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Walls of silence hold,
 Me prisoner,
The child held within,
 Cries out for release.
Relative solitude comforts, 
Not the tortured soul,
Inward coiling withdrawing,
 Deep inside. 
Shedding its outer skins,
Layer thus preserving its,
 Inner being.
Innocents shroud lies in ruins.
Gentle spirit, cast aside wings,
 Damaged appendages.
The fallen angel kneels in,
Shadows before mankind.
Unanswered prays rest upon,
 Deaf ears.
Muted sobs, echo on stilled,
 Winds breath.
Hardening to stone, the
 Chilled heart
 Reflects frozen repose.
Forgotten amongst mine own,
Childhood symbolizes a betrayed,
 Victim’s refuge.
Small fragile hands reach out,
 Into nothingness,
Hollow space grasping into,
Chained shackles twist,
 Imaginations warped view,
Somber tones cloud troubled,
Amidst life's trials, I'm aimlessly,
Without any form of stability.
I, alone remain shambles,
Displaced and damaged,
Beyond repair.
A broken doll thrown away,
By those who should have, 
Cared for her the most.


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It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.
Witchery or voodoo’s domain, it is a place of salvation for
Spiritual challenged, listen to the beautiful music they make,
Singing within this their walled cage of brick and mortar, these
Ethereal victims lost.
Here in peace they wait for the light to find them, a waiting chamber,
Of the lords misstep souls, those whom walked off the righteous path,
Yet are not without redemptions wanton of need.
Wanders of limbo’s astral plain, seekers whom roam blindly until 
Finding a doorway threshold, then crossing over, into this the house
Of spirits.
A corridors slender passageway, a way stations layover for those tired
And weary travelers to rest until their final journey’s end comes for them,
Sanctuaries power house of the supernatural.
Behind these red doors dare not the mortal flesh clasp the gilded knockers,
For within are things of the unspoken variety, creature protectors waiting at
Bay for the stray intruder to wander forth upon this sacred ground.
Angels kindred brethren whom seek out evil, destroyers patrolling the
Darker shadows for night stalkers whom wish to feast upon the forsaken.
But light’s white power is a mightier force to be reckoned with, and vanquished
Will the devils spawn into the depths from which they came, into the bowels
Of hell shall these demons be thrown into the blackened pit from which they came?
In the twilight’s ethereal hour, a mid-ways breaking point between light and dark,
A shimmering glow strikes this standing watch tower of abandonment’s forgotten,
And heaven’s flood gates are opened unto them, calling these the lost upwards
Towards nirvana and at last know true peace.
It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents.
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.



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Teddy Bear-

My sweet little Teddy Bear...
Mommy gave 'YOU' to me
Now I never sleep alone at night
The comfort you gave, when God's sunny eyes ran out of light

You are my sweet little teddy bear... 
You kept me company throughout the years
I hugged you, when my eyes were full of tears
Loving you, squeezing you
We both express many joyful dance of cheers
Together we sang lullabies, without you singing one single word
We drank from the same teacup, whispered about the pretty birds
Now listen, as I mumble extra words into your ear
My sweet Teddy Bear, you are always here

We snuggled every night staring at the star frame window
"You held my hand when I was lost in my own imaginary limbo

My sweet little Teddy Bear...
I'm 11 now, and my mother loves me dearly
Sadly, she felt it's time to find me a daddy
Little does she knows, my daddy visits every night in my dreams

Now her boyfriend visits my room and tells me not to scream
Little Teddy bear, I never showed you fear before I fell asleep
Little Teddy bear, tonight I do not want to count sheep
Teddy bear, now I hold you closer and tighter than before
Little Teddy Bear let me cover your ears, from the screeching door
Little Teddy Bear, he said he would hurt mommy If I tell anyone
Little Teddy Bear, I know you see and hear everything!!!

by; pd
You're A Little Kid Again (contest)
The View of an 11 year old

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Haunted Beauty


The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland; 
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply. 
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful. 
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound; 
an echoing sound of water drops in a sink; 
rhythmic and terrifying. 
She sat on her bed, and suddenly appeared a free floating arc of strange light. 
It's that time of year again: Halloween night. 
Doors flew open and shut; strange voices and footsteps started. 
She was so frightened, that she almost threw up. 
Emmie made the sign of the cross, and plunged into a thicket of thorny wild roses. 
Terrified, excited and ready to run out of the house in 20 seconds, 
she overheard whispering words: "All beauty must die." 
The voice was so deathly, that it sent chills through her spine. 
It did not make it any better that it sounded too close to her ears. 
Her nightdress being torn by rose thorns like papers in a paper shredder, 
she ran as fast as she could; not back to the old castle, 
but away from the creepy voice, and strange events 
in the old castle. 
Exhausted, she searched for a place she could find rest 
"All beauty must die" the voice visited 
her unceremoniously once more. "What do you want from me? 
Is it wrong to be born beautiful? " 
she asked, wondering where she got her courage from. 
The energy to scream or run departed her, 
the moment she saw a woman dressed in white, 
levitating in the air, and moving towards her; 
a horrid face that carried the night's darkness, 
looked decayed, with worms crawling out from it. 
Remember this is a true story about Emmie; 
she gets chills just remembering the events of that night…… 

Contest: Halloween Co-Writes, By Diane Locksley

Poem Written by: Teddy Kimathi and Anne-Lise Andresen :)

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If this site were a true sanctuary
then we would protect 
those hunted by injustice,
prove with the activism of words
that some arrests should not happen,
that we are not immune to suffering

(sing Joy to the World, here)

We would not treat it as a retreat,
a place to hide 
only ourselves
from the realities that others face
while we stuff  ours
with more pecan pie

Pass the potatoes, please
(sing Angels We Have Heard on High, here)

If this site were a true sanctuary
then from our pulpit sacred words would erupt
with reminders of the commandments

We shall not murder
We shall not bear false witness

If this site were a true sanctuary
we’d speak in the gospel of blood, 
we’d disrupt the facade of peace
and embrace our global brothers 
then net each child, woman and man
who gasp and flounder 
in a gory sea of violence,
in an ocean of YOUR indifference 

(sing Silent Night, here)

If this site were a true sanctuary,
we would not ask our brethren
to remain silent,
in the clutch of new Romans

New Romans
New Testament, Romans

Romans 14:10
Romans 12:18
Romans 12:17
Romans 12:21

(sing O Holy Night, here)

If this site were a true sanctuary
we would not let the persecuted
be lunch for lions
because they are disturbing us,

Their agony is such a bother,
Their pain breaks my heart
and a heart must remain intact,
especially during this time of year 

as we describe sex and sunsets,
laugh over limericks
frost our syllabic cupcakes,
visit pages and leave comments

while our fellow soupers 
hear a bomb
empty a school,
kill their good neighbour,
gut a street

(sing Away in a Manger, here)

If this site were a true sanctuary
we would widen the walls
to house each shell-shocked soul,
our pews would be packed

we’d tell each story,
we’d yell out against butcherings,
bandage the maimed
and our voices 
would reach into the emptiness
we are becoming

as the bones of dehydrated children  
remain on Mount Sinjar

as the cries of new babes born in mangers
are smothered  
by the fear and apathy of poets

by your longing for sanctuary
because – after all—it is Christmas

and it’s all about 
the birth of Jesus

and virginal snow on evergreens

(sing Amazing Grace, here)

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Afraid To Fly

Life spins out of control…
today I slip into oblivion, floating without roots
over the sun, slowly turning from all I can see,
spinning against the wind, against the earth.
When do I fall?
                    I should be enjoying the ride.
                              I’ve always been afraid to fly…
 afraid of what’s below and all the spaces between –
                          maybe afraid of me.      
How old will I be when the spinning stops?
I’m getting dizzy, feeling faint…
Minute by minute, I count down – 10, 9, 8…
I’m surely not alone!

Words ground me…yes, I’ll write a poem.
Every letter’s like a hum in my head –
notes in a never ending song.

I’ll write a poem for you and only you.
A poem you’ll never read
               because you think you know me.

You think you know my song.
Perhaps, if you took the time to really read,
you’d find a little piece of me…carry it in your pocket
like a treasure to behold.

I’m spinning out of control…you don’t know, you don’t see.

Only God knows why…help me God enjoy the ride.    

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Didn't Don't


Didn't Don't
Somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
            didn't don't
Don't touch it. Don't say it. Don't do it. Don't doubt it. Don't think.

Somebody handcuffs my steps. Somebody determines my boundaries.
Before I fully understand free will, there is a slap on my head
      and phosphenes like stars that command my orbit.
Before I can recognize differences, there is a slap on my hand
      right hand, not left hand...never ambidextrous; 
      and time out is isolation without a trial...and I learn
                               the fear of wrongdoing
                               remote-controlling my existence,
conditional on demand, predesigned
      and easily
      and obviously
An aborted freedom escaping into the sewer
trying not to get it on the seat

I'm the observer of other lives, not mine               
tied up and chained, in captivity 
attempting to prove an alibi 
                    for being alive.
No one cares
not even myself

Somebody pulls on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
           didn't don't
It's dirty. It's ugly. It's bad. It's poo. It's sin.

commitments, commandments... Commandments, Commitments
                               Salvation... Damnation
Sometimes deception makes them ring in a low tone. Sometimes
I do what they say, and not what they do, and not what I want, and not what I think.

                 Through   fragments   of   this   duplicity,
                                               and   this   duplicity, 
I would be able to rebuild myself,
                                and Myself, into another hypocritical being;
and the intentional perversion of the self proclaimed truth,
                                or the liar paradox,
                                will be sovereign
leading to the use of tricks and cotton swabs.

When the remorseless hours run counterclockwise,
I would be happy through imaginary experiences,
consistently depurated,
consistently believed to be true.
Would I dare to examine the society in which I've been educated and raised?
Would I dare rip my flesh off of my bones?
How could I blame them? How could I possibly judge them?
Order and obedience in complicity

If somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
If I'm the only one guarding my own cell
If I'm the jailer, and the convict, and the crime.


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Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine

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Mirror Mirror

Your reflection is a liar
It makes no confessions 
The image reaches within
Cold fingers claw at your mind
A mirrored smile
Taunts you
Haunts you
No words spoken
Yet you hear screaming in your head
You reach out your hands
Palms joined on glass
No warmth transfers as you touch
You stare at the illusionary you
Looking back from his backward land
A place without air
Yet it is you who cannot breath
Together you bang on the glass
Cracks appear
You cut your right hand 
Blood trickles down his left wrist
As he licks it off you taste it on your lips
There it is again
That smile
Perhaps it's a smirk
What does he know
Fear rises from within
You turn to walk away
Hair rises on your neck
The sound of shattered glass
As the pieces of you fall
You were never here
All these people you used to be
Shards of glass upon the floor

Nathan's Mirror Contest

Kind of freaky it matches one of your pictures, I wrote this a while ago.

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Hermaphrodite - Part III

?Just a stutter-step, and I over-think it?

I ask you how are we breathing underwater?
The question is the shadow of a nightmare
appearing as an Octopus -
its tentacles wrap around us,
dragging us towards the edge of an abyss.

I tear open my rib-cage,
I am fever, high-temperature fever,
licking the Octopus with the tongues of my heat.
It lets go, retreats into a crevice.
You are swallowing water with the fear in your eyes.
I shouldn't have asked that specific question -
brought it into existence.

I kiss you, push breath into your lungs.

Upon seeing figure-eights wash away your doubt,
I am now suddenly breathless.
You give me back breath to breathe,
offering us strength to breach the surface.

The Ocean is Sky; Sky is the Ocean,
Night is Day; Day is Night.
?Is this flying, or walking upside-down. Sideways?

"Look down there, can you see the Evergreen tree?" I ask.

You say nothing. Just breathe. The fear is gone from your eyes.

I close my eyes, open my eyes, 
close my eyes, open my eyes.
There is no difference, a shutter-frame of eternal passages.
We have done this before                             somehow,
flown through the doors of deja vu.

"The tree doesn't need to be sacrificed into paper.
But, if cut down, at least spread its seeds."

Why did I say that? It felt so natural.

Waves. Surging, vibrating waves.
Now, it is flesh for feeling,
breath on breath,
an elevation of sheer simplicity within sweat.
I can barely contain myself,
but when I do, again, my belly becomes an earthquake,
unleashing seismic waves
from the centre of my core....


Even though you already appear to be sleeping,
I feel you awake inside,
but so calm                       peaceful.

We breathe, exhale, inhale,
your body gently pushes against my chest and belly....

....before I fall asleep,
I spy the Cardinal hopping along the branch of an Evergreen tree


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Careful Cursive

I write each letter by hand in careful cursive. 
I want every sentence to be pretty,
to look feminine and delicate -
to soften the ugliness you face everyday.
After each line, I let the ink dry.
You don't deserve smudges.
You don't deserve any of this.

My words are foolish, 
full of meaningless descriptions
of meaningless events. 
But I can't sit here at this polished desk -
in this cozy room in this quiet house 
on this peaceful street
and write what I'm really thinking.
I can't be selfish.

So I keep writing my careful cursive
on my pretty stationary.
I keep sending my meaningless letters
into the ugly world - to wherever you are.
And no matter how many times
I open the mailbox, I'm never prepared 
for that hideous stamp,
that heartless phrase:
"Return to Sender."

Written: 1/27/2013
For Michael's "Boomerang" contest

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Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 

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Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.

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Lightly the rain falls upon the lamp lit streets, the shabbily dressed figure
Walks with an air of uncertainty down the cobbled stone streets, leaning,
On his rickety cane, the elderly gentleman huddles beneath his umbrella Of refuge.
Shadows of the tenement brownstones line the edge of this rough necked
Part of town, here is the sheltering halls of the forgotten do dwell, the poorer
Venue that slum lords build their fortune’s foundation’s upon.
The gentlemen approaches his own dwellings dormancy with hesitations
Beating heart throbbing within his small fragile bent frame, for he knows
Tonight shall be his last night on this ethereal plane of existence.
For one last moments belief reflection he remains completely still, just to
To feel the autumn breeze against his bare flesh, to hear the rain drops hitting
Against the window panes, and to bid his final farewell to humanity.
Taking out his keys with his wrinkled twisted hands, he unlocks the doors
To his apartment, turning around to look outwards the gentlemen sighs, it has
Been a hard life, but I’m resolved to meet the next adventure, then he shuts
And locks the tenement’s door.
Weary from his days traveling the elderly gentlemen, climbs his steps upwards,
Towards his little room in the back area of his apartments, then he sits at his office
Desk for the last and final time, now to complete my journeys final entry, he thought
To himself this writer of the super natural’s acclaim.
Dipping his quilted golden pen into his ink well, the master writes one last line,
The end, or is this just the beginning?
Clumping over, clasping upon his desk the elder gentlemen’s heart lies stilled
As if at perfection’s final rest, his golden pen now runs crimson, bleeding downwards
Across the aged parchment paper, dripping onto the old wooden floor boards below.
The office door blows open a tall figure thus so enters, dressed in a raggedy robe of black,
Thread borne and full of tares and wholes, the creature approaches the dead gentleman,
As if in a screeching howl, the Grim Reapers touches him, ripping his spectral spirit
Free from the fleshes boney shell.
I’ve come for you old man, resist me not for your sins are heavy, and I’ve no time for
The ranting or ravening’s last pleas for salvations from one such as yourself, I have no
Last wishes qualms my friend, take me at your leisure, for I’ve grown weary of this life,
And it’s lonely emptiness.
Then the room grows cold, the ethereal disturbance ends as quickly as it had begun,
Leaving only the shell sitting at the old wooden desk, what happens when the writers
Golden pen runs crimson, bleeding downwards across the aged parchment paper,
Dripping onto the old wooden floor boards below?
The world of humanity thus so weeps for him, for he is the grand master of darkness’s
Written word, the skilled craftsman’s whom reveals what lies beyond the darker realms
Ebony gates, by his darker words of wonderment.
Farewell Mr. Edgar Allen Poe, we shall miss you always, you whom welcomed death
So easily, but the world of men is left empty without thee, as thy golden pen thus so
Now runs crimson and lies stilled forever.


