interests and following new trends
He loved her so, she gave his life meaning
Giving him faith, hope, joy and reason
One summer night she did not come home
And he could not be reached on her cellular phone
A knocked at the door came with bad news
A body was found lifeless and bruised
She was the victim of a violent assault
He fell to his knees hurt and distraught
After her funeral he no longer prayed
He was angry with God, he felt betrayed
An angel appeared in his thoughts while he slept
As they embraced the both of them wept
"Sometimes The Lord must sacrifice
One of his children to save many lives
When innocent blood is carelessly spilled
The world becomes safer because evil's revealed
God too had a child persecuted by evil
Who died on the cross for the sins of all people 
Your child will be with Him in the heavens above
Guarded by peace and eternal love"
Dedicated to Meghan Landowski September 25, 1991 – April 10, 2008


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To Touch a Fallen Comrade


To touch a fallen comrade and find his life line strong
Will form a lasting bond that lingers on and on
You’ll find your heart is beating as if it’s lost in song
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life line strong
But
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life is gone
To be there as he passes into the great beyond
You’ll find your heart is beating but something feels all wrong
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life is gone
So
Let’s say a prayer for soldiers so they can all hold on
And maybe prayers will help them when everything goes wrong
You’ll find your heart is beating and keeping spirits strong
Let’s say a prayer for soldiers before they all are gone

Let us all now bow our heads
Or go down on bended knee
And pray our Lord will grant us
This soldier’s fervent plea
Lord, keep your eye on soldiers
Wherever they might be
Fighting for their country
Setting people free
Guide their hands and hearts Lord
So they can follow thee
Lord, touch these fallen comrades
And give them heaven’s key
Keep your eyes on soldiers
Wherever they might be

mdailey   - This is my tribute to the troops as we go into Memorial Weekend.  If you 
like this one you can see my other tributes posted some time ago - Daddy's Coming 
Home - America's Greatness - MIA Hill - A Little Hill In Arlington


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Stone Angels

I heard an angel speak last night and he said, "Write".

I sat in darkened silence, pondering the words.
As dawn shed light on me, I knew just what to say.
I was taken back in time to days before my teens when friends and me would walk 
atop a stone wall surrounding the local cemetary.
We tracked throughout the graves and stones of lives that time had left alone.
We tried to read the names and dates but some were so old and weathered that 
that their memories were almost wiped away.
But the thing I remember most of all was the stone angels that stood in vast array.
Guarding over the dead until their souls would rise again in the promise.
We believed this to be true because the town was small and the churches were 
many.
So we knew the lives were close in the chain of time and death did not end their 
rhyme.
Sculptors erected the angels to honor the past and inspire the future.
To let all who came there in life and death know that we have a common bond that 
brings us together.
A common bond and a spiritual thether.
There were statues of Jesus and statues of angels.
Hands folded in prayer and arms raised to heaven.
Eyes looking upward and eyes to the ground.
Every statue was spiritually profound.
Stone angels that spread from the graves to the gates.
We, as children, were humbled by the devotion and dedications left behind by those 
that believed and loved.

I can only hope that the angels of stone can be and have been replaced by angels 
of light.


Rockman  :-)

(For the Constance La France contest, "Angels In The Cemetary".)

I also dedicate this to my mother. May she rest in peace and bathe in the glory.


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The Last Hour of the Christ

I wear the crown of hatred
misunderstanding and despair upon my hair
upon my back a wooden cross I bare
I know not why I’m hated so
all the people seemed to love me just a week ago

my skin is cut from head to toe
from whips of leather by men who wish to see me die
I spoke the truth for all the people to understand
my words of truth where words to set man free
from degradation hate and hell to live in harmony
for the rest of history

I cured the sick and healed the blind
with the touch of my own hand
I’ve walked on water and walked on sand
to preach and bring my truth through out the land 

people came from all around 
and would sit for hours upon the ground
I once had twelve good men who followed me around
now there’s only eleven one man let me down

my words have been mistaken
my God he has forsaken 
for that my life they’re taken
I believe that I have failed 
as my hands and feet are nailed upon this wooden cross
as they raise me in the air
all their sins I know I must bare

I want to scream not fair not fair
I’m just a young man I only wanted to teach
there are so many more people that I wanted to reach
my age is only thirty three
I pray my God
that they the people will remember me

written by Dennis H. Davis 
This poem was written from the human aspect of Jesus Christ. I wrote this poem with no effort what so ever it was as though it was being told to me. I watched my hand move across the page with a purpose a message I believe Jesus wanted this poem written.


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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





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Raven's Task pg2

a heavy smog circles around the dead hiding the ground below the demons become 
louder and I can hear the ground start to quake then thousands of ugly vile things 
climb to the surface and all thousand of their little ugly eyes are on me I suddenly 
feel completely overwhelmed a thousand against one how can this be why would 
our Father do this to me I begin to shoot and a single bullet fly’s not hitting even 
one of those nasty creatures I can now feel the fear and am at my wits end then 
the great spirit speaks once more you have forgotten your Father you have lost 
your faith how can you rid these evil creatures alone I drop to my knees and weep 
oh Father forgive me I have sinned I let the demons take control letting me forget 
the most important thing of all prayer please help me I can’t do this without you I 
trust that you will see me through amen then as I arose the figures I had foolishly 
mistaken for bats had actually been the lords angels waiting for me to pray all at 
once they swooped down beside me their beauty glorifying the entire land I began 
to shoot and not just one bullet flew but twenty everyone of them hit their target as 
the angels and I worked together the battle was won before it could even begin 
when the land again was at peace the angels took my hand the black of my dress 
became white and wings slowly started to sprout upon my shoulders I then knew it 
was time for me to go home

Contest: Living Among the Dead pg 2of 2
By: Virginia Frayer


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Peace be with you little ones

Peace be with you little ones,
As you make your journey home,
So early in the day it seems,
To come upon your lives’ sweet gloam.

Peace be with you little ones,
Your smiles brightened up the earth,
And though we might no longer see,
They still in heaven spread their mirth.

Peace be with you little ones,
And those who would your guardians be,
There should be no cost put on lives,
So easily lost in tragedy.

Peace be with you little ones,
As you make your journey home,
So early in the day it seems,
To come upon your lives’ sweet gloam.

For the children and adults who lost their lives in Newtown Connecticut


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I mourn you today with tears on your grave

Still fully I weep with always a cross to bare
Sorrow fills me as I look to your stone and stare
Flowers adorn it colors of red white and blue
Flags on each side and your memory still holds true

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave

I look down at the rows of others that have been taken
The mortality of it all leaves me shaken
A sea of grass surrounds there final resting place
I’d give it all up to see your smiling face

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave

Trees of oak and pine shade their eternal bed
Animals roam freely upon the sleeping dead
The air is slowing blowing then there is a calming cease
I say a prayer for you and hope you always rest in peace

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave



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HEADSTONE--Monsieur L'Vampyre--

 HEADSTONE (Monsieur L'Vampyre)
All through the day my soul doth sleep
layed to the dark and out of sight
not thinking how my soul may keep
nor if I raise up to the night;
I rest in dark that's cold and deep,
my casket's lid sealed up all tight

my only prayer is death for me
although I know, it cannot be.

The curse of life forever more
was put on me and all my seed,
it shackles me to life--the bore,
and makes blood all I ever need,
except I also hunger for
the heat of love where-in I feed.

But underneath my casket's stone
I sleep all day, and sleep alone.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

(Attempting to get enough new Monsieur L'Vampyre poetry for my next book, MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE MEETS THE WEREWOLF. Yes, Monsieur L'Vampyre indeed knows how to spell "Le Vampire," but he also knows how to spell his name, and his name is L'Vampyre.


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


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Gone

Yesterday has slipped away
And only now I see
Just how sad the answers
To those questions asked can be

A hollow feeling in my heart
A pain inside so real
An empty space inside of me
That only you can fill

Even though you're gone from me
Still I’m holding on
To something that can never be
To something so far gone

People say that I'll forget 
That time will dry my tears
People say this pain inside
Will fade throughout the years

But everything we did
And every word that we did share
And every place we've been
Have left their shadows everywhere

Apart from you and I
Nobody else could ever know
Or ever understand
The part of me that can't let go

You were my love, my heart, my soul
You gave my life to me
And now I feel so lonely 
Saying 'I' instead of 'We

In a world of strangers
Here alone I stand
My promise of tomorrow
Gently slipped right through my hand

I close my eyes and feel you near
In dreams you're by my side
In every prayer I pray for you
In every tear I cry

Not only did I lose my love
I lost my best friend too
I lost my world, my heart, my soul
The day that I lost you

Although the road gets lonelier
And longer everyday
My memories of loving you
Will never fade away...


By Raina Hutchins



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Home

twenty-four hours and counting.........
I have been called home to the realm above 
I must submit a bow and gracefully move forward
I must leave you behind my friend, my life....

But, for now......
I shall,

sing a symphony of celebration
dance naked deep within the trees of belief  
dive from the highest cliff I can find
sit quietly and sip chamomile tea 
I will run as fast as I can
skipping and jumping up to each cloud I see
I will relish each moment with a ponder and a plea
as the clock tics down to a grand completion
I will fall upon my knees 
a prayer of thanks I will recite
a word of encouragement to each one who has brought me into the light
I sit for now, grateful for each second spent next to you 
a grateful journey of splendid yesterdays
joyous the celebration , I pledge to watch over thee

goodbye for now......... 

soon a flight to be free.................

quite a Tantalize sensation  

wings 

a halo

yes , it is me..........


 


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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is it a chance or just destiny

Her hands were cold as I touched them
I felt an absolute fear plays its rhythm 
I couldn’t hear their voices though they were loud
Am I supposed to feel so alone while I’m surrounded by a crowd ?
Whenever I started losing my faith I heard you say :
All you can do now is to pray 
It was my destiny to die
No matter how much you try 
It was hard yet I found hugging hands 
My knees were weak but I was able to stand 
So I might not be a perfect version of what you want to see 
But I can remove the dust and let you fly high and free 
I promise you I will never let go 
As long as you still want to glow 
I can’t know what tomorrow will bring 
Let’s just close our eyes and swing 
Because no matter how bad things may seem to be 
We never know what’s written in our destiny 


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Cleanse This House

God grant me 
The ability to have peace
In this house 
From the decease
Banish them all
For the rest of their days 
So I don't have to suffer 
From their evil ways 
I know I cant see em 
But I know their there
Cause i can feel their presence
In the still frigid air
They seem to match me 
Step for step 
Though I cant seem them
I feel their breath on my neck
In the midst of the dark
As i drift off to dream 
I'm startled stiff from the sound
Of demons when they scream
I sit straight up 
And am frozen in place 
I try to cover up 
As i wipe the sweat from my face 
Hear my cries oh lord 
Our god of mercy 
Protect this house and my soul 
From that which that which tries to 
hurt me
Come into this house 
And stake your claim
Evil and demons be gone 
Hallowed be thy name 


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Don't Let Go

Her long ebony locks tickle the 
floor
She looks at her eyes, then 
grooms herself more.

One hundred strokes through 
her sleek black hair
While she poses straight in her 
vanity chair.

A splash of crimson on her 
flushed pale skin
Her lips reveal her deadly sin.

The moonlight highlights her 
broken shell
Her cold, dry eyes know only 
time will tell.

She slowly rises, giving one 
look more
Then hesitates as she shuts the 
door.

She stops for a moment to soak 
up the silence
And thinks of the hatred, the 
selfishness and violence.

She continues on with her only 
escape
She turns off the lights and 
closes the drapes.

She readies herself for her final 
defeat
She had lost the battle and 
must now retreat.

Wearing her pearls and her 
laced-up gown
She crawls into bed and lies 
herself down.

“Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to 
keep..”

The gleaming dagger targets 
her breast
Her heart beats violently 
beneath her chest.

Almost there, a small distance 
more
Her arm stops quickly, sparing 
the gore.

Laughter arises from the floor 
below
A boy’s voice-a young naïve 
fellow.