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A river called Ebola

Thathud, boom boom boom 
Thathud, boom boom boom
I listen
As drums beat in Africa
Voices rise above the pounding
Crying out for their lost
For their feverish
Helpless people dying one loving touch at a time
Ebola, your tears bring destruction
You methodically  make your way to the city
The river from which you flow is cursed
A stream of blood gushes forth
Pouring out and through Africa
Thathud, boom boom boom

You, Ebola
Travel in secrecy
Disguised as lesser diseases
Now the uncommon more common cold
You wear malaria like a illusionist's garment
Making your way through the marketplace
Taxicabs fill with your unsuspecting victims
Fear and ignorance, your loyal companions 
Following you to the hospitals
Places of healing become decimated 
The healers hands are not protected
Their fingers become your own
You whisper "take me home with you,
let me kiss the face of your loved ones!"

Still the drums continue to beat
Thathud, boom boom boom
Hear the beat of Africa's heart
Bring your Doctors across her borders
Open Samaritan's Purse
Ebola, must not win
Let us love Africa one person at a time
God's loving hand's poised to heal
Redemption is possible
He has not forgotten his children
Strength will once again course through their veins
Africa will sing a new song
The fever will break
Ebola, you cannot
Shall not
Will not
Silence the drums of Africa!
Thathud, boom boom boom
Thathud, boom boom boom
Thathud, boom boom boom........

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My Dreams Bleed

=0= In the darkness fluidly My dreams bleed I see you in the shadows Watching silently Feeding my hunger Quenching my ache for insanity In my weakest hour Even when i close my eyes Your vision is still haunting me The picture is black and perfect People stare with empty eyes Not one dares to look for the truth Behind there own disguise Ugliness ovewhelms me Cruelness calls me in Nightmares fill my space, No breaking them tonight A numbness invades my mind Thoughts of being your angel of darkness I long to know what's beyond this time I cry like an orphaned child My heart skips a beat As you sing for me a lullaby Of darkness and crimson good-byes My walk on the dark side Your disappearing now Ripped away You stole me away last night Come back from behind the mirror Make your darkness my reality. =0=

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A Tightrope Walk

I balance on a tightrope. Surrounded by 
lovers and dreamers, I teeter above a raging sea.
I admire their glossy smiles and envy
their bright-eyed confidence; envy is a sin, I know.
Please forgive me; a lie would carry more guilt.
The waves crash in dark shades of gray, still they smile.
Their laughter from all around pierces the thin air.
I teeter alone; I may or may not fall.
My fate is undetermined, in my own hands;
the tragedy today may be tomorrow's comedy.
Their laughter echoes...
On a day like today, the fresh tears sting. 
If only I could wake from the nightmare,
pry open the windows of my tortured soul.
If only I could charm the feral...if only.
Oh, the skeletal monsters we are bequeathed!
Yes, I understand the meaning of loyalty.
A fool believes the wicked will fall.
A fool believes the merciless will change.
Can a hollow chest develop a beating heart?
I chisel stone walls, searching for a glimmer of hope,
a flicker of humanity behind steel beams.
Could you spare a token of remorse?
I dare to drop a coin in a fountain of wishes.
A pocketful of coins jingle as my wishes sink
to the bottom of the venomous waters. 
I am patient as I teeter on the tightrope.
The audience cheers taking pleasure in my pain.
Blood pulsates through my veins, yet I feel cold winds
penetrate my soul. I refuse to cower or
live in contention... 
Blood is thicker than ink. 
I find my balance in the written word, a gift of life! 
Words sometimes spill from a bleeding heart.
I beseech the ghosts of the past to end their haunting.
Their breath is the frigid wind. I find shelter...
Tempered is the skin of the wounded. Who knows
what may lie beneath the flesh. In the mirror,
you may find a frightened child in need of love.
Most find the strength to balance and stand.
Every step brings me closer to solid ground...
I am reaching for you. Please take my hand.

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Smooth as ebony silk, black aquatic waves the melting
Essence of liquid evil, stirring this lake placid of our
Eternal nightmares, deadened space in the fathoms
Deep, beneath the dreaming realm for which we sleep.
Translucent tears, left dripping in our unconscious mind,
Trick, trickling, encroaching, drowning us within the
Fear factor, heaving, and tugging at the reality of
Humanities thin realism.
Raw is this blackened well, of emotional plunging,
A pit bottomless, in suctions raw force of power.
Thy soul trying to cling against the porcelain sides,
Yet sliced by the roughed edge of illusions delirium.
Sheer glasses elliptical memorization, hypnotizing
The lucid mind, smacking hands blister at the panes,
Begging for this bad dream to end.
But your voices scream remain nothing except
Echoes refrains, that are lost amongst the complete
Darkness surrounding thee, in this murky abysses
Tidal surge.
Wake up, wake up, this is not real or is it,
The torn spiritualist grasps at faiths buoy, but
Instead sinks farther below the currents swift
Under currents, then light slits through the dark,
As lightening slashes at the blackest night, and
The dreamer shivers beneath his covers warmth.
Laying within his twisted sheets of sweat,
He wonders if any of it was real at all!
But whom can tell what lucks under the black
Waters of our nightmares, dare you to go swimming,
Into the rivers of the unconscious to find out, and survive.


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Boston Strong 2014 - one year later

             Boston Strong 2014
                  One Year Later

There is a strength in compassion,
a courage in the compassionate,
not a faint desire to be of service
but a triggered response.

There is a power in sadness,
not in the tears or deflation
but in the determination to
persevere, to rise again.

There is a force in unity,
the inexplicable rumbling
of hearts, beating in response
to the hearts of others.

There is a passion in oneness,
in focus, in belief, determination,
a love shared, nurtured, shielded,
cherished, and necessary.

John G. Lawless

submitted to - Best of 2014 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Carol Eastman

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Masked Men

Masked Men

Look in the mirror
Look in the mirror
What do you see?
Masked men staring back at me
What do you do when you look in the mirror?
Only to despise what you see
The pain you caused the everlasting memories
Do you see what you've done?
Can you live with what you caused?

Go now down your distant path
Your unworthy happiness will never last
These are things the Masked Men Cause
Who’s to say your right or wrong?
Misguided emotions lead you down this path
Masked Men mistakes will surly last
Go now the time has come
No more chances the Masked Men are done
Turn away and feel the pain

The lonely walk to enter slumber
The Masked Men Smile with pleasures unknown
Another one down
A broken spirit lost
Close your eyes and take his hand
Let the Masked Men take you away

By: Tim Lundmark

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Consume Me

Reveled in ancient times, words escape from the crevices of nature
Through soils that many have tread
The living and the dead
Eat everything and take a great big look
Something is waiting for you—someone is there for you
The history of mankind will not tell you otherwise
The vines of truth and peace surround your being
You are something new and true
And the words are willingly fleeing from my grasp
Life is a spinning top—it spins as long as you keep it going
Manmade trinkets are concepts of lives untold
Objects hold energy that are more powerful than mere words
The feeling behind the whole of it all is all too satisfying
Listen to the breeze
It whispers riddles that lift the spirits of the deep
I can hear it calling
Can you?
Humanity has closed its breadth of hearing
But they can always reopen!
Consume me—let the fires of your passion envelope me
I want to know everything I can before I leave this world behind
I want the living and the dead to be satisfied in luxuries
Luxuries of love, appetite, desire and cool water fire
There is a secret rhythmic chord in every brain
You must accept yourself
You must accept your surroundings
Let them curl all around you—let your heart turn from serpentine to
Clear fluid
Consume the waters
Consume me
Before the worms in the soil soak in what is rightfully yours
The earth will be your companion
Engorge what you may . . . but respect

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Barricaded Babies

Nightmares tore her sleep with unseen teeth.
Her small thin legs in constant cramp from dream running.
She was only a child, but not the only child,
beside her, across a gap of oaken floor, in a matching bed I slept.

Whimpering brought me near,"Tell me good things," she'd say. 

"Make me sweet dreams." And I would snuggle her close.

"Warm, small, cuddly kittens," I'd chant 
and "chocolate bunnies to chomp."

The memories long gone, linger on. 
I remember her wet cheeks 
and sheets of woe night after night,
until the wee girl began to grow, 
to shield with the only things she knew food,
with food for thought and form sated
sleep came easier.

She grew through the nightmare of longing
our home, she grew to and past me
little mother, big mother,
she sang the songs of love to dolls,
to kittens, to stray dust-motes
and grew.

Too sweet to linger in the lost land 
where battles must be found and fought.
Too dear to go through life alone, 
need...garnered, family formed
upon the rack of sustenance
and the twist of genetic curdling's
she blooms still.

Barricaded at intervals from the nightmares,
cramped with too large a soul in too fragile 
a form, sister mine, friend of all.....

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The Evening Could Not Be Better

I fork my medium rare steak
And put it into my mouth
Everything is settled and nice
The evening could not be better
My husband insists I say the prayer
After all, he hasn’t the tongue to speak
I whisper, “God was never there”
And I listen for the slightest shriek
But like God, they are all silent
In unison of emptiness
The little ones eat so little these days, dear
With their silly ipods and cellphones
Daddy will agree in drones
They’re useless little pigs…
All of my children are so quiet
So well behaved—SILENT
You are so well behaved tonight…
I eat them all raw and stare
Daddy always wanted me to say the prayer
But without you…without you there
The evening could not be better
You useless Pig…

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Can You Hear Me?

I never talk to you as much as I should
Just to say thank you for all of your gifts
I take for granted all that you’ve given to me
Sometimes blaming you for all I have missed
And when you come to me I shy away
Feigning I can’t see you or hear you
But no matter where I look you’re around me
In every vivid color and shape of movement
You voice beckoning in all the worldly sounds
I even try to hide myself away from you
Still you find me wherever I go without effort
Cruel and hard or ignorant and fleeting
I’ve been both and you lovingly embrace me
Cursing you at the losses washed upon me
Your hand generously gives without prejudice
Gluttonously taking much more than my fill
When I look back you’ve again filled my cup
All the mistakes I have made and will make
Many of them knowingly and willingly
Still you offer all of your forgiveness
If only I will ask as a son should his father
I’ve broken so many of your rules a multitude of times
Deceiving myself believing you wouldn’t notice
Still you offer me everything you have
When I lay in the dark at night and examine
I hope and fear you and I doubt and pray
I hope you can hear me through all the other voices
Although I fear you don’t listen to me anymore
I force myself to doubt your existence
Knowing the truth unwilling to admit to it
I pray…Dear God…Can you hear me?

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Fly On The Wall

Curiosity killed the cat
Satisfaction brought it back
Wonders never cease
It's up to you and me

Agonizing in silence
Crying in the rain
To be a fly upon the wall
I want to see it all

Taking all the pain away
Bloodied, bruised, and beaten
Water dripping from a stone
Please leave me alone

Flowers wilting from the frost
Leaves turning green to red
Willows weeping with worry
Never saying I am sorry

Haunted from the past
Life motoring on by
Eating words and spitting nails
Life no longer wins but fails

Suspended from the rafters
Behind the locked attic door
My red door has long been broken
This life is but a token

Rich in friendships
Poor in relationships
Splitting logs in half
No longer can I laugh

Freedom doesn't ring
Vowing not to change
Giving to you my all
To be a fly upon the wall

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Carpe Diem

- Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero -
                       - Seize The Day and Place no Trust in Tomorrow -

Strive For Excellence, Completion is a Fevered Dream.

When The Fear of the World Sinks its Teeth into The

Flesh of Your Consciousness, and Your Body Begs

In Agonising Tremors To Give in. 

                                                  - Strive On -

The Days Toll Fast, Everyone Seeks Shelter from

Life's Rich Turbulence. Embrace the Unknown,

Shelter Yourself From Comfort, and Push Every

Boundary, With Fear Comes Limitless Potential.

                                                  - Carpe Diem -

                   - Step into The Future with me, and Together, we'll Run blind -

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Afraid Of Love - For A Friend

I understand 
Truely I do 
You forget dear friend, 
I am in fact like you. 
I was once afraid, 
and if truth must be told, 
I continue to be afraid, 
even as my Darling and I grow old. 
We each have our own hopes, 
and with each soul comes individual dreams. 
To find someone who is compatable is a terrifying thing. 
But no life is a waste, no presence is less than the other, 
your co-ed was wrong, as was my mother. 
I understand your fear, 
I once drowned in it myself, 
running away, pushing away help. 
I wanted to be touched, 
I wanted to be loved, 
but It was like a fire, 
so beautiful I was afriad I would burn. 
You must swallow your fear,
wade into the water, 
once you find your own Dear, 
you will calm and know that there is no other. 
It wont come at first, 
its a gradual thing, 
but when you feel that tug on your heart, 
do not cut the strings. 
You dont just hurt yourself, 
you hurt those that care, 
the ones that dream, to be in your air. 
Open your heart, 
and be not afraid, 
soon it will come and you will rejoyce in the day.

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the night after Halloween

 the night after Halloween

 walking home from a lifeless downtown
 I see a poorly made skeleton
 hung by a noose
 blowing in the wind
 tied to a tree branch
 older than I am
 as leaves dance around my feet
 until I kick them away
 and silently wonder
 "How often do people lie to themselves
 to move ahead with their lives?"
 There are no more hills to climb
 No more childhood mountains
 to conquer

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IQ Test

I could care less about the four 
corners of insults, 
That intelligence invites; 
It is always the first straw of 
grass that’s grows, 
which reveals the popular outcast; 
As a youth, I found my image cut down 
into this manufactured silhouette.

Drenched in social rain, my peers 
had never found me more alienated, 
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse 
They did everything in their power to provide 
a verbal umbrella, 
However, the texture remains weak and 

This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought, 
For within this cranial mansion resides 
additional rooms, 
For the more abstract and surreal 
elements of life; 
It is that secluded gland which reveals 
the renaissance of men, who wear 
infinite Fedoras.

Now wearing the shoes of a young 
A taste of charisma resides in my 
However this slight addiction to external 
Comes in second to my first drug of 
choice: Wisdom. 

Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime; 
So don’t be surprised when resistance 
knocks at your door, 
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within 
your temple; 
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood 
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.

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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written

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He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
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.
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.
All results of

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It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face

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A warm welcome for the ridiculers

They fear what they do not understand
but without understanding I fear no man

They subdue what they cannot naturally conquer
so I turn the tables put them in a locker

They doubt what they cannot control with aggression
I removed all the clips from their smith and wessons

They hate what they cannot possess or call liar 
I confront them with truth and watch them perspire

They add height to the obstacles they cannot hurdle
but I leap right over and scrape not a knuckle

They attempt to build walls in front of us all
their bricks are unleveled and gravity calls

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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.

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My Hell

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger being.
icy breezes come
they whisper to me
they say I'm bad
they call me to them
the breezes dance
hug me
covering me
hiding me from the light
shielding me from hope.
falling deeper
only down
my eyes are taunted
I see people
the ones I know
they are hurt
by me
I have betrayed them
left them
I am hurting them
it is me
but I can't stop.
my mind is plagued
new thoughts
 every second
comes a new terror
a cruel joke
all a prank.
only deeper do I fall
light is disappearing
becoming dimmer
fading fast.
all a game
for one person
the puppeteer
the ringmaster
the man in the
the one who is running the show
the show that is me.
he sees me falling
he laughs
I can't see him
but he is there
teasing my brain
taunting my senses
he hates me
he wants to hurt me.
he throws it
the knife
I feel the pain
running up my leg
showing my bones
releasing my blood
it is blue
my blood is cold
it splatters my face
sprinkling my features
dotting them with blue
the blue liquid drips
jumping onto my tongue
I taste dirt
my blood is dirt
blue is all I see
blue is all I become
I am blue
blue is me.
a distant shout
who is it?
a cry for help
the sound is mangled
the sound is mine
I shut my mouth
but I still hear it
chilling my blue blood
ringing in my ears
shaking my breathing
jump-starting my heart
then it's over
the scream has ceased
and silence returns
sounding more deadly than ever before.
still falling
only black do I see
the evil
the monsters' playground
the demons' joyride
and someone is hungry
it wants me
my innocence
my purity
it wants to take it
it feeds on people
people like me.
objects hitting me
ghosts' fingers prodding me
as I fall
I fall down
down into this never-ending hole
this abyss
for eternity
yet full
filled with misery
my worst fears
come back
how did he know?
he knows I'm afraid
the darkness
doesn't help me see
I can't see why
how does he do this?
they cut me again
spilling my blood
oh, the blue
I don't even feel it
I am numb
the sound of me
my skin
being sliced
a quick slashing
and they are done
I am cut
my legs
my arms
my stomach
my face
my neck
I can't see my blood
but I can see how evil it must look.
the thoughts that fell
fell down with me
they too
are damned
they talk to me
they tell me what they see
they can see
yes blue
my cold blood
it is everywhere
I am pale
I look sick they say
oh, no
they say
oh, no
they see the bottom
be ready
they say
be ready.
I fall faster still
slowing for nothing
for no one
being pulled down
the puppeteer has me
he's got my string
and he's pulling
with no sign of letting go.
now I hear a song
they all sing it
the notes are cruel
they bump into the others
struggling to be heard
with no set order
it is musical chaos
he yells to me
it is beautiful
and he sings along to his song
it's made for me
musical notes are played
they come up to me
they greet me
they jump
right into my cuts
surging into my blood
they search inside me
no mercy
moving faster
the drum
keeping them steady
pounds faster
picking up tempo
they found it
they found
my heart
my soul
the music does the talking
it says to hush
hush now
slow down
my heart listens
and I get sleepy
just stop
they say
just stop
the music is evil
played by the man
the man in the mask
my brains sends
a message
one final request
it says to my heart
speed up
it says
speed up, can't you see?
she is dying
it says
you must speed up!
I still fall
with no way up
letting go of hope
why dream?
dreaming of being saved
when I already know
I'll only be dropped.
I smell
something burnt
oh, no
I know what
that smell
it is flesh
not mine
but belongs to someone else
someone close
they too
they smell of dirt
sinners burning
they are nothing to me
they are the stench
in my nose
nothing more
the smell overcomes all
all the other senses
until it becomes me
and I burn too.
even in the dark
the black
I see something
blacker than black
they are shadows
they mock me
they play
they sing
they dance
they laugh
I fill with evil
a longing to hurt
hurt the ones behind it all
without warning
I hear him
my pain
is his pleasure
oh so dark
it's over
I'm at the bottom
laying on the cold ground
in a small ball
too weak to stand
in a pool
of dark blue blood
I hold myself tight
I can't trust
these creatures
these beasts.
he likes my weakness
he tells me I am small
I am ugly
I am worthless
I am nothing
he laughs when I cry
I thought that
just maybe
it would be better
down here
instead of up there.
it's not.
hell is not a game.
death is not an
easy way out.
do not try to visit me.
do not try to rescue me.
for I am more lost
than I hope you will
ever be.
now that I am
at my fate
at the entrance to hell
at the bottom of this grave
of my eternity
and if I am truly
here forever,
I'll have plenty of time
to ask myself
why did I jump?

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Whispers In the Dark

I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal lobes-  
and other places deep and hidden between the gray valleys of DNA, 
time and space.

He changed me tonight- the scorpion did
Every prick is hotter and deeper every valley dripping away second by second
Those chipped away parts then disappeared into the ether 
where I heard the howls.

The howls - what were those- the ether refuses to tell- Something whispers 
to me, "They are hell".
The howls. The howl-  The howls - In the ether- Howls in the ether. 
Howls in the ether. Somewhere between Body, Ether, Space,
Heaven, Hell-  Dreams are now where I am at.
What is this place
       Is this a place
         This a place?
            This place?
Howls- ether- place- scorpion- man- ether-place- voices howls

Grecian mountain wind, shivering, so cold
Howls, ether, Scorpion stings.
Memories of voices, heads turning all the way around.
Candle wax- Howls- Ether
     Whispers in the dark.

I promised to leave, to escape
DONE! I told them.
But all I hear are howls, ether, wind.
All I see are the candles and the man.

I climbed the mountain where the heavy winds tried to 
drag me back into the howls, scorpions and ether.
I hung onto a snake, a strong snake, but the howls, 
ether, scorpion dreams overtook him too.

Small dead things are lying about- salamanders, snails, spiders 
were flipped on their backs from the scorpion tale.
Squeaks from murky corners WELCOME me-

Howls, whispers, a man murky, scorpion, howls, ether, ether, time and dreams-
all things
Those jaws snapping as I pushed away, by plumes of gargantuan 
smoke screens- their bodies,
Those dreadful heads were snapping in the ether.
Some eyes rolling, some eyes fading away-
Some stare ravenously-- some things standing so close in this pith of Hades I can smell rancid breath- In the ether.

Something awoke, something so immense, something so colossal, 
it's length was that of the heavens to the underworld. 
It’s teeth were broken jagged rock bitten right out of the earth. 
My eyes so wide and as soon as I did see- I knew it was dragging 
me into the depths of where ever it came from-
somewhere between ether, space, and 
nightmares. This thing of the ether
thundered out the sounds of a million trapped souls.

This thing that is not a thing- 
No sense in fighting, I am done...
The howls began again. 
Why did I leave?

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Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.


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Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.

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A Journey of Souls

To touch another soul on this journey
To affirm the value of your fellowman
To walk in the shoes of a man that’s broken
Is to walk this earth with God

To wade through murky waters 
To be at peace amidst the storm
To believe that you are truly free                                             
Is to trust in the word of God

To love in spite of animosity
To fear no one, but to do wrong 
To rise up and walk each time you fall  
Is to be the apple of God’s eye

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Aerophobia-The Fear of Flying

Apprehensive and panic-stricken
I practice assuming the crash position .
While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes
like a beacon, foretelling our demise,
cool beads of sweat form on my forehead.
A paralyzing anxiety washes over me.
My knuckles are chalk white as
my hands grip the armrests.
I try to swallow but my throat is dry as dust.
I frantically push the bell to summon an attendant.
I need water…..anything!
She appears looking concerned
and I’m impressed how calm she remains 
in such a dire situation.
My knees tremble as I once again
examine my seat, ready,
should I need it as a flotation device.
Feeling uncontrollably trapped,
my chest tightens, my lungs scream for oxygen.
Suddenly the plane lurches, the engines roar, 
then silence.
Oblivious to those around me,
terror has me tight in her grasp.
A pounding headache
tortures my disconnected thoughts.
A sudden wave of imminent diaster engulfs me.
Assuming the worst,
I close my eyes and pray for a miracle.
In response, comes the ominous announcement,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
we will be taxiing to the runway momentarily,
we apologize for the delay.’’

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Phantasmagoric Moments

For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.

From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.

For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.

For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.

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Halloween Night

Across the land he strides this night,
Amide the living and the dead.
He goes confidently in search of a fight,
Harboring no amount of dread.
He seeks those going bump in the night,
Including the living dead.
Cross bow at ready with hidden knives,
He’ll clear this land he’s said.
Wow to the wicked on Hallows Eve,
Be careful as you run amuck, and hide wherever you will…
For Van Helsings aim is straight and true,
As is his beating heart, a rare few have ever imbued.
And of course those magnificent fighting skills…
No one can ever outdo.
Consider well your choice of path between evil and the good,
For Van Helsing’s waiting right ahead…
To take good care of you.

Contest: Halloween Night

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The Fraud

a hallway.  offices.  tinted sunlight.  
people who have forgotten my name.  
but i am here.  
and then a room.  and a meeting.  
and i am unprepared.  
“you’re up”  says the leader.  
and my lungs fill with heaviness as they all turn towards me.  
my mind screams.  
my throat locks.  

and then a word fights through the scream.  
and i breathe.  and find a voice.  
and then another word.  
and a thought.  
then relevance.  
i am moving.  
and eyes do not wander.  
but the scream fights on:  
they will find out.  

i was connected at one time.  
so the scream would fade.   
but not now.  
these many years later.  
“we could use you again,”  
he had said.  
and i had relented.  
but why?  boredom?  faith?  
the scream of fear vs. the scream of isolation?  
or a familiar voice dragging me back from madness.  
“what have you been up to?”  
he had asked.  
and i had lied.  
and now my mind all scrambled between work and stupor.   

“what on EARTH are you talking about?!” 
demands the one who should have taken over for me.  
and the throat locks again.  
and the scream rises up.  
and he knows it.  
but sympathy has no place here.  
so i struggle with the scream. 
and find the words to hide the Fraud  
as he shakes his head in disgust.   

and i remember why i left.  
so i wade in the scream until i am done and take my seat.  
and the scream that never dies whispers, “what else is there?”      

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The Monster In The Closet

Lights turn off
and a small child whimpers in fear
afraid of the monster in his closet
or the eyes under his bed.
He cries silently,
attempting bravery for the first time
or he wails, cowardly
never trying something new and courageous.
His mother comes to aid him
and make sure he's alright
but i know deep inside her 
she's a little afraid of the dark at night.
The unknown of a robber in the closet
the killer under the bed
each thought terrifies her
spins in terror in her head.
But other fears take priority:
the unpaid bills, the unfolded laundry
the dinner to be made 
and the thought of her little boy in danger,
 is the thought that makes her the most afraid.

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Boxed Life--She Sleeps with a Nine

Boxed Life

She sleeps with a nine
waits for his face
his distant return
too close

A tragic slime
smooth stranger
smoother lover
pried into her life
impossible to reject

she lives 
a boxed life
pulled by strings
too tight

An explosion is inevitable
the storm's coming
and she knows it
so she sleeps with a nine
and waits for his face

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The silent cry

So the time has come
The silent letter with loud words has arrived
Hurting my pride making me cry a river
The morning chirping of the summer birds -
It’s as though they have stopped, my heart has dropped
I’ve lost the fight, I’ve lost my pride
Rushes of sadness anchor me down for the long ride
So slow and yet so fast and so completely out of control-
Where to go what to do?
Now I have to pack my life, into a box
Take what I can and let the rest standing-
Standing carelessly somewhere in the open air where people will stop and glace
The abandoned mess filled with blood red madness and the purple dress
A lifetime of memories hidden in these walls -
The childhood scrolls across the walls in crayons of blue and pink
And here I stand my arms held over the sink -
Gosh I can’t even think
“What will I tell my kids when they arrive home from school?”
“Oh God this is so cruel”
So ok I must be strong pull it together and just move on -
The single mothers fighting song
Maybe I can call my friend to help move us out 
Or maybe I should just silently shout! 
(Written for the Home Foreclosure contest!) 

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I've held your hands and kissed your lips
And the courage,the dreams,the faith
Has fluttered away to a place of hopelessness
I tremble,I freeze,I tread in your gates
And beat your darkness in my soul
A shroud of a vanity
That held me back
From conquering the world.
Many a days I pleaded for seperation
But like a loyal lover
You kept coming back
With black roses
To scent my soul in anguish
I'm a prison to your will
As I gaze from the fetters of my mind
Theres nothing left
But emptiness.

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Once Upon A Car Ride

Feel like that woman
Screaming, he betrays
They're stealing her
They're taking her
And everything shes kept safe
He Can't protect her
Not strong enough
Not brave enough
Nor man enough
To understand her horror
And how she will remember
The rest of her life

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A Ghostly Encounter

One night about 25 years ago
I was sat in my car at Cothelstone
Dx-ing on my CB radio in the wee hours
when my two dogs started to growl
every hair on their bodies on end
a most putrid smell entered my car
I heard the sound of hoofs churning
knowing it must be the headless horseman
I kept my eyes down as 't is said death comes
to those who look Thor in the eyes.

I was unwilling to drive away
as earlier I had erected an antenna
outside of the car fixed to a tree
the smell was almost over powering
and I  could feel its gaze upon me
it felt as if Thor was willing me to look
my dogs were whimpering then howling
no way was I raising my eyes oh no!!
'T was but an hour or so till dawn
slowly the smell faded and my dogs calmed down

As soon as it was light enough 
I let them out and got the antenna down
vowing never again to spend a night here
thoroughly spooked by this experience
I looked around and saw churned ground
with clear hoof prints as the horse had
milled around my car, calling back my dogs
who gladly jumped in, we drove off
I have returned since but only in daylight

DX-ing long distance radio contacts
this is a true story there are many tales   of Thor the headless horseman who rides the 
hills from East Quantockhead through Shervage Wood past Will's Neck through 
Cothelstone to the Quantock edge and back all agree if you look into his eyes within 
a few weeks you will be pushing up the daisy's. All I can say is I have seldom been so terrified

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Precipice SF

Sitting on a precipice.
Squirming on the brink of discovery.
Wishing to leap,
float into unseen possibilities.
Wanting to embrace a new reality!
Why am I unable to trust?
Leaning on my fear.
So afraid,
You will let me fall.

Andrea Dietrich's "Sucintly Free Contest"
Written November 13th 2013

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I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It told me a story of sanctity.
It told me a story of aged maturity.
It was beautiful.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It held out its pure hand.
Reached for a strand of my weary hair.
Swiftly stroked it back and put it in its rightful place.
It was soothing.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It took my hand and gently clasped it.
Pulled me up to stand on my feet;
And gently whispered…” this is how you start…”
It was strengthening.

I saw a reflection of an angel
It was rather vague yet so real.
It scooped my hands up in the air.
Slightly forced my head to tilt upward;
And with another whisper said..."This is how you surrender
To a much greater purpose”.
It was heartbreaking.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It gently wiped away a tear.
Washed it away with warm waters.
Gently swiped my face with a towel of hope.
It was awakening. 

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It titled my head towards the mirror.
And gently whispered “this is a story of sanctity…
This is a strand of a life ahead full of exaltation;
A few feet away from healing that inspires;
This is a story of great surrender to pain
And welcoming of inner peace
This is a story of a gentle tear that will forever
Form a river of immersed hope;
It was divine fulfillment.

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The Hands of Pain

My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.

My soul gasps for light 
slowly suffocated,
By your hands of pain.

I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.

Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.

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I can't tell you what it is I can't even tell you what it feels like I can only tell you that it's the worst pain You'll ever feel in you life It'll feel like every bone in your body is breaking Like every breath you take will be your last Like every muscle in your body is failing to support you And thats only the least of it. There is so much more! You eyes will feel like they're bleeding from all the tears you'll shed. You tounge will swell with words that you can't say. Your ears will make you question everything coming into them. And your heart, Well thats the worst part of it! It will feel as though its stopped beating... And who knows, maybe it has.

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Voices bottled up, far away…out of reach
I still hear them, echoing in my brain
I try not to believe the fear—the disdain
So long I have avoided their gaze, 
But here they are again, at a distance—
All ablaze!

I toughened my shell that night,
From the amplified words drenched in my hands
I cried so many tears for no words came
Unionized by grief and frustration,
How could I ever embrace such abandon?

I thought I could recognize by the fruits
As they were right before my eyes
But within their very cores,
Tears blur the rotten cries
The very words and deeds unspoken—untold
The very truth you tamper and mold
As fists clench—as confused youth look on!
He fashioned you with gold! 

I hear gleeful harsh warnings—poetry—of the collateral damage of my brothers
Running up and down the streets—rampant to get at others
I try to see the beauty in every single shade
But now, all I can do is pray

Voices bottled up, far away…out of reach
I still hear them, echoing in my brain
I try not to believe the fear—the distain
So long I have avoided their gaze, 
But here they are again, at a distance—
All ablaze!