She opens her eyes, in shock 
and in fear
That she’d almost lost someone 
very dear.

She closes her eyes yet once 
again
She says a prayer and an 
“amen”.

Her obligations consume her 
heart
More so than the wish to part.

She thought about love, 
kindness and care
Life is a blessing, not meant for 
despair.

We are all attached, like 
branches on trees
And we are all rooted like 
weeds in the breeze.


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A Stain

Each night she goes to bed in fear
Each night a prayer is prayed
For just one night of peaceful sleep
No visit to come her way
Still every night he enters in
He violates her soul
Abruptly leaves this child in fear
A wounded tattered girl
Until one day she’s had enough
His pain she can take no more
She goes to bed and waits for him
To end her broken world
With one wave she cuts away
The life he lives each day
Now in peace she sleeps each night
And all that’s left
A stain

Each day she prays for freedom
Each day she battles on
The day he promised to love and cherish
The day is now no more
With each day she faces fear
From the man she dearly loves
Leaves her in a battered mess
Scarred to face the world
Then came the day she had enough
The fear she could not take
Aimed a gun while in his sleep
One shot would seal his face
Her life is now free from fear
The world she can enjoy
Now in peace she sleeps each night
And all that’s left
A stain

These stories each are similar
The price each paid was death
Two people lived in daily fear
Now live in happiness
Some say the actions 
Of these ones 
Were drastic steps to take
The bible states 
Thou shalt not kill
But help was just too late
Think back the story
Of the cross
Where Jesus bled and died
He shed his blood 
To save each soul
For us he paid the price
Sounds like the death
Of these ones
At the hands of ones that feared
Was covered by the rugged cross
Where Jesus paid for sin
For God is love 
And each of us
He wants to live in peace
If you doubt 
Go to the cross
And you will find 
A stain


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Till Date

stagnancy is something not new to me,
it's just have become overwhelming off late.
stale moments, motionless hours,
clinge to my identity as alter ego.



numbed emotions make even prayer incomplete,
stone heart mises nobody on earth.
cell bars' perpetual shadow make stripes on my body permanent
for fifteen years i have been standing at the same place



my world - squeazed into 7 by 4 ft rectangular room,
life has become a mere waiting station for death.



I till date believe I have not yet got accustomed to this place.


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MLK - 1929 - 1968

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


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

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

and much, much more
to fight for still

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


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


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War on Humanity

All over the globe the number of dead are increasing
A bomb here, a bomb there, its no more surprising
Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seem to be creating havoc for the majority
None seem to be spared
In their success to spread hatred

No more shall the mind be without fear
A blast or killing could happen anywhere near
No more shall there be a welcome smile to a stranger
As the scared mind would signal a danger
No more elation at a fire cracker bursting
As the mind would say it could be a horrible bombing
If allowed to spread their sinister tentacles
The terrorists would create an unwanted spectacle

No more shall we have
The cool breeze from the wonderful seven seas
No more shall we have
The dazzling vibrant colours of the rainbow
No more shall we have 
The smell of peace from the seven continents
The hanging sword of terror shall only leave 
Barren land surrounded by repelling red blood coloured sea.

The news show sight of woman, orphaned children crying
Without a fault their innocent relatives are dying
“War against terror” !! Seems big lies
as people see only hardships, suffering and cries
All we see is the drying up of tears from their eyes
But wonder, when and how they would again start their lonely lives?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illetracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY.

I close my eyes to say a prayer to God
Give them some sense, oh lord!!
To those who have treaded on a wrong path
WAKE UP!! Stop this horrible blood bath
Please give up hatred, stop this revengeful dance
I plead, Please give peace atleast one last chance…..


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Two Hearts Kissed

Two Hearts Kissed

Thank God that families can be forever.
Now you and your Barbara can be together.
Separation by death has pains, tears rain.
And hope teaches of togetherness, again.

We two met, became “best friends”, loved and married, 
Although marriage passed, friendship remained.
No widow, I, but there is still some pain…and our son.
God, please comfort him through grief with shining sun.

One man, many children, our son’s father, my daughters' “Dad”
The tragic end to a giving life, lost in a blink…more than sad. 
Tears fall, souls ache, and demenors remain strong while hearts break.
X-husband, father, brother…and friend – too soon, the Lord did take.

My love I send to his children, sister, and to his every friend.
Dear God, a forever family prayer I ask for Barbara and him.
Please comfort those who loved him; he shall be missed.
And thank you for the years we shared…two hearts kissed.

Lovingly, Dane
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The End

The end of our souls, our mercy, our righteousness;
With twelve hundred walkmans
With twelve hundred radios
With twelve hundred televisions
All going out at once- static – static
All being crushed by the hand of humanity,
Communication,
Ill misfortune,
All in tune to the same crashing station
Static.
Like they stated in scriptures, rushing in succession
Tearing down doors teaching a lesson.
Let’s recognize this mess were in,
Jesturing to let the demons in,
Run faster, shut the door before the evil comes in.
But that box has already been opened
With our ill hearts
And wrecked souls,
With our mercy for genocide,
And ‘equality polls.’
Static - Static
I can remember a Paris church on Palm Sunday
Entirely filled with lit candles
One for each prayer we brought
And I wonder why my prayers must be so long
Praying for all of the struggle to be gone
Praying to relieve the pain from our homes
Praying to ease the curse from our souls.
This is not the end of us,
No zombie apocalypse
No meteor swallowing us
Just our faded minds
Coming out to hide.
Static.
Tell me that a lesson isn’t a lesson until it is taught right.
Yes, these happenings are real even when they’re not in site.
Look closer. 
Close your eyes.
Look out at your own life.
For each soul, we are drowning in ankle deep water,
Pretending this earth is perfect
Is just going to hold us under.
Don’t bother to try if you haven’t tried yet
Because there are those of us out here that just don’t forget-
The drinking and driving,
The death of Dak,
The shootings and short comings,
And the *****that we lack.
**** man,
You see this world is cruel
But we can clean up this mess and make it beautiful
Just if we open our eyes
And see that this is
The end of the world.


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I Want to Be Where Jesus Is

I Want to Be Where Jesus Is!

Where Jesus is,
 I want to be with him
I’ll honor HIM because
I love him!
 
Into his direction
 I shall go…
His word in my life,
 I must daily know.

What he says to me,
 I must carefully listen,
His will for my life,
 I don’t want to be missin’.

His love for me…
I want to receive,
His abundant life is what
 I aim to achieve.

Thank you Jesus for 
helping me to see…
I need much more of you, 
and a lot less of me!


By Jim Pemberton


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OMNISCIENCE

Father, God, you taught me how,
With happy heart, before you, bow.
You took my fears, though I was lost,
And nailed them with you on the cross.

Mercy’s love has shown your grace
And how to boldly seek your face.
All burdens offered you, each one,
I lay before your righteous throne.

There was a man that loved me once
For his soul, I need assurance.
A child of nine, I knew not why,
My favorite grandpa had to die.

Your truth not know to me those days,
Too young to walk the narrow way.
With heavy heart, my tears long wept,
Did he, your sacrifice, accept?

To Heaven’s gate I lift my prayer
Will Papa lovingly meet me there?
Oh, how I wish back then I knew
Salvation prayers are sent through you.

Did others pray his soul be saved
So he’d accept the price you paid?
All things you know, then, as today,
But did you hear this prayer I pray?

In your Omniscience, I rely
That years ago you heard my cry.
If when he lived you knew my need
I, for his soul, now intercede.


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Repose

Shall I count the burdens? 
Shall I count the pains? 
A heart that is troubled 
With no one to call a friend. 

Shall I regret as accursed 
Or accept things in peace? 
A willful soul though tedious 
Shall not succumb to defeat. 

For today is the distance 
Untimely may adjourn; 
And the morrow is uncertain 
As I peeped through the dawn. 

Neither have I the power 
Nor have I the might; 
All but the courage 
And the will to survive. 

I call God in my prayer 
With unrelenting faith; 
I am hopeful that He answers 
If unceasingly  I'll wait. 

I might have missed something good 
Or something better and had wept, 
Should I push my toil the harder 
And the best things shall I reap. 

Now all that it was, and all that it is 
May become so sweet as I calmly rest; 
Thus, the challenges and strife – the struggle for a cause 
Are but the steps to my poor soul's repose. 


                             Date & Time of Writing: 
                             December 25, 1994 
                             12:13am - 12:42am 


Should I perish and be given the chance to be buried decently, 
let it be that this poem inscribed in my epitaph.


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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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Weak

Resistant laugh,
Scope of my pride,
Honorable integrity
With a twist of wisdom and wit,
Is it hard to notice
The night turning over
To the peer of the morning sun
While the frozen ground is cracked
From a winter's chill
Like the chapped lips of a cigarette aficionado.
 
You beseech me
And I abide by your appeal
Like a doctor with a weak anesthetic,
Yet you stand outside, watching the sun rise
With a roll tucked between your pouting lips
Like a man under the pin of a shark's jaw
As the teeth clench and he uses his last breaths
To try to kill it before it kills him.
 
I can only say a prayer for you
As I've done so many times before,
Wishing for your comfort and happiness
Like a repetitive drone with a repetitive desire,
But it makes no difference to the eyes and ears of this world.
 
God will chop away at you
Like a surgeon running late for a dinner party,
And you will deteriorate
Like the awe inspiring pages of a classic novel's
First print. I will spare the expense
And carefully turn each page,
Reading each chapter under strict scrutiny
As a devout fan and honest critic,
Loving, appreciating and admiring every word
Until the day the binding
Loses its touch
And falls apart.


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Salute to Michael Jackson

Salute To Michael Jackson



Fade from black to grey
Fade from red to pink
Fade from white to yellow
But no matter what
You always stood mellow
No discriminations
No racism or ignorance
Could stop you…
For you were a true king
And it was in you we believed
You inspired us all
So we know that if we fall
We must get bck up
Stomp the dust off our Tims
Say a prayer as we look up
And we’re back at it again
Salute to Michael Jackson
As we stand side by side
Forever we’ll respect 
And keep your memory alive.



Rest In Peace: Michael Jackson




By: Aleasha A. Martin


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Jaded Seraph

A-sharp bends backwards the strings of my broken lyre
I hurtle towards Earth
In swan-dive defiance of God
crashing through an ocean of prayer
as all Heaven watches, aghast

I breathe in the toxic fumes of the city
leaping from rooftop to rooftop
as naked creatures, bold and ugly
wander the streets stealing souls
like some demented carnival

I spurn the prayer palaces of the prud'homme
like the ear-piercings of an off-key choir
I keep counsel with the pain of men
guided to battlefields
where souls are spent foolishly

I hold them in my arms
and wear their blood, listening
as they search for meaning
with their last dying breath


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THE WAY WAR VETERANS SUFFER FOR OURS HARD WORK

I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer when we come back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer with tears in ours and sadness on ours faces,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated right,we are treated wrong,we have no one to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated fairly we are treated unfairly,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated kind,we are treated unkind,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing from coming back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated good we are treated badly,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing who are still on this earth while ours conrades have paid the price and die for this country,We still don't have anyone to comfort us, the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw the country on 9/11 when the enemy came and bomb the USA,We was there to comfort the country and the people that lost love ones,the power was on the side of the military of the USA,We beat them down,so I ask this question????? Who are going to comfort us now,we are no longer soldiers but war veterans all mess up we was not born this way but got this way for fighting for ours country////// SSG Jack Thomas Kirt


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In Memory of Lee

As I stare up at the sky, 
I sit and wonder why, 
God has taken you so quickly, 
when you have been saved so recently.

Only to perceive 
and I believe, 
that at Victory Baptist you came to rest, 
so that you could meet Jesus and be blessed.

Because in Heaven, 
you were expected, 
he needed you to heed his call
and be able to turn away from it all

And if you did not have a chance to say, 
good-bye to your family, 
you will be reunited with them one day 
and until then they will think of you daily.

So, now I kneel and pray, 
asking God to lift their grief away, 
that he allows her to meet them at heaven's door, 
so that they may hold her once more.


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Hope for Utopia

          Utopia, Casa de las Madre,
these four walls that close
         round flesh and bone, exclaim:
"...it is the breaking of the body,
and the spilling of blood...",    is it not
       that which means sacrifice?
    means love?
                            means life?
Family brought together in embrace
       of pain and prayer, I say:

'God, I am only as good as you,
             and being as you are, I can't
                       regret my birth (having played no part),
                                                     but live only with belief:
                                  that my home can once house my heart 
                                                                                          in peace.


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Last Prayer

Last Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
Medication Russian Roulette
Praying to the lord my soul he shall keep
Please God don’t let me awake
I yearn to embark on this slumber
A slumber which knows no end
Closing my eyes; never to open again
The one thing I ask dear Lord
May my loved ones never weep
For embarking on my eternal sleep

By: Tim Lundmark


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Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid 
Flows downward 
As fragile carcasses decay 
Without a peep of a sound

We’re in the brink of disaster… 

Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?

We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us… 
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…

Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…

The eeriness breaks 
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly… 
Into the chambers of death 

Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops… 
Rising rapidly –  
It never stops

Dreams of misfortune still 
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness… 
Consuming the darkness…

We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…

Who will set our souls free 
From suppression?  

Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our 
Guiltless lives… 
We’re in complete agony… 
Does He consider 
Our prayers  
Of support and nourishment? 

We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…

Encourage us to keep on 
Trekking toward Your light

Where’s Your path?

You rinse off all of the sorrow 
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow 

The weeping ceases…
While the corpses 
Tear into 
Blood-spattered 
Pieces…  

The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our 
Ecstasy…   
Leading us to peace and fortune 
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from 
Calamity… 

We’re hungry… 
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly 
Like an obscure cave…

Rescue us from affliction –  
Embracing downhearted clouds…

Those wretched clouds…

Brought us rain when we asked for bread…

Those merciless clouds…

Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…

Remember our supplications… 
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us  
Out of cruel vengeance 
Out of sheer amusement 

Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover… 
You can’t manipulate us 
Like a subtle toy 

We’re praying for
Quiet waters

Offer the deceased 
A second chance

Don’t disown 
Our broken lives

We’re not alone…

We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…


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Sixty Minutes

Sixty minutes to make peace, 
not much time in the scheme of things.  
To ask forgiveness for all I've done, 
seems I shouldn't have tempted fate in the first place.  
I never should have taken the path, 
that leads to remorse and I'm sorry's.  
I just should have listened to my little voice.  
The Angel that tried to guide me.  
Perhaps I wouldn't be here at this moment, facing my mortality.  
The what if's can fry the mind. 
 But just one might have saved me.  
I leaned upon the tale I'd been told, 
that forgiveness is but a prayer away. 
But, when you have just thirty minutes left, 
you realize it's too late.  
I am luckier than some, I guess.  
That had the end happen in a blink.  
Never knowing, nor having the chance, 
to ask for their soul to be saved.  
With just thirty seconds, 
not much time for lengthy pleas.  
So I will just ask you to hear my last two words..
"Forgive me" 



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widow clarkes cabin

surrounded by untouched Forrest way out back in the carriboo, o a place where i grew up nestled deep in the woods , our cabin, Dreams became a reality hard work we built our cabin , deeded by the crown, peace, and paradise .Our home to last lifetimes great grandchildren's children, beside the deepest clearest fresh water lake the loons , shimmering moon light, feeling the waves like the heart beat of Mother earth as the winds gently carried our voices in prayer no is only heart aches and despair taken away mining and logging selling our dreams like death that keeps endlessly haunting Clarke's cabin out at cougar bay, native women widow today's damages so much like the past


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Grieving

a thousand times I call your name
throughout the day
like I always would

you'd come frolicking around the corner
always making your way
to me

a thousand times I swear I feel you
brush up against my legs
like you always would

a thousand times more
I forget your gone
because you should be here
not there

but I know it's an oasis
one where your lungs are restored,
your breaths aren't shallow
and you're eating all of the tuna in the world

a thousand times I swear I wake up
you next to me
on the other pillow

I can't help but sleep against the wall
afraid I'll roll over on you

and then I wake up,
pillow bare
no indent
and the reality takes toll
a thousand times I've prayed for your soul

but in the end,
I'm alone


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Death With No Voice

The faces have no name or color, they only hope of a future which will never be seen. They stagger to God in prayer begging for help as the tears flow freely down their worn and wrinkled cheeks. 

Mothers awake to the sound of crying with not an answer to their children's pleas. The world goes on as always, turning their backs on these people, who continue to die in silence, without a voice or harmony.


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Promises & Prayers

Promises & Prayers

Happy Birthday Ryan, 
our gifts to you this year,
have no bows or wrapping paper, 
just promises and prayers. 

A promise to speak your name each day,
to try to sleep well tonight,
a prayer that you’ll watch over us, 
always keep us in your sight. 

A promise we’ll always think of you, 
before we drift away too deep,
and a prayer that you’ll come visit us, 
in our dreams when we’re asleep. 

A promise you’ll be our waking thought, 
before the sun begins to rise,
a prayer angels see God’s approving smile, 
mirrored in your blue, blue eyes. 

A promise to share your stories,
and your pictures we’ll proudly show,
a prayer you’ll have enough to reap,
you had such little time to sow. 

A prayer that no more tragedies, 
ever again catch our family off guard,
broken hearts will stay broken forever, 
but hearts are stronger when they’re scarred.
Broken hearts remain broken forever, 
but love grows stronger once they’ve scarred. 

So Happy Birthday Ryan,
as the days turn into years,
forever in our broken hearts, 
and in our promises and prayers


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Blessing from Heaven on a Bittersweet day

The dress is zipped, the veil is in
One last touch up and dry my tears
Another bobby pin
I need you here to calm my fears

But here I stand feeling all alone
Looking up at heaven
Wishing I could bring you home
Waiting for the clock to strike seven

Here comes grandpa to take you place
He happily stands by my side
But I know he sees the hurt on my face
He tells me I’m such a beautiful bride

What a bitter sweet day
Now I’m ready to go
I take a moment and pray
Just to say “Hello”

Now down the aisle I walk
I see Joel’s face
Walking into wedlock
I feel such a warming embrace

Now I know though I didn’t that day
You weren’t missing a thing
That I’m confident enough to say
I believe this was a heaven sent blessing

For when I was looking later
In one certain photo
There is was, it couldn’t be clearer
A cross with such a beautiful glow

Then I knew I wasn’t alone
My prayer had been answered
And you came back home


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Betsy's Burden

Poor thing was such a worrier 
Over every little thing
Tell her any bit of news 
Expect the third degree
Endless nights she would spend in prayer
For answers to the problems  
The running joke around the town 
Avoid being Betsy’s burden

Betsy was the sweetest soul
You would ever want to meet
Always first to help someone
If ever there was a need
Despite poor Betsy’s goodness
Her worry voided reason
She would drive a soul plum crazy
Your problem became her burden

One early Sunday afternoon 
Before the choir rehearsed 
The people of the church house
Started to get concerned
Betsy never did show up
To lift her voice in song
A member of the choir set out
To find out what was wrong

They found her by her bedside
Still in place to pray
In offering up a prayer to God
He took her home to stay
Only thing that could explain 
Her death while still in prayer
That God himself was finally tired
Of hearing her always pray

Some people take upon them 
To be a pillar of strength
Betsy was that person
But her burden did defeat
Be careful of the task you chose
So it does not destroy you
Just like the problem 
That done one in
Known as Betsy’s burden


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September Morning

My prayer was heard
you will hurt no more
The Lord took you the next morning.

My heart aches
my soul quakes
I lost you that sad September morning.

My eyes cry
I constantly sigh
since our last goodbye
I will forever be mourning.

I seek you in my dreams
holding me again
stay with me till morning.


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A Son's Answer

It's ok Mom and Dad
please be happy and don't be sad

Look up in the sky and what do you see
into the clouds, you'll see an image of me

I might have left you but I'm still here
being forgotten, I do not fear

I know you love me and I love you 
being taken away from you hurts me too

Whatever happened it's over now
I will find a way to be with you someday and somehow.

I'm in heaven and he's taking care of me
Say a little prayer for me.


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Death Awaits Me

It seems as if the darkness was like a veil that
Covered and kept my heart away!

Death Awaits!

Hey listen to my tragic story
One melodramatic story
The one that even I hate to remember
I had lost my wife!
My only real love in life!
And my children would soon follow after her!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!

I have no hope left in me
Lost my house after my job
And soon I had been forced onto the streets
I have been starving for days!
Crying tears of blood!
Then finally I submitted to the darkness!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits! Death Awaits!!!

It's like karma came back to haunt me
Taking everything that I once cherished!
It seems as if the darkness was like a veil that
Covered and kept my heart away!

Death Awaits...

Now that I've been corrupted
There was no way to stop me
I had all the power necessary to live
However, I cried for help!
Terribly crying on the inside!
Hoping for a release from this world!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!

I felt like an empty shell
One taking space and frail
Asking for some salvation or a way out
I'm tired of living!
I don't need this life!
Not if I am to be left alone in this world!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!
Death Awaits! Death Awaits!!!

It's like I held my life in my grasp
But then it all got taken away suddenly
It's like the darkness is slowly dragging me
Into a cold and dark oblivion!

How I wish that I could fade into the
Darkness and have death carry me away
But it would seem as if I'm made to
Suffer for eternity...
I've done what I've coud to try and
Take my own life away but I've failed!
So I'm on my knees begging the
Darkness to take me away!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits...

I call upon the darkness to do me a favor
I pray that my prayer will be answered
Take my life away for I want to
Be with my family once again... 

Death Awaits...


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matchbox

As a kid i use to sing,

through the summers and  autumns  and wonderous springs,

for the days to which we care,

when everyone was thinking to share,

as a prayer would split the sun,

and the the children would wish to run,

for the fairest would take the night,

as the visionary would curse his sight,

for i am just a man,

a prisoner taken from his land,

an together we shall take our stand,

for at once the trumpets will unfold,

as erect as a warrior so bold,

for my body has felt so cold,

and within shall embrace and hold.

 


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A Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here
To carry weight we should have bore
Upon His shoulders He carried all
For all of us, for love and more

At birth, His destiny was set in stone
He was to travel, on fated road
To save us all, brothers and sisters
He carried, heavily, our load

Upon the end of carrying our cross
He met His death with prayer and love
He did not run, nor dare to fight
With thoughts of God the Father above.

Upon His death, in a tomb He lay
Placed gently by His mother and others
With prayer for Him and hoping too
He’d return for His sisters and brothers

In the early morn, a discovered sight
The rock at the cave was displaced
By the hand of God, all soon had learned
That the fate of man had been graced

He rose! He rose! The savior came
Though some still had their doubts
Soon, fingers placed inside His wounds
And ascending, chased fear right out

He is the rock of man, the foundation
He is that which we build the church upon
He came and because of His rising
We are graced upon death, by God’s son.


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Good-Bye

 It gets easier and easier,
with each passing day,
but trust me,
in my heart,
it's not easy to say,
I miss him alot,
though there's nothing,
I can do,
but I know for one thing, 
our friendship,
will never be through.


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Goodbye, my love -Part I

I want to right, all the wrongs that make u cry,
I want to fight for u against the racing time
I don't want to lose, not until I try
And I know u won't give up too, not without one hell of a fight. 

Just when we had reached a point of no return,
He made us stop and made u turn,
You were all I had, my most prized possession,
But He decided u die...oh His one decision

Oh my Lord, your one decision, 
Has changed the very course of my life
Without her by my side, how do You expect me to survive.
Without her such radiant smile, how do You expect me to feel alive.