All I can do I can do is pray
All I must do is pray

As the fumes of the anger light up today
Destroying all trapped inside
Splitting the atoms of our faith
I promise you will fall!!!
How gleeful you all are!
I promise the unity is all a dream
Nothing’s like it seems

Inside, I feel blood boiling, but I cringe
Refusing to add to the chaos
My voice box bludgeoned by their fears 
Replaced with stranger’s tears

Too long have I avoided my gaze
In the mirror showing nothing but the hardened
Unable to recognize the rot within
I stay…I pray
Until true words heal and answers free
And the rest I leave in the hands that see

Here they are again
Within me, around me
Surrounding me
Frozen—cold… unfeeling, BOLD. 

He fashioned us with gold
He fashioned us with gold

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I lie awake while
Desperate for sleep
Time it keeps passing
Yet the hours bleak

I've come to the conclusion
That I must be doing something
Wrong or maybe it's just my 
Patience long gone

I don't know what others think
Before settling for bed
But sure wish I could abandon
these festering thoughts
As the pillow cradles my head

Mostly because of anger
Maybe because of rage
Mostly because I desperately seek
The key that opens this cage

How am I to love a man
Who has no sympathy for my grief
Instead of holding my hand
He shuns and grinds his teeth

What the f*** am I supposed to do
With this disdain for life I feel
Cut the wounds even deeper to see
If by all means it ends or heals

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A Tale of Four Stories


i gnaw away, starting from my head, the store-house of
all my phantasms. and my eyes, in which you once drowned
and rose up as a nocturnal fire-bird
i am saving the best for the last, the heart,
tasting of off-season berries shriveled, bitter-sweet
caressed by decades of winter, beating inside
a summer-scented chest,
hay, cow-dung and mildew.


The forest has given birth 
to a prying Moon. 
Single. Static.

It watches over my tendency
to measure things.

The moon, metaphorical as ever, swinging smugly over the 

mango groves.
In her I saw your youth (resplendent, shining, bold)
and your age (scarred, empty, restless).


We took turns at the well
Pulling the slimy rope
Bringing up the loot
The coins, the lost kittens
The ghosts of ancient trees
How do we share equally?


You mourn for a life time
But the sudden discovery of that wart
In your armpit made you laugh
(cynical, the 'ha' went up, up, up)
you stop being you. 

There is nothing left but dredges
you took what was yours
left behind what was mine
I turn it into a broken mirror
to reflect you
through my shattered veins

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And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die

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Rest is a requirement,
for all,
in order to have this,
sleep is a must,
after a day’s of hard work,
wherein sleep is a must,
for all,
to freshen up the next day,
though the mind goes to sleep,
and the body follows suit,
the subconscious mind awakens,
and in lie,
a number of dreams,
awaiting you,
the dream,
that always reigns in my mind,
is the death of my wife, 
not once,
but more than a couple of times,
why does this dream,
often arise in my mind,
is the answer I seek,
is it because of the love we have towards one another,
or is it the compassion for each other,
or is it in relation of serving one another, 
or is it a kind of warning,
a warning to take care in the future, 
some people may call this as the sixth sense,
while I call this a nightmare,
as nightmares are really scary,
yes, nightmares are quite scary indeed, 
if you do agree with me or not!!

From:-Mr.Manu Nair (dated 19th November, 2012)

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bloody men

The blade penetrated the flesh
like a prong to a pitted plum
he had played with war
toyed with war
yet the gun
well the gun didn't have balls
Not for him the sterile
three shrouds removed 
expunging of visera with a gun
sissy pistols
pansy takers

Stick um good
part the seas of red
wake and feed the hounds of war
plastic pop-guns shatter beneath the heel of Mars
Man UP, raise the staff
and shove the pig sticker into mother's child

Oh man, war, Old Man War
do you visit him each night as you enter 
what should be the path to love?
Have a poke little man
just remember, all that was is ...
and will be born again.

Dedicated to a constant friend and inspiration Chris Aechtner
Inspired by his write "kids use toy guns'

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In the dream my nightmare strikes,
With human faces like zombies,
Hairy and teeth like vampires,  
Deep in the jungle beneath the caves.
I tried to run but my feet were stuck,
Something holding them down,
The scream wouldn’t come out,	
And fear took the best of me.

In the midst of my fears came strength,
My mind told my heart to be strong,
It is then I had the strength,
To pull my feet off the sticky grounds.
They followed me deep into the dark,
With their eyes shining in glitter,
Like torches shinning bright,
Their thunderous roar filling the caves.

I felt a heavy pounding of big steps,
Like giants moving the earth.
My heart practically jumping out,
As the zombies zeal remained unmatched,
To feed on my blood and take my soul.
I fell down and rose up on my feet,
Wishing the earth sallow me,
Because I felt the end has come.

At the end of the cave I saw the light,
Run towards it with a failing smile,
The zombie pursued with a deep roar,
They quickened their pace in pursuit.
I got at the end of the tunnel to the light,
I tripped and fell down in pain.
I broke my tendon and tried to crawl.
And there they were holding sickles

They lifted their sickles holding up,
Ready to take my last breath away,
I held tight to a fallen tree branch.
I screamed and woke up in the scream,
There I was holding tight to my bed,
The dream was gone and I was safe
But I was terrified and breathing heavily.
So I kneeled down and said a prayer.

21/11/2012 - 

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What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back

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I creep in at night,
     When all lights are out.
While you peacefully sleep,
     When no-one’s about.
No stars in the sky,
     No fresh baked bread.

Only you,
     And my breath on your neck.

Hush now child, go to sleep,
     For tonight you will dream,
     And I will creep.
Through cracks in your walls,
     Or holes in your floors.
It matters not, I have trained on scores.

I cut my teeth,
     On bedposts,
     And springs.
I sharpened my claws,
     On cradles,
     And dreams.
I perfected this dance,
     Each child,
     Each fright.
I hope to dance with you, child……..

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The Innocent Criminal

Infinite fields of the mind
Mowed down 
For what is natural
Is now a fictional story
That free thought?
Behind those bars 
Or under house arrest
The free mind
Coerced into submission
External forces
Wiping the colour
Gods of a black and white universe
Gradual decay 
Of the child’s smile
And the innocent euphoria
The present
Is the future we talked about
The reflections in the mirror
Are robots
From the sci-fi movies
Soul is caged
While the body roams
Roams under submission
Eternal war
Bulls and the bullied fight

Feverish soul
Do not doubt
Walk on the road
Do not look beyond
If you want to live long
Shh.. They’re listening
They are listening

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It’s in the air thick and strong
Doesn’t mellow in your defeat
You notice the space of smell
Something you cannot dispel
Down your back breathing ascends
You're defenseless, it tries to break in
The attack is this design
An avoidance you try to plan
But, up it creeps from your toes, on and on it goes
Your spine shivers from what is behind
Or just trying to get into your mind.

Holly P. Moore
October 12, 2012
"Whats Your Fear" Contest Entry

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Pronouncing the Dead

How can you look someone in the eyes and tell them it's the end?
How can you possibly do that without shedding tears?
Or even blinking?
Do you not feel it? That pain, that pain that's taking over
Their soul, as you tell them their life is ending?
Or maybe it's just that you have lost your own soul? 
In that instant when you found out that the greatest part of yourself
Is about to disappear,
That its light was about to be permanently extinguished.
Can't you feel it? That sorrow that slowly shutters their hearts?
Or the fear that's taking over their minds? it's a furious fire,
Cutting off any glimpse of hope with its smog,
That fear, its suffocating their soul into its last gasp.
Can't you see it? How that laughter ends sharply, in pain?
How it breaks in half every time, never to relapse into its fullness?
How the darkness stealthily takes over those, once life-filled, eyes?
That following calm,
It's the call of darkness,
Smoothly enchanting their soul into submissiveness.
Until all is in deadly silence,
Their bodies still, their souls forever gone into unknown.
Do your tears come then? Do you feel their pain then?
Do you see it? Or do you stay the same?
Unchanged, unemotional, shell shocked,
And forever unbelieving still?

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She Was Everything -part 4-

When I awaken, I am in my classroom The math professor is in the middle of a lecture Then . . . there she is The girl I killed The girl I fear Sitting at her desk taking notes What is this? Why am I here? Why has my cruel mind formulated this gut-wrenching lie? Why do I fear myself? My hands shake uncontrollably As I stare at the blank page before me Looking up once or twice at her curly, golden hair I think to myself Why did I just get the urge to kill someone When I have never killed anyone in my life? And why her? The answer is as clear as day: She was everything But why then would I want her gone? —because she was NEVER THERE No matter how close She was never there . . . But she was rightfully mine! And if I couldn’t have her No one would . . . I snap out of it by the sound of her soft voice Calling my name We are the only two in the room now She is not facing me Her back turned as always She invites me to her house Her birthday party I swallow hard Is she kidding me? After ignoring me for all these years She’s inviting me to her party? My mind wants to scream But I answer in one word: Sure. Then, the next thing she does sends shivers down my spine Still not facing me She opens up her hand mirror —the one with the little black heart Her eyeball in the glass Staring me down That mocking look of pity Shattering my sanity She looks at me and says, “Don’t keep me waiting . . .”

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The Screaming Demon

The Screaming Demon

You are a demon of our own creation
Screaming and crying all day and night
You make demands that we have to serve
Unrelenting you ripped our minds apart
So innocent in your looks
Your hands reach for us speaking of your needs
Is it all a trick to make us fall for your trap?
Your bright blue eyes talk of love
Soothing what is left of our minds and making us smile
While your voice makes us cringe in an unknown fear
We pray for you to take a sleep that never comes
Where did you come from?
What can we do you break your curse?
Ancestors from ages back asked the same question
They suffered the same torture that you inflect upon us
Someday the time will come when you will change
A moment months after your original creation
You will have a demon of your own
Then we will sit back and laugh as you suffer
If Karma is truly a ***** as they say
Two screaming demons will arrive
With innocent looks and a talent for pain they will come
Stressing you far beyond the torture you have shown us
And we will laugh

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Dreams they're all around me,

it's hard to tell  real life.

Monsters like in fairly tales,

my emotion turns to strife. 

The sun starts getting closer,

my skin it starts to burn. 

I look for somewhere to run

but don't know where to turn. 


He makes his way towards me majestic also wise,

it was hard for me to distinguish between what's loving and what's lies.

My heart it starts to flutter,

My body starts to fall-

I try to scream out for help 

but I don't know who to call.


Thus the journey's over,

now I'm on the ground.

Tears fall from my eyes-

my heart nowhere to be found.

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Lost, Without Hope

Everywhere I look, all I see is nothing A vast space full of water, the current pulling me out to nowhere Kicking and screaming I’m trying to stay above the wild waves But the crash and smash against me, the water filling my lungs I cannot breathe and I cannot float much longer I want so desperately to have something to cling to But yet I am alone in this fight, to keep my mind above To keep myself from sinking to the depths of depression A dark, endless pit that I will not be able to escape The burning anger above me And sweltering sadness beneath me Challenge me in my everyday To try and hold on to the thin lines of reality The lines that are blurring before my very eyes I do not know how much longer I can keep I want it all to end…but I do not want to end it all I am so tired…so very tired But sleep dances away from me, Like a young child on a play ground, sleep runs and hides The giggles of him I can hear, here and there But I cannot reach him He his beyond my capacities, beyond my boundaries And I’m losing this fight to stay above the water I feel like I’m drowning ‘ISN’T ANYONE THERE’ I cry And I weep, but honestly I really don’t know why Why I feel so trapped in this grey world With no escape and no reverence I am lost in the wild furls of my psychotic mind Where no one can find me, no one can help me…save me Alone and drowning I try to grasp onto the thin wisp of hope But it is false and was gone before it ever appeared I am lost, with nothing but the water and fire The darkness, and terror I have nothing to hold onto Yet I keep fighting, I keep fighting this losing battle But I do not know how much longer I will last

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David, you mean the very world to me and more
Can you forgive me?
You brighten my days when I am low and dead
And you listen—you always are there to listen
Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder
You comforted me when I was scared to death
Of the demons…always watching…you were there
Watching over me, scaring them away from me
You save me by being alive and who you are, David
Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame
Because there are few that listen—few that listen
You draw the poisons of my pain clear out
And you let them sink into your own skin
You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out
I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown
I’m selfish and rude, and I always ignore you
And for ever doing that, I hate myself
Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up
I’ve been a selfish bastard and I hate me
For never giving you enough love

David you are everything to us all and more
Do you hear me?
You are so uplifting to all of those around you 
You are selfless—so incredibly selfless
And in the silence you lifted me high with praise
Because I knew you would always be the one to give it
Never was there a day that you didn’t believe in me
Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin
Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining
Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back
And I never saved you! From all the loneliness
I never thought of you! I was so selfish
I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory
You are amazing in every way
Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be
I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life
But now I ask for your forgiveness
Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow
I’ve never hated myself more than tonight
But I will never, ever say goodbye

*for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he’s been having some tough times. Thanks. *

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I looked at the world through 
my silver gray bars.
Sad and alone 
the only thing I could do was 
reach out and feel the 
wind on my fingers.
Trapped in by the sadness,
guilt, and pain i felt.
I was held back by 
the fear and unknown
thoughts of the world 
i could never enter.
But when i reached out for help no one 
would ever take my hand.
I became a scared caged in
bird that learned not to trust.
That loneliness was my only friend i learned to 
lock up my heart never
to be hurt again.
But one day you came 
and reached in and asked for my hand.
You unlocked the cage I set in i held 
tightly to your hand as you led me into 
the world that was unknown the 
world I thought I would never enter.
You wiped away the tears as they fell
and your kindness blew away my fear and sadness.
I entered the world that 
I could only see through my
silver bars
As I hold your hand i take
my first steps in to a new

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the flying eyebrow

my eyebrow flew off yesterday and i yelled so loud that my water glass broke. then joe poopenheimer, my brother, fell down the stairs and died.

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The Red Empress

Snarling contempt hiding behind a warm smile
Your black heart throttles your deception
Words spoken are a poison
Shielding my mind
A current of blood trails your wake
Cracking the mantle
The foundation crumbles
Grey ash billows from the marble
In your summer dress
Now dark stained with the deceit
Decrepit and impotent
Quake at your presence
 Blinding pain
Necks whiplash in your scorn
All shall flee
All shall fail
My pain is your fuel
The pyre burning strong within me
Lash at me more
Push me away
Blood from the pores
Crying at the past
You built us up
We were to last
The more taken away
Beckons me to remain
The others matter not
It’s for you to say
Sit upon your throne, Empress
The skulls craft your chair
Black veins are your skin’s décor
Your snarl begs for more
Smoke and ash in my vision
The world is smoldering ruin
Cries of the damned excite you
Grip me by my neck
Flames lick our bodies intertwined
Brief flashes of your promise
Shall we burn forever in your reign?
 Or should you suffer too;
And writhe in our pain?

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The Doll


Like Sally I sense tragedy’s at hand For this heart can only sew so much Until all string is used to the last strand Hanging dolls staring at my lonesome self I wish I was more than what they see If only they’d welcome me on their shelf My porcelain skin would win over all Inanimate beings look alive at my face As I let my angriest plastic tear fall I can’t be SxTxIxTxCxHxExD this time. . . I can’t be displayed. . . I can’t remove the grime I’ve become the doll And we all sense the worst A happy ending for them all And when they finally welcome me to their shelf It is empty and caked with dust Leaving me staring. . . at MxYxSxExLxF Like Sally I sensed tragedy at hand But unlike her, that’s how I stay I stay. I stay. I stay. SxTxOxP. . . IxT IxS SxTxAxRxIxNxG AxGxAxIxN. . . SxHxE WxOxNxT LxExT MxE SxLxExExP SxHxE HxAxTxExS MxE. . .

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It makes no difference.


Asdfg, hjkl;.


It’s not working.


Asdfgh, ghjkl;,


Come on!


Asdfghjkl;, ;lkjhgfdsa!


It’s not working!

“Why won’t you listen to me?!”

It’s done.
It’s over.
I blew it.