She loves me so much and doesn't want me to hurt
So she's not letting go, battling her illness bcoz she knows
That it would leave me stranded here, wallowing in pain
Slowly and surely her death would drive me insane

And it makes her resolve, to be brave and soldier on,
Fight her death and meet every blow head on
But the end is near and she smiles and takes my hand 
She says a silent prayer for the suffering she's about to gift her man

And now I look down at her, her flawless face,
And think of how much more pain she's willing to take
I think of our lives then, so full of happiness
And I think of our lives now, so filled with turbulence

And I wonder how much inner strength she must have,
To have endured all the severe pain that she has
I just want her now to be free,
Since she's only hanging on bcoz she's afraid what what might become of me

And in her eyes I see such helplessness,
Maybe down the road, she can see the darkness
And she looks at me now, 
Her teary eyes beg for my forgiveness

For she knows she's leaving me now
Her strength is now wearing her down
I can hear her silently crying, and even though she's trying,
In her heart, she knows she's dying.



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Nancy's Birthday

Today is your birthday many will hold you near 
Instead of celebrating I'm holding back these tears 
I miss you everyday but today it hits me more 
Losing a true friend  someone that I adored 
I wish that you were celebrating surrounded by your kids 
I often feel there pain and know your truly miss 
I guess I'll light a candle and say a special prayer 
I'll think of happy thoughts and times that we have shared 
I want to thank you Nancy for being in my life 
Even though your no longer here I hold you close inside 
Happy Birthday Nancy I yell this out with pride 
For even though your body is gone your spirit never dies  


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In the Baptism, for Kim

                          the prayer:
Quickened once, this seed uncrucified reclaims
Against the dessication of faith in my drought
And root dry tortures of decomposing doubt,
Against it all, a sudden impulse in the kernel flames
Thanks to my Divine Intervener, sweet love undying
Shattered falls the broken web to free my wings
The lung tarring vice, defeated, can no more clings
I joy in this, from doom and death returning
Sprout me again, breathe in me new a new day fresh
Water me with prayers of thanksgiving still, sun
Me fruit joy and grain, bless me where my Jordans run;
Unyielding Christ, out of thy grace, I rise to love afresh.
 
                           the testimony:
And I through travail of night to birth again
Carried you slumberless into faith of day
And I torn and shredded by sin's foul pain
From prayer to prayer wept against decay
Those years, distant, dark, void and cold
Those fears when death yawned wide iron jaws
And you my lamb staggered from the fold
O how I raged at life, and veiled despotic laws
That broke us into splinters with our dreams
I did not see today to sing again, doubts tears
Blinded me, heaven seemed silent to my screams
But today, you give me back my hope of years.
And I was not there to hold your hand, absent
From the cuddling moment my love had planned
And yet, devised by faith, I stood full present
For I am the jar of clay in the Master's kind hand
And you my child suffered it all, to bring me
Back from a superficial walk with love, and we
O let us rinse the skies with praise, let us
Walk, nobler creatures called from a common dust.
                         
                                celebration:
Give me space to seal a kiss upon an embrace
To pour my joy before your pleasant face
Give me space to thunder with belief and stay
Exiled in ignorance, and clothed in wisdom when I pray.


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Fighting For a Miracle

She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
The warm rays wash over
her skin as light fills the sky.

She sits in the field remembering
the pain, reliving that dreadful day.
Those heart-wrenching words
forever burned into her mind.

She sits in the field and raises
her hand to her bare head.
Fingers gently caress the
stubble of hair slowly returning.

She sits in the field wrapping
her arms around her now flat chest.
The most prominent feature of a 
woman now lost to her forever.

She sits in the field, the taste of salt
in her mouth and tears staining her cheeks.
The hope of survival sitting
just out of reach.

She sits in the field thinking
of her should-have-been future now lost.
Another prayer fall from her lips
as she asks for a miracle.

She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
Hoping for more days like these
and praying for it all to just end.


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Abundant Touch

blood, sweat, and tears
nailed to a cross
crown full of thorns
your life was lost
for me, a worthless sinner
for me
a new beginning
I leave the past where it remains
I've been transformed
I've been restored
condemned no more
I wear the chains no more
I am free


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Billie's Voice

I do not think I will go to heaven
Since the life I led in the past
Will surely send me on that path
Straight to hell with vastly heat

I did my best to make things right
I quit the drugs and the life that was fast
To give birth to my only child, my son, my life
For which the life of the past will catch on me one day
I only wish I knew how it would portray

I fell in love for the first time past forty
With the best love ever to stow upon me
A women would you believe – she set me free
To be who I wanted – to fly with ease
We have such a bond unlike the others
My eternal comeuppance I believe

There are no drugs in me except to cure HEP C
A mistake I made before I was twenty
My life is the best it has been for what I see
I did not count on parting this new life I lead
I did my best to make things right
Now my only prayer is to see the light

I lived with my heart and loved with my mind
I touched many souls as I did my own
I had no idea how life could be
If it were not for that fast life in my teens
I would still be here in this life, with all my dreams
					
G. Goodwin 9/11/07


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Jesus

We all walk on a loose line that leads to debris

Silence 

Etched in the fabrication through the elapse in time,
The Lilley of the valley the bright & morning star/

The illumination in time through degrees of solace
A hand extends through the cosmic debris in circumstantial evidence;

Just to touch the very hem of his garment
Just to hear to pitter patter of soft sandeled feet...

~
A myraid chasm through a gulf fix in sight;

We all fall short in the midst of violation...
Having planted our seeds in its timely proclamation
A side was pierced for sorrow to be gained;
In times of want their is a clear change

In the violation of the innocent proned to bitter chains..
~

The hand to hold as you are told until the rights to you are sold;

Jesus in the garden pearls of sweat fallen down
Jesus in my heart while painting the town
Jesus after the rise in certain days to see
Jesus in the formidable way making sweet history
Jesus helping neighbor or the hero in disguise;
Jesus offering breakfast to his followers in disguise
Jesus who will pray in the tender hours of need
Jesus is in you & also in me!
~

Torn

With days in thought & delicate prayer with humble quest
A rest in view to its timely crest;
We each our given a choice regarding heaven & hell
Yet Jesus is the perfect gentleman who doesn't force himself on anyone

Through briars, asps & serpents layer...
Jesus
We all were born into the world & given a choice?
Repent for the days our cursed;
Don't live your lives in a fishbowl circling around year after year choose the fear
In sorrows quest the follow draws near in desolation filtered through a straw
A sore vex sway to take the time to bow the knee to pray
Some may even insist it ought not be that way yet who are they?

The liberal makes his or her heart fat on the worldly vices with false choices;
~

Through ages past as Abraham had grasped & Moses was exposed
Jesus
We watched on as you were ripped to shreads;
Your tender touch through eraser heads
In vile repute hence the opened door to explore...
Yet the past is the past & now is now
A heart saturated with truth thus in order to withstand the truest test in time
Elapsed fervor,

Bood soaked messenger exposed to the elements;
Jesus
Come into my heart I know I'm a sinner
I ask you to be my Lord & savior;
In Jesus name I pray,
Amen.

Now choose to celebrate your commitment with other believers in the fellowship;
Embrace the cross.
Amen


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WHEN I AM DEAD

When I am dead my Dearest
Just say a prayer for me
Please stop all tears from falling
For God has set me free.

I'm a registered Donor
So let them freely take
What e'er their hearts desire
A new me God will make.

Have lots of fun and laughter
Every night at my wake
Going home is a pleasure
God never makes mistakes.

I want you all rejoicing
Give me a great send off
No sad hymns should be singing
Wings are a good trade-off.

I'm going to my Master
For He has called me home
When I am dead my Dearest
UP will my spirit roam.

In Heaven I hear the bells
Ringing, and I'm in glee
There's Jesus and the Angels
Waiting to welcome me.


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Goodnight God

Goodnight my God,
I`m going to bed    
Work is over,  
prayers are said   
I am not afraid of night                 
You will watch till morning light.      

Goodnight dear God, 
I`m going to die     
Work is over,  
While here I lie, 
waiting for my final breath       
I Am not afraid of dark     
You will be my only ark.

Goodnight, my Lord
I feel so tight
My love I have ignored;
I shunned your light.
How I wish your face to see
Then I`ll know, 
I will be free.


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Fight

don’t
don’t throw me out 
into the garbage
people must keep fighting in this world
and I still have meat on my bones
and a few living cells in my head
and I am not yet fully dead
I still have some fight

I have too little time now
now to pray
during the day
or at night too
too little time 
at night now
now to pray or to fight
I must rest

when the time comes 
and I am fully spent
I will pray then
then that the time is not
not now to late 
to change my faith
and get there where
I will finally rest 

rest in peace 
for all time then
then there then when 
I am fully dead
 


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Bury Me at Sea

When my time passes
And there’s no breath left in me,
Take my ashes to the oceans
And set my spirit free.
There I can rejoin my friends
There I will not be alone.
There I can make my amends
There I won’t be unknown.

Far too much blood spilled onto this planet
Makes its way to the sea.
The raining of blood by droplet
Rejoining there finally.

Don’t leave me in the cold, cold ground.
No – No imprisoned tomb for me.
Let the waves be my stone bound
An anxious tide, my cemetery.

There I can float on endless waves
A moving monument to see.
And if you leave a tear on my grave
I can float it away with me…


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Fracta Anima

Maybe instead of life
Maybe I’m the joke.
Maybe I stopped mattering,
So why does this matter?

The shattered pain in my eyes,
Mirrors that reflect only you.
Do you see the cracked smile;
Your laughter is a dagger to my soul.

The frustration is a merry-go-round;
I might fall off and die.
The pain is rotten, a corpse
Twisted all around my heart.

Tears are uncountable, endless
Crying at night but still more.
Oh, the despair in my soul!
I long only for joy, please,
Is that just too much to ask?

Those beautiful dreams are ruined,
Why on earth were they given?
Was it all my fault or maybe
No one’s fault, just life,
The joke that is me.

The cuts will scar, as always
Yet can’t you see them,
Or maybe you refuse to.
The outside cuts are nothing
Compared to my heart, ruined,
Destroyed by far too many hopes.

My trust, shattered like glass
And lying in the wasteland,
My bitter tears are the oasis.

Tired, yet no sleep is found here,
So many questions in my mind,
My heart can’t ask you again.

I’m sorry, oh the mistakes made,
And there will be so many more.

I am hollow, a container of sorrow,
Of lifeless, wingless dreams, so frail.
The hot fire mixes with it,
The anger that is me and my mind,
Questioning, screaming and so unhappy.

Delusions are my safe, happy place;
I only wanted love.


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All Lives Matter

Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having 
a bad day.

Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't 
help but ask "where is humanity?"

Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.

Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.

How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
as help?

All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.

In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.

Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.


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SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM

      SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things the heat and time has done;

The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust,
and water tables sink down to a new found low,
but love always goes on, as love, it always must,
through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go.

There in the field, an old man points his maple cane
as if a prophesy, and something we should know,
always, always, always, there will be too much rain,
or not enough, and only love can ever grow.

There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan,
up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow;
and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than
the fences seperating everything we know;

and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze,
there's little we can do, but hope for early spring,
always, always, always, we fall down to our knees
in love and prayer that times like this always will bring.

Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much,
for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky,
and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch,
excepting love, and that is all that gets us by.

Always, always, always, love has to always be,
though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain,
though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe,
if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.


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Hindsight

I Should Have Said a Prayer for You
I Put it off Too Long, I Guess
I Had a Million Things to Do
And You Were in a Real Mess

You Have to Know I Cared
It Just Breaks My Heart to Think
You Were So Low it Was Too Late
You Had Finally Reached the Brink

Now They All Say Prayers for You
Some Have Not Prayed Often
But for Me I Think It's Worse
As They Close the Lid upon Your Coffin

How Shall I Live with Me
I Called Myself Your Friend
But I Wasn't There for You
When You Reached the End

So If You Have a Friend
Be There If They Call
I'm Here to Tell You If You Don't
You Will Have No Peace at All


Connie Moore

August 16, 1992


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Blood Words, Legends of the Wolves

Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave. Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end. They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking cool drams from stone, as had they crawled o’er hot pools bled to prod ‘n prattle. And who’d, when quenched, a saunter risk simply to gaze at greener gray, who if by haze be fraught, need merely fathom sky? Lest be displeasured he to whom above could clouds be prone to tattle, go but shy requests, voiced dryly into azure. For so the victims passed, betrayed by breeze and snitch of brush, though Him on High, with just demand, they had beseeched. Each life a tale brought to lie, defaced, in scattered, muddy tomes. Torn is the silver lace, which once linked bone to bone. Yet risen, too, had wanton sighs, whereof his Mightiest to ask, whilst the ground, as should it care, received the rasps. For what doth emptiness command and what the unseen sovereign willeth are left matters later glibly to be bantered. Know oft’ the hunt finds one befuddled, spelled by guiles of a wraith. No taunt of tail waves, no wake of twig gives sway. With head to hang, his rack he gathers in a push to halt to stand bequeathed a chide of birds and chipmunk heckles. There, the timber rout delays with naught but mettle left to drain, as the mars of rock and thistle mark the wait. Chafe of paw, tongue feathered fowl, the foiled dashes stream to words, whereto the blood, in ruddy tones, by droplets trickles.


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Reliquaries

The black one contains the incense of his cremation:
       the fragrance of hair become ash, 
       shreds of flesh lost among the sorting of the parts, 
       grindings of those that didn’t burn.
A bowl of gold nuggets reshaped in fire;
	jewelry for the bereaved.
Another, fashioned from prayer and smoke, 
	holds a rosary and a cross.
	(Was he a believer?).
In the plain envelope, the one with the string tie, 
       are photographs and small paintings of his women; 
       some he didn’t know.
That one is made of ice. Windings, stained cotton sheets, 
	imprints of last bodies can be found there.
The silvered one, the hemisphere, hides a woman’s breasts; 
       the oval box the curve of her body from breast to knee; 
       the one of marble holds knees to ankles. 
       Her feet and head? He sold them to a collector.
Take care with that one. It holds his souls, one for each face.
	(Do souls have weight?)
Arrange the boxes for me, will you? Put them in a life’s order. 
       Will you begin with the one, 
       and then the other, 
       and the third becomes the ghost?
I come back to the resolved:
	his is the humility of the commonplace, 
        refuge of the soon forgotten,
        a natural process.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Pray for the dead

All
Of
Seven
Parts of Man
Must to die on Earth,
For most just the form dissolves!


Details | I do not know? | |

Emplore the flash before my eyes

Flash O mine heart
A Shine

A brightness Deftly left
Behind

Shielded from mine eyes
Of Ray

Leaving the Eternal black
Unscathed.

------------------------------

O Prayer Of rainbow red

Regret the feelings left unsaid

turmoil left within this mind

Collapsed the lungs

and turned to cries.

-----------------------------------------------------

In turn and out

Eternal do the angels shout

leaving only woe and flash

O the blindness I without

Realizing without doubt

I shall turn to ash

Forgotten about.


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Feeding the Demons

I must feed these demons that tear at my soul
For they hunger and thirst for my death
An offering of sorts, to appease and console
For they're lusting to covet my breath

The skin on my wrists begin to sigh
As the blade tries to comfort my veins
The death angel waits, he slowly draws nigh
Only a prayer for forgiveness remains

The demons rejoice in lieu of their prize
I can feel their claws holding tight
The darkness replaces the light in my eyes
I move farther away from the light

The floor turning crimson, the demons now drink
They grow drunk on this nectar of life
Death growing closer, he stands at the brink
And licks at the blood on my knife

My soul starts to question this thing that I've done
As it screams and begs me to wait
The time of my passing has slowly begun
I fear it's already too late

The demons devour my last will to live
And mercy fades away like a mist
I gave them a gift that no man should give
Though I probably won't even be missed


This is just poetry, I'm not suicidal....Kinda "Poe" ish....lol


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Tornado

Look up in the sky! Such a frightening sight! the winds are a churning in horizontal flight!

It started with hail slamming down to the ground, then no showboating, things were floating, when you looked all around, I saw a cow, I don,t know how, being lifted up in the air!

Confounded and astounded, I must find a way to get out of here!

Suddenly! through the dark cloud a strange thing did appear, an extremely loud funnel cloud, that my eyes and ears could not bear.

A huge and great menace, it moved most supernaturally, this wondrous wind wonder hadn't left me anyplace to flee!

With nowheres to run and lil time left to wait, I threw out my hands in prayer and accepted my fate.


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*AN UNEXPECTED GOOD-BYE*

Why is it terrible things
Happen to the ones we love most
The ones who never complain
Who never brag or boast

A day prepared too soon
A good-bye unexpected to say
He's in all of our thoughts
And in every prayer we pray

Some may question why
And long for words unsaid
But he's gone somewhere special
Walking on ground we've yet to tread

An exceptional individual
Impossible not to love
He's no longer with us
But with the Lord above


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DMagnet-in the new nowhere

Calling you up
on the phone
all 1600 of us
are on the line

between the hours of two and 4 am
free falling
75 miles an hour
shattered me like glass

struggling we go to the edge
a procession for the king
the subjugated called
bringing news 
speaking in tongues
flayed

l learn to shut up, listen while
hopelessness, plagues, drought and suffering
escape 

leaving only this skin hanging on the branches
withdrawn and awake 
in the new nowhere


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Fate

Venom laced words
Is all the world
Feeds the weak
But I can taste the brutal decay
Of all the slain souls
Now buried in the deep
Look through the eyes of the Taken
You will see this tainted world
You will see you’re mistaken
Those are not happy tears
They are laced with blood
No one feels a thing
They have all gone cold
And gone numb
You feast your eyes
On a beautiful Shamrock Shore
But instead I see waves of black
Swimming along are the snakes of wrath
Those sweet little lullabies
Causing you to sleep
They wake up the Demons
You are their feast
When will you stop?
Looking through the eyes of faith
Take a look through my eyes and see
Those born of innocence...
Their true damned Fate


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An Angels Prayer

I got news today i was going to die,
So I'm on my knees praying dear spirits way up high,
When it is my time to go I ask for 3 things,
Firstly grant me my wish of Heavenly Wings.

To become a Guardian, A chance to Re-birth,
Help a soul Suffering or struggling on Earth.
Search any wrong doings and set them to right,
Keeping thoughts positive, Giving them strength to fight.

Please let me help those so desperately in need,
Those wanting to Take their Lives...Willing to Bleed.
For those people need Guidance, A Shoulder or an Ear,
Someone Invisible,Stood listening to their every Fear.
Take a hold of their hands and lead them to a light,
Show them a future so Happy, Cheerful and Bright.

My second request I ask that you see...
When I am ready to die, Take me quietly and pain free.
And lastly I beg of you before you set my soul free,
Give me the chance to say goodbye to my friends and family. x


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VALOR AND SACRIFICE

Who could forget what happened on that unsuspecting and sunny day,
when no visible clouds drifted over the Twin Towers?
Little after midnight, the cool rain adds to the melancholy 
of the descending angels; and I join them in prayer to remember the tragedy! 
This should be a day of remembrance, not of hatred for the ignoble acts 
the wicked committed, but would God accept unkindness instead of merciful deeds?



They called it another day of infamy,
and like Pearl Harbor we were taken by surprise;
that was an attack aimed at the military,
but on September 11 the terrorists attacked the civilians!
It seemed like lightning striking down sturdy trees,
and then fire broke out with smoke trails of a thousands feet;
" O my God! ", every employee screamed...quickly running down 
the stairs engulfed by fire...causing an indescribable chaos everywhere! 
" Take my hand, I will lead you to safety! " the firefighter said to the coughing woman. 
" Hold onto my arm! " the policeman yelled out to the frail man,
who had dropped his eyeglasses and couldn't see! 
Every firefighter and policeman acted like them, rescuing many without fearing death;
and hundreds of them, that awful morning, never returned home alive...
what a tragedy for their families that watched in horror and couldn't help!



Who wouldn't remember the courage of their noble and willing hearts?
And furthermore, who wouldn't engrave their valorous names on plaques and monuments?
Up above, by the gates of Paradise...Christ and His Father awaited them to accept their souls;
while archangels surrounding God's throne, sung hymns that humans couldn't sing...
those hymns that all the earthly heroes will sing with them when Heaven mourns again! 
 


Their portraits, pictures and memorabilia hang above the fireplaces,
and on the decorated walls of the victims' homes, precincts and firehouses;
how could anybody take them down as they were worthless items?
Prize them more than gold or diamonds, o friends grieving that tremendous loss even today;
don't hate those who caused you sorrow and unbearable pain, be forgiving and show mercy...
as God does toward us; o friends remember your heroes for their valor and sacrifice!  


My poem is dedicated to the victims and survivors of the September 11 attacks on America.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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WHERE IS THE BEAUTY BETWEEN THE DEATH AND HER CHAOS?

Where is the Beauty between the death and her chaos
If the mountains are forever lost,then..what good will a Prayer do
The lush fertile soil that was gently tendered with care
barren landscape without a pretty scene
Before another night in which the Devil dare to dream
Bright Flares from the Fall out upstairs
Strangers,in our shelter,struggling to stay alive without decadence or chairs
Laughing Men smirk in the macabre of their insanity
Ignoring the relics,around,a signpost of Nuclear reality
Caverns of the West contain the remains of San Francisco
Up upon the scorched New England Berkshires
is all that remains of the few and the once proud Bostonians
Evil has won ,on this,our depleted Glory
Cave children of the Future,on stone tablets,will they tell our story
AMEN


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Save Me

                                                     Save me Lord, I am dying.
                                                   Blinded by my Pain.  I cannot
                                                               see your light.
                                                              Catch me Lord,
                                                                I have fallen 
                                                            From the highest 
                            Branches of the Olive Tree.  Hold me Lord, I am broken
                             Cradle me in your Loving arms.  Shelter me Lord, I am
                          cold from the frozen touch of my own sins.  Lead me Lord,
                           I am lost in the valley of my own insanity.  Heal me Lord, I
                         am sick from Satan’s invasion of my hearts deepest passions.
                                                            Come Lord, I am
                                                            Calling you from 
                                                            Every star in the 
                                                            sky.  From every
     				                             Blade of grass.
                                                              From every
                                                               Drop of water.
                                                               From every
                                                               Breath I take.
                                                               Love me Lord
                                                     I am lonely from yesterdays
                                                      Laughter and todays hidden
                                                               hope.  Forgive 
                                                             me Lord, so when 
                                                              death calls, I am 
                                                              sure of my place
                                                                  Beside you.
                                                                      Amen
  Carrie Emily Verfurth Beck
      


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Second Chances

She said she had enough and she didn't want to try
Life was really tough and she just wanted to die
She began writing a letter in the telling of her side
For things couldn't get better "my pain I can't hide"

She said a lot of things and was nearly at the end
Such pain life brings "I will never be able to mend"
In signing her name that pain came flowing through
Feeling such shame made these conclusions she drew

With the pills in her hand looking at herself in the mirror
A second to understand as the Lord made her way clearer
Dropping those pills in the toilet again looking at her face
"Oh Lord it was You I bet" who showed me such loving Grace

Her Mom did find that note it being such a shock to her eyes
Listening to what she had wrote never did she even realize
When she came home that day Mom was waiting just inside
With so many things to say, together they just sat and cried 


I pray the Lord will give comfort to all those souls who need comforting
I pray the Lord will give peace to all those minds who are in need of peace
I pray the Lord will cradle the hearts of all those whose hearts are broken
I pray that You will realize the special individual love that He has for You  

 1 Corinthians 1:4	
 


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at the mall

when took a trip to the mall
to touch the statues and the wall
where all the names, etched in deep
of lives lost, remembrances to keep

and those greyed with that-day mind
come to remember or put behind
the ghosts of theirs killed that day
amends awakened to come and say

a prayer for the known and the not
and cry a tear for what they've got
that seems was given at high cost
of friends and strangers futures lost

vets want the rest to know their pride
and grieve with them for all that died

© Goode Guy 2011-11-12


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Death Grip

You Looked So Pale and Lifeless
As You Lay So Still in Bed
When Death Struck You That Blow
And the Doctor Yelled "Code Red!"