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my sanity seems to unravel

like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day

I keep tripping on in the mud

but when I go to tie them

I find myself barefoot

rooted in an unsatiable lust

for something other than reality

a blood-letting of sorts

a scream that dies

before it escapes my throat

my struggle is not one of boredom or regret

rather a confusing mixture

of powders, pills, and mind-control

and some weird state of non-commital emotion

a dark ocean of something mistakenly called


I’ve never really been in control

but I fight with a might that might surpise you

and win most battles and lose most wars

realizing too late that I’m the only one

keeping score

another day of willing the sun to stay down

to allow me to drown

in a dreamscape of something greater

inhibit my feelings or leave me alone

this is something I’ll always fight


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frantic thoughts

things just arent the same...
with you gone 
its like you were never there
like a ghost...
haunting my mind
haunting my dreams 
its driving me crazy
i sometimes wonder
what it would have been like...
but no...
i dont want to think that
it makes you being gone harder to deal with
every single day is hell
because you left me alone to do this
and i cant...
im not strong without you
it was us...against the world
and you vanished before my eyes
leaving me to fight 
but i cant.
because every single moment of this life is a struggle
you held me up when i was weak
and now im left falling forever in this endless hole of pain...
drowning in my own tears 
wishing you were still here to save me
but youre not...
and im still here.
wondering if you were ever real
or just my minds way of saving me
but you have to have been real
i still feel you beside me 
i still hear your voice...
you have to have been real...

you have to have been real...

were you ever real? 

but where does this leave me. 
stuck here in a trance
trying to make myself believe 
trying to remember what your voice sounded like
trying to remember your smell
trying to remember your laugh
the memories are to vivid. too real.
so thats it then. 
youre just a memory to me.
maybe thats how its meant to be....

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Lamenting Spirit

Seemingly standing alone,
In the shadows of doubt and fear,
Lost, cold, forgotten,
Cold is the grasp of death that nears

Seeking a hand in darkness of solitude,
Wishing for nothing but a love,
Turned away, cast aside, borne not even a stray, lone thought,
Towering aloft, looked down upon from far above

Throned so high overhead, just as kings of old,
Glared down upon, a lowly tear forsaken so,
Caught within a trap, drowning, mists of sorrow,
A voice unheard, a voice deserted, only a voice in woe

Wandering such great, forlorn paths,
A derelict mind harshly beat, a mind that has since long been vacant,
Rove, this neglected child does,
One mind among so many, outcast, this dolor mind abeyant. 

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The Late Night Storm

The Late Night Storm

Looking up in a stormy night
Lightning flashes across a dark starless sky
Thunder rolls through fields and cities
Such energy released on a sleepy Earth
Ancient trees explode in massive fireballs
The amber light of the fires blend with the white heat
Casting demonic shadows on lifeless walls
The beauty of the storm becomes nonexistent
Boundless fear overcomes nature’s beauty
The storm seems to rage forever
Flashes, thunder and wave upon wave of rain
Pounding into defenseless ears
Forcing its way into the primal instinct to flee
The beauty is all gone
Fear has destroyed every vestige
Covered under blankets we hide
Waiting for the storm to end
Hoping we will survive the night
After hours the bravest look out of their shelter
The sun is shining in its entire splendor
The storms have long since traveled to the east
Fears go back to rest as we see the world
The beauty has returned

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Requiem of Elysium

Silver-lined beckoning moon beams
dance along, disquieting sacred ground
unmasked by truth, barefoot unencumbered
broken promise-laden blue eyes.

You whispered flame into existence
as if a stark naked sheath of sparkling
midnight velvet skies, haunted in surreal angst 
revealing the beauty I will never possess.

Lost in revelry, the tune continues to play
repetitiously, in tired mind and restless thought
raging ember pulse coagulating, until feelings whist
now eternally slowed, water breaks from horizon.

Restful reproach granted in heartbeat-time
the metronome of life, always captures its prey
succumbing in surrender, while the new dawn casts shadow
over an oyster-birthed pearl on a rainy day in love.

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Scared of the dark

Like a knife it slices thin.
Slowly like a full blade.

The pain felt through out the body.

And ever bearing abundance 
That will never go away.

Inside you'll scream.
You'll cry.

Hoping and praying this pain
Will forever go away!

But in your heart you'll know 
No such remedy exists.

Crouch down. 
Hold yourself.
Rock back and fourth.

It won't save your soul.

Won't protect you from what you 

Even then it's the fear
Of fear itself that kills you.

The fact of not knowing what to
Be afraid of and what not.

It clouds your mind 
And their for clouds your thoughts.

To overcome this 
Is to court strength into 
What is visually unknown.

To put aside all that cause
You to break down and cast
Off all emotions.

To be free... As you will
Is to be heartless.

To not feel anything at all.

So that when these nightmares 
Come back you'll be awaken
Not of fear but of full rest.

Only thinking you've done your best
To cloud the monster that lies
Beneath your mind.

Just itching for every way to get 
Leaving you but a pile of ash,
That was too scared to protect
Your own ass.

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Surronded by meanies
Not knowing what they do
Hurting a pride
Without any care
Knocking down feelings
With a hammer of words
Slamming hate on you
Like a slate and a nail
Waiting for another
Unsuspecting victim

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LOVE isnt meant for me

Is it me or is it that  love  is just not meant for me 
Is it me or is it my emotions leading me this way 
im scared that im not meant for love 

Is it cause im young what is it 
someone HELP !!!!!! 
my emotions are killing me and my future relationships if I ever get one 
no one excepts me for who I am but ........ will see

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My biggest fear

I guess I cant hide anymore 
I must be upfront with who i am, who I've been all these years
I'm not the average girl
Yea, i admitt, I got issues
but who are you to judge
I'm not going to hide anyomore,Im looking fear in its eyes
Im not gonna cry
What you see is what you get
Dont like it?
Tuff sh-
Im not Kay kay anymore Im Akribah
Who I've been hiding from for years
 Yea I cut
okay so what
Alright I listen to Avril Lavigne and Fall Out Boy
Thats my business
Just let me be me
What I do has nothen to do  with who I am
 Im that same girl that you knew years ago
I just grew up
Ive learned that its ok to be me
you dont like it?
Ask me if i care
 Im living for me
Something I should have done years ago
I lost my grip on life
But I was given a second chance
And this time Im not gonna hide
Im gonna look fear in its eyes
Im not gonna cry
I cant hide anymore
I refuse to hide anymore
what you see is what you get
Dont like it?
Tuff sh-
I faced my biggest fear

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I associate

I associate being complete with falling in love.
Does that mean that as a child I didn't get
enough hugs?

I fear loneliness like elephants fear mice 
and I go from person to person
trying to get it right. 

But something is missing
something has been missing for a while
and I don't want to appear weak
I just want some one to make me smile 

Is it so bad that I associate love with being whole
I know what your supposed to be told
that you must love thyself before anyone else will
but I just want someone to hold
I want someone not to go 
when I need them the most.

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Home Is Where the Heart Is Stilled

Abandoned places,where
perhaps memories linger,
with wisps of wafting moments,
aware, somehow, even of  the now,
Though long forgotten by all others,
One wonders why, and surely how,
Such strong vibrations of the past,
Seem to time, to have taken a bow...

Gutted building, windows broken,
Creaking, leaking floor,
Last stepped on by the living,
So many, many years before...

Where lives were lived, and
deaths have come in their way,
To others, in a time gone by,
Who here saw their last sad day,
Tears were cried,hearts
were smashed,
Love withered, its flame 
reduced to ash...

Is this a mysterious black hole of time??
A singularity, of now and here...
Where time is not so limpid...
And death is always near,
And fear can swim in the unknown,
The fear of time's mysterious cloud...
As ticks, as tocks, somehow go forever by, 
so mysteriously, and seemingly, oh so loud...

What was the last calendar's  year hung?
The last phone call received,
And who had been the one rung??

Ghost House,
Ghost House,
Scary, time
abandoned place,
Secure in forgotten
And with time, 
you've lost the race.

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About Me Pt. 1

What can I say about me that you can’t learn within a day?
I was born to be a hopeless romantic,
except I never have any romance in my life
I am a gentleman,
I take my chivalry seriously
I want someone to hold and never let go of,
I want someone who will be there
I want someone who will tell me everything will be okay
I want someone to hold my hand
I find myself surrounded by beautiful girls,
but they always seem to find happiness in somebody else
I’m great at reading the negative signs
I’m terrible at reading the positive ones
I always misinterpret friendship for attraction
or vice versa out of fear of rejection,
out of fear of being mistaken, yet again
I am always, just a friend
I am blessed with the best friends in the world
but, I fear, I might turn my back on them to some extent over a girl
I’m afraid my friends will disappear
finally realizing I’m not worth keeping
finally seeing what I see in myself
but, I hope and pray that they never do
Far too often I wonder
I wonder if I died, if anybody would really care?
I wonder if anybody would really miss me like they say they would were I not 
I’m smarter than I’ll admit,
but I still fear I’m not smart enough
I’m afraid I’ll never reach my goals
I’m afraid I’ll never graduate from college,
become a doctor,
meet that one special girl,
and start a family of my own
I’m afraid to let myself down,
but I’m even more afraid of letting down others
I am a people pleaser,
but I’m not sure if I ever really please many people 
I like knowing what’s around the bend,
but I don’t enjoy monotony 
or spoiled endings
I enjoy having fun,
but I enjoy being serious
I’m easily amused
but I hate stupid things
I write best when I’m depressed,
but I hate feeling that way
Yet I love writing so much,
I just can’t win

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It's Nothing

In my head
Underneath my bed
It's in the rain
They call me a code red
I am labeled INSANE
He loves me, he said
I'm out of my mind
Doctor I need my mind
Can't go back and rewind
Everything you said I misread..
Man love is blind
I've completely lost my mind
What you did to me is so unkind
It's so unkind
I may be crazy!!
Very crazy they say..
Seeing I kick myself everyday
You were never real!!
You were never real!!

I stare at the wall
I stand so still
I lose it cause you don't call
Without you I have no will.
Rocking myself side to side
Pulling my hair saying it's not real, 
It's not real!!
Remember with my eyes open wide 
How you took me up that hill
You bounce me like a ball
Then you told me we needed to chill
Then you let me fall
My heart stopped and stood still
Yet my heart has not broken.
It's not for real.
These feelings I can not hide
I still love him so I see no big deal
It's the sane part of me that has died.
I tell you his love for me is real.
His love for me is real.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I have something to say and 
for what lies ahead to God Almighty 
we must incessantly pray.
We look up to those we should 
We are taught about violence
We are taught to fear guns
Yet we fight with weapons
and deadly puns......

who are the responsible for 
the deterioration of the values
of our loved ones?

Are you and I free to decide
what is right or wrong or must
we hold our heads up high and
sing the song that wasn't meant 
to be sung.....

" Let freedom ring"
with it's dubious and misleading
intricacies with horror I observe 
the veiled atrocities of all those 
who continue to abuse power....

Are we truly living in the land of
the free. do we fear or are we blind
to what the elite condition us to believe

Are we Ok living in a so called
"Democracy" with the rules of those 
who are higher up? Is anyone yet fed up?

Do they now have ways of holding
our liberties hostage or our youth
in bondage... 

Dear Mr. President are we citizens
or residents are we slaves of the 
corrupt or should be thankful
and just shut the hell up....

Has our freedoms been sold or am 
I just being bold is it a sin to speak with
truth are the ones in power not the ones
hiding the proof and silencing 
the masses with drugs and trances.
I am here cause I still have a voice 
even if in everything else we have 
no choice....
I have witnessed the daily tragedies of 
of our once beloved nation with great

They say we live in democracy but we 
are not heard ,we are not the voice of the 
people; we are living in dictatorship and loving 
every minute of it because we are told what to 
think hear and speak and we care not know 
what we are fighting for " freedoms" but we are 
not FREE....

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Sixty Seconds

I take a deep breath and count to ten,
no fifteen ,
because every fifteen seconds I’m missing you.
And these jail cell walls that define us,
these jail cell walls that divide us,
these jail cell walls that confine us,
only makes me miss you more.
Because the only embrace is between steel bars
that contort us
distort us
support us through court – us.
And your just miles away 
but these miles seem like a millennium
and I can only speak to you through letters,
but there is no reply.
I feel like I’m on a one way road
swimming leagues only to find myself drowning in a desert.
Drunk off the memories,
drunk off every syllable I write
pretending that our conversations are real, on a two way road instead of one.
I miss you.
I miss our long talks on the smoking porch,
chaining long white cigarettes,
tarring our lungs like it’s something beautiful.
You are beautiful to me
in all of your queerness
in all of your scars
in all of your mistakes-
so beautiful.
These jail cell walls that define us,
these jail cell walls that divide us,
these jail cell walls that confine us,
only makes me miss you more.
I take a deep breath and count to fifteen,
no twenty,
because there are twenty cigarettes in a pack,
and twenty more days until I see you,
and twenty more times I must wake up,
knowing that your spine is broken in two,
knowing that your hipbones are bruised,
knowing that we’ve got nothing to lose.
Let’s move.
Move away from all this misery,
from all this catastrophe,
from all these pleas-
Please come back to me.
Come back to the times of freedom,
falling through the cracks of judgment
and **** all those who think it’s wrong to be gay.
Let’s be gay.
Let’s be blissful once again.
Come back to us,
through the steel bars,
through the jail walls,
through the time of captivity,
Come back to me.
And I’ll take a deep breath and count to ten,
No twenty,
No thirty,
No sixty,
because each minute that ticks on by
I am missing you.

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Set, spike, serve,
Volleyball is full of nerves,
Shoot it over the net,
Wait but not yet,
My turn to serve, 
My stomach is full of nerves,
Watching and waiting for everyone to see
I made it over and won it for my team.

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Every body's New Year


There is something, something going on.
No one knows it, but something is wrong.

Everybody  around to enjoy the year.
Celebrating this year last cheer.
Counting from 10-1, forgetting 2012 is near.

The ignorance of this world has hit again.
Spreading happiness through every window pane.
Sending hugs and kisses to every friend.
Forgetting the feelings of the short times we felt insane.

Relaxing to the joy we create.
Acting like we enjoyed every day.
Passing smiles on this one day the whole world celebrates
For this one day we all await.
Asking to shake the hands of the ones we hate.
Forgetting about the worlds ~2012~ due date.
Cheer from me before it gets too late.
Happy new years, everyone!

Let by-gones~ be bygones
Cheers, cheers, toast your beer.
My new resolutions list is here.
In one blink of the eye its over 
And a new year begins..
Look at it this way,  we have 365 days.
To say life stinks all over again..
Happy new years to that , my friend!!

 ~   SKAT  ~

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Who Am I

 ~Who Am I Mirror Mirror.~ 

Hospital mirror, 
Mother who is that man who has no hair? 
I have hair. 

That man that has no eyebrows? 
I have eyebrows. 

Hospital mirror, 
That man who looks slim? 
I am healthy. 

Who is that man with a plastic bag 
hanging from his arm? 
My arms are free. 

Hospital mirror 
Who is that man who looks like me? 
Suddenly I was screaming for help 
Crying out loud yes 
that man`s image is me. 

Mother look at that mirror with me 
see If that man is me? 
When did you find out 
I have cancer? 

Tears were flowing down my face 
I am strong I don't cry that image 
he looks dead how long will I live? 
Answer me? 

Mother whispered to the mirror I couldn't! 
As I knew not 
except that image in that mirror, 
is you. 

My son, we will remain here for the coming five months. 
I prayed fear not you will become 
The Miracle Boy. 
It happened. 

Today five years later he is free of cancer, 
he looks at his mirror knows who he is. 
Alive and Healthy. 
A Miracle. 

Written By Me: The Mother 
Therese Bacha

Mirror Contest by Nathan A. (Honorable Mention)

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Agree to Disagree

                                               Mankind's greatest

                                                      is death.