Doctors Came from Everywhere
And I Heard Them Say, "Stand Clear!"
Terror Crawled All over Me
As I Watched in Total Fear

They Took Me Away from You
And I Went down on Bended Knee
I Prayed with All My Heart and Soul
For Death's Hold to Set You Free

I Shall Never Forget the Day
That I Looked Death in the Face
If I Lived One Hundred Years
The Memory I Cannot Erase

Something I Never Told You
And it Still Holds True Today
When I Said Those Prayers
I Offered to Go and to Let You Stay

But Neither of Us Was Taken
And We're Still Here Today
We've Been Through So Many Things
But on Death We Had Our Way


 


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My child, My Rose

 Today like so many, I said a prayer for the families. For the students that lost 
their lives to a man that many didn't know.


  Heavenly Father, I ask you this day to watch over the families. Watch over the 
souls of the students that lost their lives to an intruder of evil. Evil has prayed 
upon the innocent and those doing your work. I pray for these families, in hopes 
they may find closure to such a tragedy.

 So many lives have been taken. So many hearts have been stricken with grief. 
Allow them to know that only the body is put to rest and not the soul. For the body 
is made from sands of thee earth. To thee earth may the body be replanted to 
sprout new life. May their tears replenish thee earth with water to feed the new 
life. In thee end may life be brought back in the form of a rose. A rose that may 
grow with the darkest shades of red. For it is the color in which signifies "Love". If 
your will. Allow the stem and leaves to be as green as thee pastures for which 
they lay their heads to rest. May the thorns be sharp to protect them for intruders. 
May their rose grow from now until the end.

                                                                AMEN


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Death So Bleak

Take my hand, I mean everything.
Our final stand, now sorrow sing.
No one can see me, our dreams so far away.
The murderous filigree, falls into yesterday.
Through these shadows forever, always walking through the never.
A chilling silence, in a world of violence.
A comfort calling, into the white light.
Continuous falling, into euternal night.
Lay me to sleep, as I hold my breath.
I laugh as you weep, at my slumbering death.
If only for one night, only one night together.
Should I continue to fight, as I held an angel's feather.
Now wait, I finally see.
Asphyxiate, for you're killing me.
All this rage, I cannot let go.
The inner war I rage, cannot possibly show.
I know your deception, I know your lies.
I don't need your protection, for I hear your cries.
I walk through hell, laughing for you got your wish.
Should I tell, as you got your deserving dish?
This day so hollow, as I look upon you.
The lies I swallow, just to get through.
Remain where you are, in your prayer position.
You're just another scar, in sorrow's disposition.
Such calamity, comes from your smile.
So much animosity, coming from my denial.
My soul brings tears, to angelic eyes.
The end of these years, say your goodbyes.
You beg for me to share, yet I'm too weak.
Why should you care, that death's so bleak?
Your love unfair, left me unable to speak.
I took this destiny, and tore it apart.
No more pity, for you broke my heart.


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AN EVENING PRAYER OF REPENTANCE

Getting off the bus along Hillside Avenue,
I heard a loud commotion coming from a speaker;
and getting closer, I saw the face of a sweaty preacher... 
calling all souls to Jesus and make them new.



I looked and paused and saw this preacher with sweat on his face...
as he was telling the crowd a true story of The Godfather's son, who was
in the dark about his father's activities, and when he was finally told,
he didn't care if he died;  and to the authorities he went to report his dad.    



What a righteous young man he must have been, and how noble
it was to reveal that well-kept secret which would have cost his precious life,
giving up a chance at being powerful and not dedicating himself to a lifetime of crime; 
I can visualize him bowing his head down, and pray to stop the vicious cycle.



I sat next to an elderly lady whose who's veiled head shone through a gentle light,
" Sing along with me, and your lost soul will be reedemed by the blood of Jesus!" 
I shared her song book and began singing an evening prayer of repentance,
as the preacher cried out, " Raise your hand, and I will pray for you tonight!"



How many folks, like me, wanted to see that preacher proclaim the Lord's message;
and how lucky I was to have encountered a stranger who sounded like Jesus,
to add another sheep to his herd as he prayed for the sins of the repentant ones!
How glorious it was to hear him glorify Christ and His father with his voice of grace!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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In the Battlefield

In the Battlefield

Im in the middle of the battlefield trying to keep my nerve, dodging the bullets with every swerve. I clench the cross around my neck i send up a prayer before i hit the deck. They just keep coming wave after wave, my life is with God my soul to save. The battle rages every night, I cover my ears to drown out the fight; I see all the bodies what a horrible a sight! My brothers and sisters there they lie dead, i can't bear the the thought of the blood that's been shed. We fight every day for you to be free, I want you to know this i want you to see.

To the veterans of war and those currently in one, thank you very much for your service to this country, and to those who didn't make it home, you did not die for nothing you will aways be remembered.


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Eerie Jungle

They were in the middle of nowhere
Their small plane had just crashed
the few supplies they had were to be treated with care 
the trio would now have to survive the jungle if they dared

They set up camp on the jungle floor
and went to sleep,tomorrow   they would explore
but in the middle of the night Lorna got bit
by a huge snake the venom was now flowing more and more

Her two companions hit the snake with a large stone
killing it, Lorna now was turning blue
she would soon die, and they would have to go on
as they covered her body they said a prayer too

The next morning they heard helicopters
they quickly ran to a clearing to signal the rescuers
they were pick up two hours later
and flown to a nearby clinic where they got water

They were glad to be alive
but their friend didn't  survive
and when they recall that fateful day
they shed a tear and silently pray

                         By: Joseph May





 


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The Hands

the hands , held out , they reached the sky

the hands , waved , in air they fly 

the hands , touched , to love and to care 

the hands , joined , and bowed for a prayer 

the hands , rushed , to hold the fate 

the hands , pushed , wide open gates ...

MY hands ... your fingers ... a touch will do

carry the feelings , from me to you 

THOSE hands will hold me ... as they all will cry 

when in their hands ... I will die 
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Santa Fe

It is the hovering  time,
moments made to bear defining.
Someone should declare when it is night;
the dear white ghosts slip down the corridors,
wordless, in and out of rooms
as if the walls did not exist— and commerce
is a strange and other-world imagining
fading quite away, just after eight o'clock.

Sound is sacrilege, gesture  frames the hour.
And from the morgue below, the cart is bound
for 722; there is no one to weep.

There was a prayer a little while ago:
"You know, of course, dear lord,
I have the promise of my son...
that he won't let me die alone up here...
and in the dark."
                   ~

Note:  A few months before my father died, he expressed the fear
that he would "die alone, and in the dark."  And it has always
haunted me that he did, indeed, have to do that.  We, his children
were not there.


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Easter 2013

What can be said? 
About the treachery of the justice system
Filling the jury with haters of the accused
His crimes not specified
But fury radiates from the eyes of the jury
They say his crimes are numerous
But I sit there watching
Fully aware of their deceit
After all I am not part of this sham
Yet I can’t help the guilt that creeps into me
Because I jeer as he is pronounced guilty
Stupid Nazarene I say to myself
And I watch him die
Even though his innocence is clear as crystal
With one last breath I hear him say
“Forgive them”
Forgive who, me… Not possible
I am a righteous man
It is he who is to be forgiven
But as I watch the veil tear in two
 The throne room once sacred defiled
My heart stops 
Even the earthquake seems distant
I fear for I have heard this prophecy before
Foretold by the prophet of old times
Oh, oh, my life is finished
How could I not see the truth in his words?
And there on a tree is a rejected king
The messiah to be exalted crucified
Now his father will avenge him
In his fury he will spare not one
How can I stand his wrath?
Oh me, a foolish scholar
For I have been trained in his principles
Studied his laws day and night
I know his pries and his histories
But with my very own hand
I have crucified him that came to deliver
I must spend my last days in shame
Shame at my actions, foolishness, treachery
¬master, oh master come¬
Shut up you jester
Do you not see our impending doom?
¬ Master we must rejoice
For the tomb is empty
He has risen
You must come for he welcomes everyone¬
Oh, I must run to him
For he has risen to glory
He had disregarded the order of death
And claimed kingship over life and death
He has handed me the keys
So many years after
It’s today, the day of my salvation
And I remember it like yesterday
Happy Easter


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WHY

Here I sit and ponder
of the things that could have been.
If only I had a crystal ball,
then I could see clearly through this wall.
Sitting still and all alone,
she approached me in the center of the room.
It was Love at first sight,
as we kissed all night.

As sick as she was she did not show it,
everyday she improved.
We did not let it beat her.
A prayer a day is all we had to say.
Everyday our Love for each other grew.
The enjoyment each one of us had
showed that we could not be inseparable.
When she stood by your side,
we had nothing to hide.

There were times that were rough and long,
But, our Love for each other made us very strong.
One day we noticed a lump,
which grew as quickly as our Love did
The time grew as quick as a month.
How much time was left was the question now.
Plus, how do you tell you faithful companion a final goodbye.

As she lay on the floor we heard a whimpering sound.
With only enough strength to look into your eyes,
we knew it was time to say our goodbyes.
How do you tell the companion of your life,
who was closer than your wife.
That she had Cancer and that it had spread,
And that in a month she would be Dead.

Your faithful companion your family pet.
In our case Ruff was her name.
The dog that would stand bye your side,
whether she was sick or lame.
I could not stand and see her take her last breath.
I looked into her eyes and there we had a final kiss.
She appeared to stare and say why?
I really wish I knew why they had to Die.
						Love 
Daddy : I write this with all my Love 9-18-07


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JUST LIE

VERSE 1:
I’ll never forget our first date
Rushing Home even though we were late
I asked what to say if they asked why
And without hesitation, you said just lie

VERSE 2:
When the big decision came about
And suddenly my mind was filled with doubt
When I became so timid and shy
You consoled me by saying, honey just lie

CHORUS:
Just lie; Lie here in my arms
Trust in me, and I’ll keep you from harm
Believe in me when times get hard
When you’re with me you can let down your guard
I can give you things money can’t buy
So without hesitation darling, just lie

VERSE 3:
A few months later I found out the news
It was all my decision but I couldn’t choose
So when I told you it was too late
We had nothing but nine months to wait

VERSE 4:
After the birth, I knew something wasn’t right
It was hard, but I had to give up the fight
With my last few breaths, I began to cry
As you grasped my hand, I’ll never forget your reply

CHORUS:
Just lie; Lie here in my arms
Trust in me, and I’ll keep you from harm
Believe in me when times get hard
When you’re with me you can let down your guard
I can give you things money can’t buy
So without hesitation darling, just lie

I’m lying now sweetheart, yet that’s not where I’ll stay
I’m with you in your heart and every prayer you pray
This is not yet our last good-bye
And when the pain becomes too much honey, just lie


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Suffer Not The Little Children

Mercy, Mercy Lord above,
I am begging of you please,
I pray oh Lord that in your love,
you will, my pain and suffering ease.

Again oh Lord, Almighty one,
please listen to my pleading,
before all hope within me is gone,
please stop my people's bleeding.

Oh mighty one, for many days,
I have prayed to you to help me,
please use your divine and miraculous ways,
to save us, and bring back my daddy!

Oh mighty Lord of all mankind,
again I beg you to intervene.
Please my God, please don't be blind,
please see what all the world has seen.

The soldiers, they come every day,
they shell and shoot, and spare no one.
We try to hide, we all still pray,
but my faith in prayer has now gone.

So if you are there, can I ask,
a question, oh mighty invisible Lord?
Why do you never take to task,
those who live and rule by the sword?


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Drug filled Dreams~

Chopping up the white lines
I slowly close my eyes…
Snorting life unto me… 
I suddenly feel alive!
As I slowly awaken,
 I see myself,
I watch a young boy waking up for the first time,
Reaching for his gun as he carefully watches me
He slowly squeezing the trigger
As he escapes his own reality
He has now become a man…
For he has ended a life
Without a thought or prayer he smiles…
As the white dreams consume him, he sees my face.
Then realizing… 
He was I~

By: John Cornell


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Vigil

Dusk’s gathering of souls each gesturing in solemn code Remembering their dead kindred’s past As flowers and their last remains are cast into the ocean’s embrace Nothing fulfilled their heart’s void or replaced Lost love , stolen during their most tender time Sometimes a child’s fate’s unkind Each kindred child yearning an intimate past An Inherent truth of fate , poisoned their sacred blood will everlast The lost’s kindred mature through solemn emulation How the young children integrate without elder expectations Practiced verbatim...echoes, remind... many of their trying times Each immersed in solemn prayer , in memory of the past Unseen their faithful savior’s task Some fail to realize some miracles are invisible to pain veiled eyes and to strangers whom the lost remain statistical Perhaps divine intervention’s mythical to those grieving whose belief is now disdain The dead number as the stars , each is a candle flamed burning in celebration of those unnamed Withheld faithless anger is diffused by regret as the elders were unable to avoid their children’s death Wisdom , blind faith, and prayer is critical Though most would trade this fate , to escape pain of vigil


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ONE BOLD BLACK SOUL

often in the grand scheme of God's desires
He will use mankind to do what He requires
His providential purposes God's master plans
will utilize any and all types of man

the Pharoah declared a most horrendous decree
of infanticide on Jewish male babies
to put them to death to keep their numbers down
fearful of having too many Jewish males around
but history has a way of repeating itself again and again
as the young Black male populations today hangs by a fringe
with incarcerations, police brutality and killing each other
we're on the verge of eradicating our young Black brothers
a supposed threat to society that same old racist mentality

yet all it takes is for God to send someone to be bold
one person unafraid to break away from the mold
over 400 years of praying and keeping hope alive
a people once in slavery but today they now thrive
from Moses to Jeremiah to the Rev. Dr. King
to President Barak Obama God can change anything
One Bold Black Soul to say what needs to be said
One Bold Black Soul whose life is spirit-led

don't let the world compromise your moral integrity
let prayer be the tool you use to claim the victory
you need some solitude to simply reflect
on that which God desires of you and what of you He expects
God will be what you want no matter what you need
and He will do whatever is needed to help you succeed
so walk in the spirit and just wait for your time
and be ready to act when God gives you a sign
to be called into place with God's saving grace

Jeremiah told the people of the prophecy
about their demise if they confront their enemy
he was then thrown into a pit full of mud and slime
his death to be a certainty in a very short time
but One Bold Black Soul stepped up to the plate
and told the King to save Jeremiah before it was too late
One Bold Black Soul an Ethiopian man
told of the soldiers diabolical plans

to be bold, to be risky, to be resilient in your resolve
to step out of your comfort zone until the problem is solved
from Rosa Parks to Medgar Evers to Malcolm X
to do what is prevalent and not what society expects
creative in courage, inspired with innovation
by any means necessary to change the situation
One Bold Black Soul willing to step out on a limb
to stop history from repeating itself once again


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Rusty

RUSTY

They met somewhat late in life
She no husband, he no wife
Neither one that lost or lonely
Neither one the one and only
His friends said here’s your chance
Get on out and join the dance
There’s no telling what you’ll find
When you open up your mind

He said “Say a prayer for me”
They said – go on seize the day
See how happy you can be
And his spirits soared away

Their romance was slow at start
But their love grew deep at heart
Each one learning more to care
They made such a perfect pair
A backyard wedding came their way
On some say that year’s hottest day
But their love was plain to see
They were somehow meant to be                                 

He said “Say a prayer for me”
She knelt by his side to pray
Whispered “Oh how I love you”
And their spirits soared that day

But then one day he said “Dear
I feel weak - please hold me near
I don’t know what it’s about
But I know we’ll work this out”
Oh the years were way too short                          
Came the doctor’s last report
“Go and stay close by his side,
He is on his final ride”                                    

And then standing by his bed
With no tears left to be shed
The kids now gathered round
Showing all the love he’d found
They all said their last good byes
As they wiped their crying eyes
She said, “Dear what can I do
To help you make it through?”

 He said “Say a prayer for me”
She knelt by his side to pray
Whispered “Oh how I love you”
As his spirit slipped away 


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Bells

I speak of the desolate
of an ending where there is no God,
or beacon or harbor.

of the pure and deserted
who sit mute and stare
at lights as cold as moons..

who rests in wire cradles,
who's angels only glare,
who's place in limbo is as marked as a mountain.

I speak of hollow halls,
of the spectral sadists
who gleam at the sores and palsies..

of the purgatorial stints
that envelope
the restless and weary..

that starve the sun
with rendering and reckoning,
who clothe the lost with wax and pallor.

I speak of the lower birds
pitch-black and circling,
the pine lottery,the gaunt judge.

There is an echo
in the vacuous prayer closet-
A stone and stern remainder..

an eternity,it seems..
fixed,implacable,
indifferent.


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IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD

In the house of the Lord...
Satan is not allowed,
only holy people dwell into it;
and they burn incense every sunrise and dawn, 
to keep Him away from the throne of Jehovah God!
And they sing praises
to Him, the Holiest One,
and to Christ they ask compassion
for the earthly ones who are weak...
and can't humble themselves and be exalted! 



Angels gather to do His will,
and Jesus among them smiles,
to share all the glory with the Father;
A chorus arises and echoes through the serene and open Heavens,
to make all creations bow to their Master!
I bow down to my kind and loving God,
whose face I am not permitted to see,
lest awe and death smite me;
touch me, Jesus and heal me...
with those hands, where nails entered and made you scream and bleed! 

 

If sin made me lose divine wisdom,
I repent of my foolishness and whisper 
my profound prayer of forgiveness;
welcome me back into Your house, Lord...
and I will perpetually obey your commandments!
The vanity and the blindness 
will be cleansed by the waters of Holiness,
and all my imperfections You will not remember!  



In the house of the Lord,
only peace can be heard and purity
can be felt in the verses of the hymns;
let me praise you with Your angels indefinitely,
and finally behold Your radiant face!
In the house of the Lord,
all His children are loved equally,
and they serve Him with reverence.  In the house of the Lord,
Christ shares His father's throne to judge every soul;
and on the right side, he receives all the worthy!   


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Afterlife Refrain

My head is placed on the chopping block
my life erased before the shepard's flock
I stand behind nothing and there is nothing ahead
I stand here deciding if it was worth the life I led

And memories are nothing but windows
lives and lullabies nothing but keys on pianos
Fade away all fade away so fast
when you're standing here facing back on the past

Before the garden outside the gate
only thing accompanying me is that fickle thing, Fate
slapping a skeletal hand on my back
he says to me, "Y'know I can't cut ya any slack"

Not that I expected any
my road was long and mistakes were many
consequences can't be lied to or ignored
Death is waving to me and calling out All Aboard

Every ticket lost to this Grim Reaper
looking back I had a love and I guess I shoulda kept her
but too late now, my seat is there to be filled
it takes more than a prayer to save those that're weak willed


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Current events commentary

Do you think I care 
For your phony Arab spring
And dead trees and hot wind
I have never seen a spring without seed popping from the soil
I should know I am made from the dust of the earth
Spring must have rain and bring flowers
Like the peace people use to sell in California
Before I knew they were only exploited slaves
Following someone else's agenda
Muttering words that were meaningless to their existence
You see what I cannot believe in what I see again
I am a man of faith, and have always been
Since the blindfold fell like scales of history
There is no Arab spring
Only the death of the old undying resistance
That would not conform to nothing but self
Only the death of people in the street
Who does not know the puppiteer willed them
For if they return from the dead
What will they see
Only the same old things more dilapidated than before
Only the invisible hand doing visible things
Killing people and calling it spring
That the new world order may prevail
As a new nomenclature
For the same old stuff that has made us barren
And berefted us of dreams
I want my children to better off than I have been
I can only entrust to me
Sleeping at their door armed with a prayer and an angel
That is who we were
Before the primitive hordes came from the sea
Before the sea people defied the bounds of their habitation
Before our empires were stolen
And we ended up in cages at the Bronx zoo
Yeah, you should read that story too
It is only by prayers we suruvive
It is the mystic part of us, the first part they derided
Calling it animism, or some dark sinister stuff
Making us afraid to own ourselves
We abandoned everything and found no berth
In their new economic order
For we were always commodities or some sort of value in exchange
So those high sounding, idealistic documents
They copied from what we believe but could not bring to pass
Those constitutions were not about us nor our possibility
For we were not construed to have humanity enough for that.
Then are we suddenly men again
That the Arab spring should be something more than a sinister thing.
I stop believing in Trojan horses long ago
I mean it is there as a gift
But I will keep working the night shift
When there is no moon
Just remember what is the color of my skin
Because all things work together for good
And I cannot walk by sight in the darkness
So I live by faith in season and out of season.


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Normandy

 I stand looking out to the sea 
 But in my mind Normandy is just a memory 
 Of an early morning that day in June 
 We said a prayer and faced our doom 
 So many were lost that day 
 Those memories will never fade away 
 From the water to the beach to the wall 
 Never stopping to help the comrades who did fall 
 They call us heroes for what we did 
 We weren’t heroes we were just kids 
We’re the lucky ones who are here to tell the story 
Of the true heroes who deserve the honor and glory 
And for all those who were lost that day 
 We’ll remember you always and in all our hearts you’ll stay 


Dedicated to the US Army Rangers 
 And my Uncle Staff Sergeant Michael Mazzullo  101 Airborne Rangers  5th 
Battalion Company C 




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Until death do us part

Most of us at one time or another take this marriage vow. At the time it is usually a rote
recitation because we are young and our attention is on other imminent matters. And that's
the way it should be. Nevertheless, if we remain married and outlive a spouse we are faced
with the same thoughts, doubts, questions and helplessness as the man in the following
poem. Verse 14 he does the only thing he can do to express his love for her before the
casket is closed.

She laid upon a cold and stony bier
within an open coffin lined with silk.
She didn't look the same: Her face appeared
to have an ashen color,white as milk.
In life her comely facial features glowed
a lovely roseate. but now she is dead.
Forever gone from me. My head is bowed
in prayer and sadness all around. I dread
the coming years without her next to me.
Is life important anymore?, I asked
myself. Her love is still alive but she
is motionless before me with the mask
of death and delicately folded hands.
I gently touched her golden wedding band.


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Another Crisis

Copyright © 2014 
12.26,2014 

Mankind rolling dices 
  causing another crisis. 

From police shootings 
  to hoodlums looting. 

Every month a new crisis 
  and we still have ISIS. 

Did Revelations truly see 
  a certain crisis before WW3? 

Mankind rolling dices 
  causing another crisis. 

Melt down those weapons of Mutually Assured Destruction 
  or thermonuclear war will be the ultimate extermination. 

Yes, the World is now MAD 
  and we'll miss what we had. 

Or, will it be you, or you 
  who reduced us to a few? 


by: lp/3:11pm


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That's Your Job

Is that your heart you're tearing out
and nailing to my wall in a frenzy?
A mishmash of suggestions and recommendations,
a slip of the tongue
that turns into an inferno,
the day that's already done?
I remember more than that.
Days slip by me and I am solemn,
I kneel in prayer only for you,
my lips paralyzed with a fervor of feeling,
the lips you glossed with purple grapes,
the avenues I've never seen.
Leave me alone tonight
before the door opens to release;
I like prison so much better,
the cold floor feels good under my feet.
I like sleeping in an unmade bed
with cookie crumbs surrounding me;
the sweetness of your life
and the sarcasm are too much to see,
but it's too expensive to go blind.
I can call the wind at my command
and tell it where to go,
I can see life before you know
if the womb is alive and well.
The gravestones are singing at dusk,
it's my job to wipe the dust off
and guard against the skeletons
who want to chat about the flowers they don't like.
"Do there have to be roses here?
And do they have to be red
like the blood that was shed
when I died before you were born?"
How can you wipe a tear off a skeleton?
You can't, so you make a promise
that you'll find the right flowers
to fill their hollow bones,
to answer their invisible questions.
But not on a stormy night--
that's your job.