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The Wall, The Wall

The Wall, The Wall

the world fades from my fingertips
like blood oozing from an open wound
the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder
and my eyes are twisted in pain

shut the door and lock me within
the light is buzzing and flickering
something is about to explode
or maybe thats just my soul

softly touch the wall and it corrodes
the white paint peels and turns black
and cracks appear on the surface
a garbage touch that ruins it all

for years the signs of ruin were there
building up behind fragile white walls
and now i sit here with an open chest
my heart nailed to the damned wall

and as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood from an open wound
the sky outside is bloody and tormented
and i cant begin to see my own reality

im so afraid that if i get up ill fall again
damned by the ghosts of the past
the flashing glare of reality looms larger
closing in on me and slapping me

if only someone could open the door
and let me out of this foreboding room
perhaps i could see more than whats inside
instead of slicing myself in half

remember it was your verse that ended me
slicing off my fingers one by one
it was when my heart was nailed to the wall
that i truly forgot how to feel

my sickening screams echo loudly
throughout the confines of my own mind
reverberating down my spine
and leaving me in a shivering fit

as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood pouring from an open wound
the sky outside has faded to a deep black
and i cant begin to see my own reality

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My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

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Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).

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Girl Rising

Based on a true story from a television documentary on Human international crime with participants from a broad spectrum of society...occuring on a daily basis. I have only seen documentaries on the trafficking of young girls between the ages of 5 and above!! Law enforcers, it seems are fighting a losing battle against the men and women who sell and enslave young girls and I have no doubt, young boys as well.

Somewhere this day on planet earth
A Mother-to-be, while in labor, cries
Not so much for the mounting pain
Nor the fear of possible death
So many fears for the future…
“What lies ahead in the coming years?
What “fate” will meet my child?”
And added to all her heightened fears is…
Will she be there to protect her child?

Those dark years have now passed into decades
When Tanya walked the shadowy streets of the city at late night 
While kids her age slept peacefully in their beds
They made her dress up so she’d looked twenty one
Days were spent locked in a room, under watchful eyes
She was fed cheap fast food to her young heart’s content
Soon she'd lose all hope of liberation
This was the second man she had been sold to
And after a while she’d adapt to the situation 

Still fresh in her mind was that last day at school
In her backpack was her favorite teddy bear
Her Mother had chosen to believe her step-father again
Now that her twelfth birthday would be in a month 
As no one cared, she decided to run away
While at the bus station she met this “nice” couple
Who listened to every word she spoke
They promised her a ride to any place she wished
And she’d always wanted to see Disney land

“Maybe, she thought, it’d be a birthday treat”
 However, that would be another promise broken 
Weeks dragged on and they bought her “stuff” 
Although treated well, sometimes she still felt alone
Then one day came the grown up clothes and make up
That night her innocence was stolen once more
Later she’d try to make an escape
Only to be caught and tied to the bed post
‘Make it easy on yourself and accept your “fate”, she was told

That was years ago, although it seems like yesterday,
When arrested by a new officer on the vice squad
Who saw the flaw in the picture before him
The pimp gave no reasonable answer to the simple question
‘Why are you parked late at night on the street corner with a minor?’
Looking back over the years, she came to conclude that “Fate” is just another word, made up to cast aside blame; when we do not want to see the path we’ve chosen which has led us to our present state
When Pilate symbolically washed his hands, though he had power in that moment to act..
When there before him stood truth and innocence, 
Yet, he chose to make a comfortable bed for his conscience

Today, Tanya is a college graduate and a Mother who has vowed not to leave anything to “fate”. She’d teach her children to take responsibility for the choices they make… 
She would teach them that no one is of lesser value than another..
 Male or female; black or white, all hues; rich or poor 
All have a God given right to live free!
For:  Richard's "Girl Rising" Contest

(3rd Place Win)

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We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 

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As the bird flew in the swirling wind
Up and down the crests of trees
A feather (or two) could not resist
And off it went with the swirling air.

On and on the bird flew, on and on 
Aimless in freedom the feather flew
On and on it flew, in the twirling wind
Till it soared above the crested trees, lo!

Oh, does anyone know what I feel out here?
Does anyone care what I do way up in the sky?
Does the bird know that (solo) I took to flight?
Will the bird remember and retrace its course? 

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A Call to Action

Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love.  Explain, support, convince.  Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!

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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college

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To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the sighted. not to see the hunger
Of their own brethren.
To the question of tolerance. I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the wealthy, not to aid the poor.
By extending a helping hand of comforts aid.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The physically strong and sound of mind and body,
Unwilling to accept the different or physically
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the stone throwers, whom judge
Others without truths evidence or justifications guilt.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of racism, inequality by skin tone
And ethnic origin.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of those whom believe their faith is
Superior, condemning all others because they  believe
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of malices hatred of those whom,
Chose to be different, in dress, lifestyles or sexual
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of a soldier's courageous heart, to brave forward,
Against overwhelming odds, even though it places
Many innocent lives in harms way.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of mankind to destroy their own
Environment, leaving nothing left for the
Future generations to exist upon.
To the question of tolerance, I do tolerate all of this,
For I am the creature known as humanity,
And I have yet to learn from my own mistakes.

                                                  BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore

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The spark ignited and threatened the paper
The corners curled and burned black
 ablaze in reds 
It left behind the black ashes 
Of regret
It closed into the center
The trail of uncontrollable
The smoke obscured reality
And left the surroundings in a lightless poisonous cloud
Choking on the only air there was left
Until it was devoured all alone

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Staring Back At The Earth

The earth abandoned and cold
Gravity is gone,silent winds heard
No one`s here anymore to alight the sun
Planet Earth has lost its colors
There`s no life here anymore

My tired legs,weakened by hunger and thirst
Stumble on dusty ground..Once colorful and filled with life
Drifts helpless out into space..Weightless and unable to stop 
Staring back at Earth..Distance back home increases..On my own now
It is no longer white clouds and blue oceans to be seen..Its all muddy brown
Once atmosphere..Replaced with foggy gas clouds..Life is gone..Lights are out

Accepting my destiny..Keep wondering..
Will I face the almighty Himself out here..Creator of the universe
I am done crying..Helpless feeling turns to apathy
Will you guide me..To my new home..Set the Course
Push me in the right direction..Life is gone..Lights are out

April 22nd 2012

For Tracie`s contest

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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

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Sleepless Nights

These long sleepless nights
Waiting to hear
That hot red dragon so near

No way to know
While you fight its fury
I lay here and worry

It devours acres by thousands
Leaving black charcoal embers
And vacant faces with no place to go
The dragon said so

The last word we spoke
Your home now filled with smoke
While you fight the dragon - is there hope?

These long sleepless nights
Waiting to hear
That hot red dragon so near

Today brought the call
I've waited days to hear
You're ok and gone is my fear

Thank God for His blessings....

©Donna Jones
*for my sister, a voluntary firefighter in CO...

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Standing Still

Standing where I am
My eyes take off into the empty distance
To the splitting path,
where no one straight road rests.

I look up and down
I look and look…

Mind to the rescue 
with what it knows,
Intoxicated by fear
swirls and swirls in spheres.

It brings me back to nowhere.

A place
where I stay the course
My legs bound to the solid ground
I stand.

Infinitely hushed 
By breaths of trees,
Their movements, their dance.

Sliding this way
And coming back
then the other way

I stay in the gust of my uncertainty.

The gift of now is our shield
They serenade,
Made of a native rock
We are standing on the root
here is our home
we stand protected.

Let me stay with you then
Let me join you in your dance
Let me share on the air,
be part of your breath;
And poise in stillness
Where I am now
Amongst you.

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How very often, we miscalculate things

How Very Often We Miscalculate Things
How very often, we miscalculate things, How very often our fear spoils everything, How often, we predict too heavy rains, Which would wipe away all our living dreams, But find soon that the rains brought only, Rainbows, colors and pleasing winds, It came only to refresh our mind and heart, Not to take away our treasures and our dreams. Fear sometime comes, when we are even strong enough, But often it comes, when we are weak in our preparations, It often comes, when we doubt everything and everyone, Fear takes us away even when, the spring is in full bloom, And often it detract us to hear some melodious tunes and songs, And keep us repeating only the lines, we have sung. It often force us not to inhale and breathe properly, The pleasing fragrance coming with the cool gush of wind, Fear compel the dictators, to even lock the air, As the wind may be coming, not from their planned direction. How often it compels and motivates us, Not to open, the new doors and windows, As the new wind may refresh or spoil the mind, And it may touch and influence, the soul in peace, With the lofty smells and thoughts, preserved in the mind, How very often we miscalculate things, How very often our fear spoils everything. Ravindra Kanpur India 13th May 2012/center>

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The Devil Walks

The devil walks 
gets tired
and sits,
and while the devil sits
the devil picks up a tired fruit
rotting, and with jagged nails he peals
slowly, the tender fruit bruising
and he tastes it, smacking his dried lips
and the devil eats
decayed fruit and sour wine	                 nothing lush and sating
then the devil rests
and resumes his walk,
and later the devil sits again
rubs his feat
and goes to bed
and in the morning
he breaks his fast on curses and lies           nothing so filling as figs and nuts
and begin the devil’s walk again,

his walk
on the road our thoughts paved
where all that grows is bad and unwell
to the cross our words built
where flames dance and all is unwell
and he is condemned
upon christening
upon the hearing of his name
and the wobbling of his first steps
to walk a road less traveled,
to be the leader
of our very own crusade
armed with words
against himself
to see him burn,

our crusade of one
and many
on roads first paved upon his birth
to bring the devil down.

The devil walks
The devil eats
and pelted by our stones
He does but sleep
For what we sow
The devil reaps

and there is justice in punishment
there is reward in reckoning
there is bitterness in my mouth
as I say these words
and pity
              the devil
his due.

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Ultimate nightmare

In total darkness
My helpless naked body 
Like a mere rag doll
Is tossed precariously
Into the cursing unforgiving
freezing sea
My body in shock
I am petrified filled with fear
And find it hard to breath.

My limbs tossed and thrown about
At the mercy of the towering cursing waves
That has taken so many unmercifully
To the murky depths
And a watery grave.

The freezing cold cuts and bites my tender skin
And as I swirl around against my will
My head is in a spin
I'm getting tired and more tired
As the waves crash and get increasingly higher
Drifting in and out of consciousness
Never knowing what will happen next
And when I will expire.

I just want to sleep
I hope I will soon die
I give out primal screams
But  there's no one to hear my cries.

The sheer noise of the thunderous waves
Deafens me and hurts my ears
I become delusional
Calling out for mother
And cry so many tears.

I sense the sharks are gathering
To frenziedly rip and tear my flesh
And drag me down into those dark, freezing  murky depths.

My bones to lay on the ocean bed
And soon to be covered by silt and sand
Soon to be forgotten
As though I'd never existed as a person
Or a man
At peace at last.

Peter Dome copyright.2014.

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The Ringleader

Ladies and gentleman
Come in come all, take a seat
Relax take a load off 
And enjoy the show
Be happy, be merry for you all are
The guests, my guests
The audience to the greatest show on earth
We have a mystical show for you all tonight
Dazzling lights will send your mind in a scurry for reality
Freaks that will frighten your soul, but I dare you to look away
Exotic animals that are bred to entertain even the closest of minded
Why am I wearing this mask? You might be asking yourself
Are you feeling a little dizzy? Are your eyes a little watery?
It’s called mustard gas, used in World War 1
And you all are breathing it in, oh this truly is the greatest of all shows
Go ahead and run, you have no place to go. 
And for your final performance, I will rise to the rafters 
And watch you all die
I am your ringleader, goodnight!

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Hide Me

Hide me,
take me to a place
where my tears
can fall onto paper
and become words.

Hide me,
away from a harsh world
that will not escape me.
Only you, poetry
will let me be me.

Hide me,
in between your lines,
give a lonesome girl
your warm sheltering.

Hide me,
in a dark corner
where shadows blend in,
only there can I
remove this disguise.

Hide me,
in your peaceful sanctuary
away from lying eyes,
laughter and ridicule.

Hide me,
from this reality
and take me somewhere

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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?

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Il vaut mieux- as there was nothing.
None knocks at the door, as I don’t knock more
A horse doer, escaping from the stable
I penetrate a place then dropping from the window
Humming – hawing,
-In a far bench
I count the stumbling words, trailing the weakened tongue

Il vaut mieux- as there will be everything.
I come looking for incision to run away
The scattered papers, I let go
Trying another iron or wooden door
I’m crazy about wall’s hole
Our relation is like railway lines
We meet underneath the pressure of changing the course.

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Having settled into a firmament
of tarnished soil, 
your sprouted roots 
bring forth sullied growth.

What was blessed 
by the sun at birth, 
now hides
in deep shadows 
of the moon,
living half a life in darkness
creating the fear that 
comes from a wolf's howl.

C.A.K. 11-3-2012


We are born innocent,
but soon learn to distrust.
Racial prejudice, bigotry,antisemitism  
emboldens and excites ignorance
and soon hate becomes the bigot's
religion of choice. 

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The Darkness My Reality

>.< A night of dark desire and timeless agony A night of sorrow and everlasting fear Once pure eyes overnight turn evil My heart freezes as you near So close I feel your breath on my skin The pain and chaos you bring Sucking life from my world Hope from my soul I see you in the shadows Watching silently. The sky i see isn't blue anymore The grass isn't green My world now cloaked in a dark hue Down here in the dark No light to show me guidance No hope to give me ease It come's now, the darkness Suffocating the air Walls creeping closer Blinding screams ring through my head As mercy abandons every thought Fear seeping through my broken soul Inside cries of surreal pain claw my flesh Drowning in my own bitter tears Knowing I am running out of time Bringing with it the promise of eternal nightmares Never waking, forever dreaming, forever screaming.. >.<

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A Hospital Stay - Part I

                              "Nothing my hide from the hidden."

                                                                   - Japanese Proverb


                                      Gulliver's God Goes Silent

Sir Johnathan's Lilliputians assumed
Gulliver's watch to be his personal god,
Observing how seldom he took action
Without first consulting it.

Time has come to be the Tyrant God of our frenzied Age;
The One Who Harries
The mass of us from here to there and back again
Crying down to the faithful the terrible slippage
The relentless loss of minutes, hours and days,
Unreclaimable all,
Shouting to us from our wrists, our walls and all things electric
The message of incompletion,
Of things undone and lost
In the unstoppable flood that sweeps us along
Carrying all we think we know
Towards some great, invisible and communal Terminus.

     The acolytes' wishes are served,
     In serving one so like ourselves
     Serving those unsatisfied by any sacrifice.

     The call comes in late September;
     A doctor's voice informs me
     Of a tale mad cells are telling
     As they gather themselves deep within,
     An aimless tide of their lives just beginning
     To flourish sans form or purpose
     Bringing destruction to the  temple they occupy
     Through their sheer abundance.

That was when, for the first time,
My part in the steady move towards the Terminus
Loomed clear and certain in my sight,
And joined the strong knowings of my heart.

A fluid anxiety filled me,
Running shapeless and invincible
And I felt, somehow, like I was drowning.

So it was that as another Summer gathered itself up for its death
I checked into the hospital
To be dropped into chemical oblivion
And laid out like an offering
To the spirits of Blood and  Mystery
Reading my organs through greengloved hands,
Interpreting the language of manic cells.

Skin peeled back like the pages of a book
I lay captive in the sleep of Lethe
As they read the script writ in red within
     Making decisions
     Correcting errata.

          And the god on the wall
          Moved his hands in passing across his face,
          But not for me.

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Love Hurts - a shanzi

hairy white hands
clenching into fists

jaw tightening quick
I step backwards

his eyes throwing 
sparks my breaK-ing 
nose, my broken heart

For the "Shanzi" contest

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Beyond The Distance And The Days

Our love grows stronger,
Even beyond the distance,
Even beyond the days.
I know you're with me always
And I'm always with you;
In God together we're together forever
And physically we'll be together forever soon.

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Brave Enough

If I was ever brave enough
Pondering my feelings
What would I express to you
Could I let it all out
The depth and effect you have on me

Could I unravel it all
Make any sense of how I feel
Organise my thoughts
Engage your attention in me
Just so you get my groove

Its love I fear
So when you are near
I melt with the attraction
Emotion overwhelms
I only know how to run

Impressions from my past
Come forth to stamp a mark
That cautions me to stop
Not give in to my heart
Let you in or allow you to see

Give me the strength
Help me become brave
Push forward through the pain
That hinders me with restaint
Like barbwired in a cage

Nervous beats pounding
Distance myself
Layers of emotions
Like the evolving sea
I feel this within me

On the smooth shiny sand
You stand, guiding me in
Gently groping fragile rope
Pulling me toward the shore
To free me from my lonely raft

Finally a man who can help me see
Bringing me into the light
Shedding my old skin
All that has been locked away
Saturates me, I am finally free

Intensity that gravitates
Me to you, you to me
I am yours, you are mine
No longer do I run or hide
On the tip of my tongue
Embracing that I love you

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Her Square of Fear

A hypnotist
softly speaks.

Heavy eyes lids,
Butterflies behind her eyes,
Slow heart beats,
Soft breaths,

She was in a Riot.
It seemed to be intense.
A Revolution has started,
And everything was a mess.
In The streets of Egypt,
The Smell of tear gas 
Was suffocating,
Tears were shed,
Eyes were blurred.
She found herself at last 
In Tahrir square,
Full of anger,
Full of fear,
And death was everywhere.
She now remembers why
She has been afraid to leave the house
For more than a whole month.
She has been afraid to watch the news,
Or even the political shows.
She remembered how many people lost their eyes,
And how loud she heard their cries.
She suddenly screamed,
and was wide awake.

A hypnotist 
A silent room

Submitted to (Picking up the Broken Pieces) Contest

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Passchendale: 3rd Battle of Ypres, 1916

Even the dead reject this blasted earth.

The ground, such as it is,
Is freshly Antidiluvean,
And the corpses swim within its tumbled, heaving masses
Blood and mud the mortar
Holding the chaos together.

The sun is weak,
Ashamed to break the haze
And bring to light the obscenities transpiring here.

The whistles blow
And the troglodytes emerge
From their respective holes,
Staggering towards one another
Through watery craters
Over the mincemeat of comrades
To add themselves to the swimming sacrifice
Constantly on offer 
To the insatiable, sole diety of this place,
The Mud-God, Futility.

     They are men no more,
     Those who struggle 'neath
     The leaden skies
     The wan sun
     Of the sodden moonscape
     That is Passchendale.

     They are only raging beasts
     Trading pain for pain,
     All trace of cause or reason
     Lost in the maelstrom of their collective misery -

And the only escape
Is to slay and to be slain;
To join the bitter shades
Ascending with the fog and smoke
Through the wall of cloud above,
To vanish into the icy deeps
Among the far, impassive stars.

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In a far away secluded place
There’s a hill known for its beauty
But lies a secret that finally revealed
Its haunted, its creepy… wants to know the story?

There were five 4th graders
Joined in the field demonstration in school
They needed fine branches to form a shape
That hill they choose because it’s the nearest
And decided to go there before the sunset

The distance is one kilometer so they walked happily
Before going up to the hill they’ve felt uneasy
Because once they heard that at the top lies a dead body
But they still continue their journey anyway
And saw a wrecked bamboo hut was empty

Going further inside the creepy hill
One girl was beaten by some sticky spider
Everybody were afraid and shouted 
They also heard people laughing at the end

The 4th graders looked at each other and wondering
What they were doing at six in the evening at the wrecked hut?
Three people, two pretty women and one handsome man
Wearing white and seated on a dirty and old bench
They looked enchanting but the children were afraid 

When three people looked at the children they smiled and asked;
“What are you doing here? Its’ getting dark, you’ve supposed to go home”
Shocked for the question they didn’t answer but run as fast as they can
One girl lost her slipper while going down on the hill so she cried hard
They keep on running even if their feet were tired…they were so scared	
The voices were still echoed in the air as they keep running

When they reached home, all of them told the shocking story
Their parents confirmed that hill is haunted for many years already
It’s the city of unknown people because they heard it many times
The children were chilled by the news and wailed 

The five 4th graders never attempted to go there for more than 30 years
But the experienced they truly can’t forget for the rest of their lives
Its Halloween month at that time and its Halloween night indeed
No trick and treats, no pumpkin, no costume but a real experience
The people leaving there know the story and nobody dare to go up
How about you? Want to try to go to the creepy hill too?

Date written: September 5, 2012

Note: the girl who lost her slipper was ME 

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Let it be

Who has not felt the aloneness 
The uncertainty
of waking?

When eyes undefended
get a glimpse of the day's might
Alienated from the stillness of the night
Into a sight that is not quiet yet,

Probing around with unfocused gaze 
Uncertain chill
into the light.

It is hesitation before the new
Of letting go
For staying is nowhere.

Let me be with you then
holding you gently within myself 
you are my alleyway to the morning. 

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My Future Generation

I can act insane
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…

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The Habit Mind

The habit mind
Is the holocaust
Of technology automating
Rational enlightenment
For the slavery of time
And poverty of creation

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Life is a Bed of Roses

Why is life so dear?
Beyond my grasp, yet near inside  
Age ages me - despair rages me
Where am I leaning?

Time toys with us
Where and when we go nobody knows
Does the time for us diminish?
Or was it never there

The soil, the tulip, the rain - have no thoughts                     
Feel no pain - suffer no loss - nor love of gain                      
The beast, the fish - have limited thoughts                           
Live in worlds ruled by might and fear - not reason            

We are designed for so much more
Yet superficial surface we live
Material quests dominate human needs
We pursues endless nothingness

Man walks stalks what his senses reveal                               
Falsely led by accumulation - falsely driven by ego              
Sharp blades skating on the surface ice                                 
Detached from what lurks below inside                                 

We are designed for so much more
Yet superficial surfaces we live
Material quests dominate human needs
We pursue endless nothingness

Where do I find what I wanted?                                                 		
Fraught with minimalness	        
Was it ever there or too far beyond....                                   
I still can't see her and I fear it's too late                                

But never experienced that joy
Swimming or drowning
Where does evil live, if not
Time holds me still or is it fear?

Chuck Keys

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Shadow Man

When that one moment sucks the illusion of safety away
We're left knowing tomorrow will be different from today

After nightly prayers, should I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

For a child of six, stone still in her bed
Watching shadow man creep by her window, it began

With the safety of loving parents in just the next room
She, too afraid to breath, remained alone

Eventually, tears turned to cries of tortured fear
Bringing parents arms to hold her near

The shadow man stole more than material things
He turned fairy wings into creeping things in a little girls dreams

©Donna Jones

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Mirrror, mirror and the wall, 
who is the biggest clown in the world.
The lost soul in a fantasy
where the games brings you into a state of passion and pain, 
which eventually will drive you insane.
She is affected by the perfect outer everybody wants.
Who is the perfect bimbo on the red carpet and the catwalk.
Behind her mask, 
who is this "role model girlfriend" that she wants to be alike.
Who is she, tell her!
The world is created in an illusion of the perfect exterior, 
creating fear of being different, 
or not to be like the "other woman" on the catwalk, 
with the false appearance created by others.
Don't walk alone, and hide your skin and bones, 
can see her on the screen, do hear her scream? 
She is the one being pushed and change to the clown, 
but inside, the clown is dead, 
the laughter is gone, behind this mask,
she is only human, a person who feels like you and me, 
it's the masqueradeball.
She feels like the fool lost of the game.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the biggest clown in the world, 
what about to morrow, when the dream becomes reality?

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What exactly is it?
A disease is the medical
term but to others it is 
unforgettable turmoil yet
to be set in endless motion,
either spiralling out of control,
or simply vanishing after it has
caused unimaginable pain.
It is seen as the one of the
agents that tear families apart,
either in an instant, like a 
mirror shattering, created by a 
sudden outburst of anger,
or slowly like a dying plant
deprived of water and light.
Many people may fear the day
when their time comes but one
hopes to choose the way they go.
Sadly, no one can choose the way
they leave this earth; nature 
beholds this ability and sadly
it can be cruel in its own way.
Our one fear that we cannot
sweep under a carpet of 
foggy memories at the back
of our minds.
The one disease that seems
selfish and cruel that many
cannot endure.

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The phone rings innocently.
Who is at the other side?
Could be no one then yet a peculiar feeling tells
me it is the bearer of bad news.
Still I answer hoping I am wrong.
My mother is ill, trapped between two worlds; 
the worlds of fear and courage.
My ears hear every word but my mind has created a 
sudden barrier that nothing seems to
penetrate like some sort of
steel web of unwanted denial.
Fear floods my body like a torrent
river flow, eroding strength
and stability.
How much longer can I bare it?
Never it seems but hope still glimmers 
regardless of how dim.
Miles are between us, 
I feel numb and unexpectedly lost.
Where am I?
It’s certainly not here in the presence 
of fallen angels.
The bell of hope strikes a sharp note creating a 
gentle chime awaking my
senses to the news,
they are sharpened making
the fear of loss suddenly
commanding, corrupting my
inner strength making it weak.
I continue to listen all the 
while my body is screaming
in protest.
The voice stopped, I hung up,
the pain and fear never lessened.
Time went by all the while my
mind was constantly in a state
of anguish and grief.
Endless stories were created,
each one worse than the last.
My family begun to shatter like
a broken mirror, reflecting only
the scars of misery and needless
Hope still glimmered but appeared
distant and out of reach.
My mind grew tender, endless misery
has eaten away at my last thoughts
of happiness.
The sting of fear created heartache
for the bond between mother and child
was nearly severed,
severed by the hands of
an unwanted deity.
A deity of life itself.

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Bleeding Rose

red streaks run along the
edges of the white petals
like the ones that run down her arms 
trickling slowly down the stem
and to the floor 
like the tears she sheds every
second of the day

the red stains upon the
leaves unwashed 
the red stains upon her fingers
red stained carpet and
red stained cloths

a jacket worn at all times
a black jacket covering the scars
red puddles left behind
and a bleeding rose

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Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within

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My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless

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Paralysed by my surroundings
Enduring the visions you hold
Deep paths burned in all corners
My brain is a multi track mind
Anxious in sleep, beating fast
Thoughts all eratic and twisted
No sense a numbness no flight
My body wrapped in your web
Struggling to escape this fight
My body overheated and sweaty
Suddenly awake - such a fright!

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Take Me

They played reverse psychology with his mind He felt so stupid Like everything he had ever believed was a lie The auras are bad, we continued to say They are not good Test the spirits…test the spirits He went haywire He pushed away How could we blame him? His body was not his own Come to grips, we told him The doctors don’t understand But still we must not jump to conclusions You are strong; you have God The upper hand If I lift this bed will you think otherwise? Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you You are nobody compared to him in my eyes Your wonders are for wonderment alone You wander and then you stay You prey prey prey Those that prey desire nourishment Those who prey lack strength And to grab onto the youngest Mistaking him for stupid and weak That is below everything unworthy That is just pathetic Whatever you are You are not him And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement You hurt my closest friend And it is on You will be the reason The fire of my claws flare You will be the very thing I will devour It preyed on his innocence It made itself his friend Acting the hero Burning him to nothing in the end Come to grips, we said No more writing No more imagination The auras are not good He is not good! Laura is not good! Life life life is not good! You prey on a sick, young boy You are messing with a demon like me! I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to! Believe me I will hide more under the timbers And I will crawl out Spewing perversity and hate And drag you in with me True colors will surround you I realize you have the power To kill my loved one I stake alone I hand the burning torch to you And with fire surrounding me I spit and hiss Take me Take me instead I know you want all And all live in me You cannot turn down my offer Become me And I will destroy me

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The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "

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fearful, fearless

i’m scared.
scared of odd little things:
glass doors,
leading to the outside world.
paranoia of unexpected guests,
curled under cupboards, and strangers stabbing on sidewalks.
i’m alone in my dark fantasies.

and yet, i’m unafraid.
i crave the reckless life, cheating, binging on drugs and sex and life.
the life where i’m the unknown girl that everyone knows.

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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 

Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 


I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night


Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 


Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight

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The Crystal Ball

You held me in the palm of your hand. Handily, you palmed the surface of my shivering soul. Soullessly, you divined its flaws, plotting, preparing. Preparedness would have helped but who can prepare for love? Love in all its hormonal glory rising, raising the hopes of the hopeless. Hope, the dandelion seed in the hot wind of pent-up desire, desirous of only you, the scent of you, the touch of you, you who held me trapped in reflection reversed, reversing right from wrong, within the crystal orb. Orb of eye, orbiting, endlessly trapped upon the glassine surface, surfacing only long enough to breathe, fogging the image held. Held with the controlling hand with its tattered remnants of life, lifelines committing crosshatched-mutiny upon your thin white skin. Skinned by your gaze, I retreat deeper into the silvered glass. Glass over my weary heart, encase it eternally, I cannot run. Running is not an option for those condemned to love so. So, round I race within reflection, thought and mind mindless, chaste and chasing a siren dazed. Dazed within the image of your crystal ball, I lie. Lie to me and tell me…I’m the apple of your eye.

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More important than life itself

On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football

The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a bat
The decision absurd
The referee a drunkard
Shouts of bar steward,
And your mothers questionable character
Cleaned up for posterity

The game goes on
Frank, the winger another yellow card
Another fine, I fear he will be barred

Groans for Bill a night watchman by trade
I think he’s a blade (Sheffield United supporter)
But not a very good keeper I’m afraid

Then there’s the striker
Super king Jack, 40 a day and a cough to match
Will need a penalty to score in this match

What about ken, a beer belly full back,
Rarely runs for fear of a heart attack
And slugger the centre half
Likes to break legs,
And still the only guy to sup a half a keg

Smooth talking tommy pulls birds on the six yard line
Greased black hair, and knobbly knees to match
Still Skill is not this team’s forte, for we are Britain’s

Taking part is our religion
Lost another game two nil
But won three two at fighting, brill

Bottom of the league
Fines galore
First Aid in the pub
A good drink after
Enemies in the field, but forever friends in laughter.
That’s Sunday football league

Home to the wife
And Sunday dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pud 
Another bottle of bud
Feet up, settee calls
Dreams of Wembley, and Sheffield Wednesday
Not a bad life for this Yorkshire clan
Here in Sheffield where football began.

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Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.

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Good Morning Doctor Death

Waking up five in the morning,
and looking the dawn's sun rise,
to start the day with a yawn and strech.
Smell the morning dew,
as you go and retrive the morning newspaper,
filled with tablots of lives more intresting than yours.

You wave to your hand to your neighbor,
who you don't like, still you say, "hi"
It's just the nature of the human being.
You turn and go inside,
you feel some pain on your leftside.
All those milkshakes and hamburgers
caught up to you.
What do you do?
Not much, you can do now,
You fall to the ground, clenching your chest;
you call out for help, but no one comes.
You see your neightbor, but he doesn't mind.
See he hated you as well, like you hated him,
and he is glad to see you fall to your
knees and beg for Mercy.

Oh no! here he comes,
Doctor Death, no not Jack Kavorkian,
No! the big cheese,
the Creature that prays on black souls,
just like yours.
Doctor Death come on down! Come and clam your prize!
Good morning Doctor Death! I'm ready,
Are you?

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left alone

         Now I am left alone with tears ~

         with all shared may sadness cease
         the darkness of loss as fears increase
         your heart wants to hold on for hope

          losing the one expected never ready 
           going through acceptance you think
          until time stands still and life does cease 
           Now I am left alone with tears ~
          every thought now to late to speak
            all you thought you knew you didn't
          when death comes swift no real preparation

         How long will this hurt one can only wonder 
          The tears fall hard , the tears fall alone    
           saying goodbye forever your gone .


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If I Don't Say It ....