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Pain Struck

The winter hours have come, the pain is no more.
My father's going frantic, searching door to door.

The angel he once had, he can't see to find.
With my bottled-up emotions, I'll run away to hide.

The farther away I go, the more my pain will cease.
My adrenaline is flowing, my heartbeat has increased.

The air is getting thick, the light is getting dim.'
My father is getting worried, the future's looking grim.

There's blood upon the snow, the cut is really deep.
I can't keep on walking, all my body wants is sleep.

There's tears upon my casket, and a prayer upon my soul.
"Lord, if it wasn't for her mother, she would have never lost control."


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The Nihilist - Two: A Prayer To The Ancients

Knee-bones sunk in wet twilight soil,
  Welded hands in pagan prayer,
Stones sacrificial once draped in blood
  And ghosts of what was slaughtered there.
Hear the beseeching winds of time
  Carry the words from lips a-trembling,
Usher the arcane dichotomy aloft,
  Ciphers of thought from a mind dissembling.
When all of faith and hope expire
  Along with the dogma of Christian sons,
Primitive pharmacy, druidic roots
  Hurl prayers unto the ancient ones.
Hear, oh keepers of the stones,
  Sentinels of the charnel ground,
Return to me the source of grief,
  Return her to me unbound.
Lightning cracked and thunder drummed,
  The old gods awoke, reconceived,
A prayer to the ancients, fire and bone,
  By their black souls received…


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Journey into the Nightfire

You've got to get ready for your journey.
Men to the left woman to the right.
To bed early, sleep well my children.
Night had fallen, I was 12.
Only the darkness;
without love or mercy.
I heard a voice rising up,
woke them dragging them from their dreams.
"Fire I can see fire!"
Some dared answer him,
we must keep going.
We had never understood one another so clearly. 

Several thousand prisoners went through the gate,
never came back.
The look in his eyes as they stared into mine never left me,
I stood among the prayer congregation observing it like a stranger.
A world without God;
You who have betrayed whom You allowed to be tortured.
On the contrary I felt very strong
stronger than the Almighty.
Powerful yet at the same time so broken.
My eyes were open and I was alone,
I had ceased to be anything but ashes

a/n: this was a poem we had to write off of the book Night, about the genocide in Germany
of the Jews.


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Garden of Stone

Solitary garden of flower hath grown,
Where life has past and memory alone,
Now forevermore lies in row of stone,
To mark the passing of those we have once known. 

Many a purpose of beyond do send,
Through joyful passing or violent end,
A wish to know his warm embrace,
At roads end a destiny they face.

In giving of prayer in love do grow,
The hope for departed the creator would show,
An everlasting piece, happiness, and love,
Only known in heaven above.


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In Memory of Mary Jo

We left the meeting at the church
where we had laughed and cried
in memory of Mary Jo
whose vibrant voice had died

A family was gathered there
a baptism taking place
an angel in white christening robes
tentative smile upon her face

I paused to watch with joyful heart
the babe so young and brave
and sent a prayer that God
bless her from cradle to grave

A feeling then washed over me
as waves wash o're the shore
though beloved Mary Jo is gone
God gifts us with one more

I've heard it said that when we die
we really aren't gone
for another child will be born
somewhere to carry on

Two precious souls were blessed that day
One went home, one came to play.

But in my mind, that baptismal babe
is kin to one we know
perhaps someday we'll reunite
with the soul of Mary Jo.



Note: Dedicated to Mary Jo Dempsy, May 8 1919-June 8 2006, fine poetess and friend.  She 
is truely missed.


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How Death Affects Us

When a death comes, it fills us with overwhelming sorrow
The total loss of that loved one is a horror
You lose your future of tomorrows
Without that love ones guidance to borrow

At first, we deny the event making us so sad
It is the most unreal dream we have ever had
If I deny it, am I bad?
I just want the love, I once had.

A void forms within us that will kill
And love from the family does not fill
It does not seem real
But with time we begin to feel

With time we will heal
Seeking God's guidance to feel
A wholeness and again we are able to deal
With life and in prayer as I humbly kneel

Asking that this pain be removed from me
Let me once again be me
But that is for God to see
What he has planned for me.



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Hurricane Katrina's Wrath


I don’t know which flowed faster, my blood or tears;
“Our country will endure”, Mr. President, doesn’t alleviate my fears.

Every night I thanked God for the roof over my head;
But now dear Jesus please don’t make me see another neighbor dead.

I respect the soldiers who fight for freedom until they’re black & blue;
But being held at gunpoint for a piece of bread isn’t something I volunteered to do.

My tombstone won’t be in Arlington with the flag flying high;
But at the gates of Heaven we’ll be the same in God’s eyes.

Mr. President, I don’t expect you to understand, you haven’t tasted death on your tongue;
I even wanted to be commander in chief when I was young.

We aren’t so different, had different circumstances that’s all;
But you’re sleeping on a satin pillow; my dehydrated body is against a cement wall.

I am a good Christian man, never been a thief in my life,
But I will go to hell for stealing insulin to save my diabetic wife.

As her breaths get shorter, my hope is dying too.
Are these my last hours and if so what is there left to do.

The wealthiest nation, four days too late, and now we’re poor;
Wealth isn’t about money any more.

As I close my eyes I swear I won’t die with shame;
At this point I don’t care who is to blame

I say my last prayer and kiss my wife’s cold cheek too;
Yes, Mr. President, I am praying for you.


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Your Prayer has been Granted

We cry another day for the hurt that couldn't escape. 
Embedded in the heart as their mind were being raped.
Enduring the moments of hell while capturing a thought,
My life will be destroyed, My dreams would be lost.
I must speak a word, So let me speak through you
The voice the survived the tragedy I went through
Believe you have a future, for hope found your path
Refuse to silence your scream as healing develops your laugh
Captured in unfamiliar Arms (Love)
A price that was paid. So lift up your voices ladies
You cant' afford to be afraid.
Remember I speak through you. 
You're the seed that's been planted
Your presence is a miracle
Yes, your prayer has been Granted.  (Life)


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A young girl

A young girl lost in a sea of people and an ocean of heartache. The confusion 
plaguing her troubled mind and poisoning heart with anger had finally flooded 
over her entire being. All she could think of was the hatred building up behind 
those deep blue eyes and that fictitious smile. Pretending all the while that she is 
content with the life she despises. Dancing outside the suicide room,  reluctant 
to enter. But running through the door of drugs, like a kid in a candy store. 
Desperately searching for an escape from the chaos dominating her life, but only 
finding temporary relief from her anguish. Everyday she waits patiently for 
someone to rescue her from the pain that is eating away at her insides. As each 
day passes by, she slowly loses her faith that she will ever escape. Night after 
night, she lays awake consuming more and more pills than the night before, 
praying for a way out. Years go by with no relief, and the young girl has lost all 
faith. As she lays awake for the last time, she smiles her fake smile, and flashes 
those deep blue eyes, and her prayer was finally answered with a simple pull of 
the trigger. She escaped.


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Crucified

Each time I look toward heaven
and see a falling star.
I say a simple prayer to God.
for keeping me thus far.

Through closed eyes I visualize
Jesus, hanging on sins tree.
Bearing the sin of the world
dying for you and me.

They nailed His hands and pierced His side
such a terrible sight I see.
At that moment His blood was shed
one drop fell on me.

Jesus had such love within Him
A love, genuine and true.
In death saying, "Father forgive them;
for they know not what they do."

Through a falling star I'm allowed to see
that life is much the same as then.
If willfully we disobey His will
we crucify Him again.


























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man of no face

he comes to me,
in the night, in my sleep.
no death i wonder, through which portal came,
he comes to me.

and there i see,
in the truth  , the light.
no prayer unturned, through third eye became,
and there i see.

in the night , in my sleep, death may wonder through the dark,
in the light, in the deep, breath of day through out my heart,

the love of lost, the love of deep and still i sleep, i sleep, i sleep...


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The place within the fire part II

and still nobody has a clue
i escaped and cheated death
they think i'm playing the system
but im truly insane
confused and terrified of this ghost hunting me down

the palce withing the original fire is a story 
not everyone knows
something you catch glimpses of only through word of mouth
there are few who know the facts
and less who witnessed its terror first hand
but the shocking truth is
not every metaphor of a prayer 
made by a player 
who has method to his madness
gets sorted out fast enough
when there is no witness protection program for those who know nothing

so my broken fireplace and the fire in the room
my chanting and struggle
the story of witches and dreams of prophecies and terrorism
even my resume
for i worked at a restaraunt called the flame

it was a protest
now its metaphysical chess
i did my time
played my next card
and im witing for my next turn to see how fate reacts
but soo far i know
i truly dont like this game!

the fire inside my soul burns everyday
if you only knew
if i could only tell you
if you only heard the voices and the whispers
the cackling witches and the smiles of the dangerous drug dealers

I just want them to know
i am sorry 
i am confused
i see it from the sides of all eyes of insanity and clarity
humor and tears
now i'm in the ghetto
haunting it
becoming the next ghost to save a life
it's like i really died but i only died inside

the broken fireplace 
the fire inside
the burnt offering of naked substitute teachings 
of alcoholic last names
of psychological warfared protest of drugs to save lives
you were my angel
i guess i was your demon
but no one but me really sees it from my eyes
about the story of the fire within
and all the things that were there


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From the Perilous Realm

     We have seen the
wonders of this world
     But greater still
are the wonders of Faerie
     The perilous realm has
it's dangers
     Yet it is a land of surpassing
beauty
         Brave souls that we are 
          We shall once again 
                  attempt to cross
it's borders  
          The way back to home
is an acceptance of sad
 mortality
           So, we'll continue on 
our quest
            And leave the land 
of our birth
       in strongly - built ships
  With a prayer on our 
lips
    we hoist anchor 
to sail to the shores
where the mountains and
     trees
   are made of sunshine
to the land where the
  Grim Reaper has no say
With joy in our hearts
we begin our journey
           "Now"


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My Dream

  

I had a dream earlier this morning,
   It was like I was receiving some type of a warning.
I was told to reach out to all I could,
   And that things are fixing to happen that may not be good.
Repent and turn from sin,
   These few words kept playing over and over again.
It was a dream but was it real,
    I feel like we are living and seeing the breaking of seals.
Look up look up keep watching the sky,
    Is another thing that keeps flashing in my minds eye.
I feel so strange writing this down,
     But I was told to share it all around.
I saw a lot of fire throughout my dream,
     And I felt as if I could hear people scream.
There was blood all over the ground, 
     And your feet would stick as you walked around.
There is only one thing I know to say,
    We must turn to the Lord and shed our evil ways.
Ask for redemption before it’s too late,
    Seek out Jesus and change your fate.
Seek Him in prayer on bended knees,
    Seek Him and ask Him to honor your pleas.
God bless you all that read my letter,
    Jesus is the only way things will get better.


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Vladimir Rostravsky

There I was standing on a table,
I stood there screaming at the icon on the wall.
"Why hast thou left me here!"
This is my prayer everyday,
For I'm not living, nor am i dead.
In the bright of day i was stabbed in the back.
Hours later I was risen in night.
At one time left for dead in the street,
I now daily fight, feast, and pray for death.
For I'm not living, nor am I dead.
My name is Vladimir Rostravsky.
Some people fear my existence,
Others they welcome it.
The church where i stay nobody visits,
For I'm not living, nor am I dead.
I have no reflection, but am I man?
I have all five senses maybe an extra,
That makes six.
My blood is not a natural color,
It is black as if it were midnight.  For I'm not living, nor am I dead.
The light it burns my skin,
This battle between life and death,
I fear I may lose.
But I still must fight.
For I'm not living, nor am I dead.