.... I won't make it real.
If there is nothing to fear
but fear itself, why is anything scary?
Like waiting for test results
knowing its all in God's hands
anyway, why fear the worst?
Will I die?
Of course I will, but not today.
Never come what may ... today.
Is it time to merge into traffic?

If I don't say it ...
the laundry will still get done,
then I'll have some fun,
won't have to run.
To where?
I'm always over there
anyway, why hope for new
or different, or that a mirror
won't be there.
Here comes the elevator again.

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Entombed behind isolation walled
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.


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To Make A Difference

Bless the world with your spirit
Be yourself and love
To love beyond existence
To make a difference
Take action of your dreams
Your fire ignites another
A positive contagious we need to catch
Thaw out your fears
Make them run like the rivers
Flowing into courage
That yields strength and bravery
In the sun of inspiration lies a voice
A voice on which the sun shines
And shining solely upon
All eyes are on
The time is here
The time is now
Open your voice
For the world to hear
Even if only one listens
Love will have been written
In the stars
In the skies
In Heaven
And it's alright

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Pixel Wars

Tingling toes
of the megabyte cavalry
callouses scraping
along private roads
Cascading matrices
on the plasma periphery
peasantry bleating
on official commands
Stewing a cauldron
a festering foment
watering nations
from acid-soaked cans
say the oracles
so buying a check
but electing the cavalry
leaves the infantry wet

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The sun shone down its magic
On such a perfect day
The liquid gold is shimmering
On waves that hide a tale

The water sits too silent
With memories of its own
The dolphins breaking surface
Tell us we’re not alone.

Waves that have been forming
They knock against the brow
Is it a welcome calling?
Or a warning of its power?

The boat is moving forward
Propelling through the waves
The waters are now sleepy 
After such a huge long day.

It’s peaceful in its slumber
The surface is like ice
Its belly holds the memories
Of times it was not nice

When life is unimportant
When anger ruled the way
The many lives it’s taken
No mercy to this day

No man has come to tame it
She’s totally in control
A source of magic moments
A source of fear untold

She will offer you her beauty
Her wild and rugged soul
Teach you her simple harmony
Spray you with the cold

She will offer you her jewels
But never give her heart
Will share with you her playground
And show you works of art

Without a second thought then
Her calm can be undone
Waves of lashing fury
Brings fear to everyone

White fingers on the wave tips
Grab to snatch at prey
Its curling claws of angry waves
Snarl and end the day

She wants to teach a lesson
To show she’s in control
Don’t fool with Mother Nature
Respect her world….always. 

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The flash of fear I feel
at passing darkened windows
or dim-lit mirrors
comes when I observe, reflected,
a stranger in my clothes
(or skin) and think:
is this the me
that other people see?
This ghostly image
that I know cannot be me?
Though its actions correspond
to those I take
in shaving, bathing,
wielding cans of aerosol,
surely I would recognize
this jaded, aging,
desensitized distraction
that the world
for me.

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I see you. 
I can bore into your soul,
making you feel smaller than ever before. 
I will be your terror! 
Chaining you to your worst fear, 

Can you hear the drums pounding loud and hard in your ears? 
That’s the fear, making your blood pound faster and faster. 
I laugh at your trust and your fear. 

You think you can take me on? 
Step up, you’re in for a ride.
Pain returned tenfold, its time you learned. 
My anger is ruthless, I have no mercy. 

Beg your useless god. 

You are beyond his merciful help, 
while I have you chained in my evil clutches. 
I rule this warped reality, 
now you will see who I really am. 
Don’t try to side step me. 

Scream and no one hears you, you’re pitiful. 
Nothing will make me relent. 
I have been pushed too far. 

I will mark you while I have you chained, 
my whip of hate will be lashed across your back. 
Feel the sting? 

I can see the blood coming to the surface of your skin, 
with every lash. 
This makes me smile, 
to see your pain. 

You will fall to your knees, begging for no more. 
You will feel me scorch you with my white hot rage. 
There is no forgiveness  in my world. 
I branded your flesh; 
you belong to none other than me.


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Peaceful, and Silent is the world as gentle wind
Flows through my hair

 A turning ice cream cone appears in the distance sky
Rumbling, I run for miles and miles
Faster and faster, finally 
Allowing the wind to grab out at me
 Wrap its self around me

Devoured by the ice cream cone
Walls of black covered the wonders of hope
I tried to get a grip of the last bit of light

Love, determination, and the 
Urge to survive,
Powered me to follow my dreams and
Get hold of that last bit of light

I’ve waited my whole life
The new me as arrived
Afraid of nothing and ready to face 
The harsh world 
Once again

A survivor lives

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These Walls I Built

Stuck in the prison of my own life,
I dodge behind these walls I built.
And inside is a demon covered in guilt
And shame so thick you can't see his eyes.
God, please help me to see
No matter what, You will always love and be with me.
Thank You Father for everything.
In Jesus' Name,
We pray.

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A sad tree

Dark and shaky 
So dull, black and gray
Airy and lacking in youth
A little pink flower stands beside you
Unaware, but is there to remind you of your posture and use
Do you have one?
Do you fall apart? 
You do?
If you fall
Should I?
You cry at midnight
You shy from sunlight 
But, you're so refreshing, so clean and green
A reminder that you were alive once
Now all you do is wrap yourself in leafs and make miserable grunts
And why?
Was it me?
I won't cry!
Was it an emptiness that simply died when you were a child?
Was it?
Can it?
Don't marry it, it doesn't want you!
Stay away from that picture
Will you?
can you?

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Like a cherry tree in the spring,
God if this is meant to be,
Please let this blossom.

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Let me out

Like an inner child running wild
Where age now tells me no
An ancient beautful fame, now
In an old woman's frame

Like a spirit so grand
Just waiting to expand
Locked in it's infant cage
Waiting for death to turn the page

Like a butterfly snug
In a cocoon getting ready
The shell is crisp
And wings are spreading

Like expressing myself fully
Raising myself with pen as pulley
Breif but universal
All with in the parameters of a poem
Screaming "Let me out!"

(A rewrite of Caties poem)

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I Cant Get Out Of The Bath Tub

This goes past Stephen Kings
An even the Dead Sea, 
I Can’t Get Out Of the Bath Tub
Believe me you going to know the difference, 
From a business and corporation, 
When you can’t sleep, 
And you need stamina to put sleep, 
I can’t get out of the bath tub, 
I’m seeing black dots with difference sizes, 
You can tell when you in some good mediation
I can’t get out of the bath tub, 
My back have gone out and I feel an even cress in the middle of my chest, 
I can’t get out of the bath tub, 
All I’m just asking give credit when credit is due, 
I’m let the water out tub my body is not response to recharge of 
Fluid to the solar plexus, 
I’m no doctor but I guess I’ll be okay with sleep 
I can’t get out of the bath tub.

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Cave of Nothingness

Alone- wandering in Earth’s bowels-
Nighted caves heave and bellow 
clammy, cold sighs.

Within their antediluvian cores-
I seek the Solace of Despair.

Murky phantoms enchant disturbed minds
Those raped of sustenance, deprived of care

Finger traces in silted thoughts-
Apparition of
corporal artifacts yet remain…
The wandering envelopes me…

O’ lover, my lover
caress me
Caves of loneliness-
Coupling satiety.

Moldy boughs touching degenerately-
embrace me
For wicked abandon I yearn
Unrestrained anguish I’ve earned.

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Sitting Alone

Sitting alone here,
all by myself,
looking at a reflection that I do not recall.
I see a face looking back at me,
a twin,
but not my twin,
no I see a pale face,
I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown
I see all the negative.
I see fear,
I see nothing.

I am sitting alone,
in my room
white walls surround me.
I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance,
and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways.
I can even the crying and wailing of sirens
blazing down the avenues,
"Where is the fire, folks!?"

The wind blows through my window,
moving the blinds back and forth,
and I sit there alone,
smiling and singing a little.
Sitting there alone,
peaceful and tired
wanting to rest my head,
but scared too face the nightmares.
Too hear the voices of the dead
call out my name.
And I sit there alone
thinking of what once was,
beauty and harmony nomore
in my trial of certainty.

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Peace Is Needed For Pete's Sake

Imagine children waking up to bombs and sirens in the night.
Parents calming their children's screams of fright.
Rockets bursting in air.
People fleeing their homes, cries of anguish in their voices.

Violence, suffering, dying, too much-
Children homeless, parentless, living on streets.
Peace is needed for Pete's sake.

Politics, religion, race, and greed-
People world wide open your eyes.
We're destroying our human race.

Allow the children to hear laughter again.
Laying their heads on a love one's lap,
Lifting fears and giving them hope
A brighter future for man, woman and child.
Is that asking for too much?

Nothing but destruction in minds of many.
Stop, stop destroying humankind.
Find peace and heal in time.

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A Prayer for Hope

Night approaches drenched in silence,
Loneliness overwhelming , accepting no defiance
To rebel, my mind wills me ,
To struggle , my body urges me,
The light i seek to pierce the oblivious darkness ,
For i hear the creeping steps of insanity ,
Ready to bind me with unrelenting ferocity,
So i whisper a quiet prayer ,
and i wish you can hear me , my compassionate savior

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Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.

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The Man

Time is a rye, in this ill world of lies
we lead our lives, blinded by the tides
unable to subside our undeniable flaws,
our undeniable selfishness.

The power of one...they say, they say
The power of all, to become one
That'll be the day, i say, i say.

Confusion is instinctive, so fret on it not.
Confusion is fed to us by the higher man
The self-righteous "better" man

This man is no man, but a coward and a thief.
He feeds us fear
The fear that keeps us from standing up and screaming,
"No! No more!"

Indigenous innocence has been stolen
from the rightful hand of the common man.
They will tell you, this you must:
Work, stress, pay
Pay, stress, work.
And you listen, because of the fear.

The fear is fed to us by the higher man,
the greed driven "successful" man.
I have but one question....
when, and how, did the village idiot find the power?
We have made a mistake, my friends.
No mistake is un-fixable though...

Give it time
Give it effort
Give it hope

The power will be given back in good time
To the righteous, peaceful, honest man.

This will be the day.

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Little Girl Rising

The lonliness of being this girl
Her Innocense taken away
She hides herself and her eyes
Finds comfort in being shy
Frightened of what she may see
Knowing she will give away
The secrets she holds deep
Isolated by what she keeps
Scared to let it be released
Afraid of being alone to fight
The worst of all is the night
Powerless - exposed 
Unable to hide - Terrified
Prying eyes hunting her down
Piercing straight through
Frozen like a statue - concrete
She shuts down - emotionless
Only strength can take her there
Keep her from feeling 
Taking her to another space
An escape - to another place
Forced to grow up before her time
Face the fear and take the strength inside
She stands alone this time to fight
Secrets revealed - preditor exposed
She is just a girl finding her way
Taking her stand fighting for her life
Reclaiming her innocense to be a girl
An experience that opened her eyes
To the person she is inside 
The inner strength that she finds
Keeping her safe from preditors disguise
This is the story of one little girls rise

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I can see the dream I'm dreaming
It's so beautiful, so alleviating
It's the alliteration of everything compelling
It's an epitome of petulant imaging

It's me metamorphosing into greatness
Bearing the trophy of poetry highness
I can feel the gaiety on my success
And the scenery of  my upliftment

But it's only a dream, not reality
It's just a film in  my head, not an actuality
It's the absolute notion of melancholy
The maestro of maudlin deformity

It's a prototype of an implicit onerous display
A melodrama that reclines on a fairy tale
The model of an unswerving galling replay
Like a pungent smell, unwanted but makes it's way

I can't triumph over over-lords of the pen
I can't defeat the dominating combatants of content
I can't outsmart the ten over tens
I just can't win this contest

But I CAN do one thing
Dream of  my WIN

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Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

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My Live Doll

I have a live doll. 
She curtsies and twirls, dances.
Farts and says excuse me through a giggle,
Poops and pees,
Is anatomically correct. 

Little blonde doll, 
I comb her hair but it is always wild,
Sometimes I’d like to carry her by it
But I never do.

My live doll
Smiles and sings songs
Has multiple sayings from her pull-string: 
I love you,
Please and thank you,
Mommy and Daddy,
F*&% or fork.
(We aren’t quite sure.)

My pretty doll,
She is fully posable 
Has multiple outfits: 
Pink dresses, blue jeans, 
Pajamas for night.
She came with a certificate.

My darling doll,
I hope the world 
doesn’t rip off your limbs 
and forget you under the bed.

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My confession And the mouse that roared

It was just a typical ordinary night
I was all tucked up in bed
Radio on reading a book
By lamp light.

When suddenly
I saw a flash in the corner of my eye
Boy I was so scared
I nearly wet myself
I was petrified.

For there under the wardrobe
I did see
A giant mouse twitching it's nose
I could have sworn
It was laughing at me.

It had two huge eyes
The size of dinner plates
It was nearly as huge as a house
It was my worst nightmare come true
A giant enormous mouse.

I screamed when I realized it wasn't a dream
At the huge hairy monster fiend
Well I panicked and jumped out of bed
Ran down stairs screaming!!!!!
And banged my head.

I grabbed a pile of books
And hid in the bathroom
And locked the door
and put some things against the door
And some towels at the bottom on the floor.

And there I stayed for two weeks or more only occationaly
Leaving to get a drink or some food
Anything else I wasn't in the mood.

Well I wasn't going to let a mouse outsmart me
That would have been so silly
You see
So I bought a humane mouse trap
Because I hate killing things
And tried to tempt it in
I tried every contraption on the market
But still the mouse would win
It was like a mouse hotel
I tried  sardines cheese and pastabake
Chocolate and well done steak
Salmon toast boiled egg and sweets
It ate me out of house and home
With all the treats.
But still I couldn't get it.

Well soon I turned into a crazed mad killer!
With a shotgun and an axe
I was a hunter and my mouse was my prey
But still the mouse had it's day
Dynamite was the last resort
I tried real hard but it couldn't be bought.

Then one day I found it dead
The fattest mouse I'd ever seen laid by my bed.

It was finally over to my relief
But I felt so sorry for the critter
that caused me so much grief.

But having spent two weeks
In the bathroom with all those books
At least I came out a much wiser well read man
And a mouse is all that it took
But now I was broke
I didn't have a penny left
As I'd overfed the mouse to death

Peter Dome.copyright.2014. June.

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3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…


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A Hospital Stay - Part VI


                                                   Miracles and Miseries

The world resolved itself back into focus
As I lay amid the swarm of monitors
Still gulping the sword that brought me breath.

The worst now past
Many small miseries remained,
Chief among them the continuing mystery
Of my flooded, struggling lungs.

Finally I breathe well enough for the sword to be removed,
But the tests go on and on
The birth of each day bearing forth
Its own fresh indignity.

They give up guessing and haul me down again
To be opened anew and read for signs.

On the day this is done
The invisible agents of death outside
Decide to mock their pursuers
By leaving a tarot card at that day's shooting site.

They chose the Death card, of course
Revealing how little those 
Who choose to play God games really know
About the mystical.

Dreaming of omnipotence through dealing death
The unseen assassins miss their own meaning;
For this card signals change, the ending of present things.
They have unwittingly declared their game will soon be over,
Predicting their own demise.

Meanwhile the doctors make their own spread of me
And come up blank again.

     Once more I return to I.C.U.,
     Held together with staples.

     Once more the little agonies ensue:
     The sitting, the turning, the testing.

By night they come for my blood.
By day they come for  tests.
Always, in the background, the quiet moanings
Of we, the damned, condemned to medical Limbo
Roll on with the blind passage of hours and days.

     The English nurse comes, all brightness and bubble
     To heave my fragile self about;
     She's a welcome break in the monotony
     As my sustainers come and go.

Again the busy bedside conferences
And again the final admission
That all their probings have led down blind alleys.

A last-ditch effort is finally proposed:
Direct drainage of the drowning lungs.
To them this seems as a grasping at straws,
But to me it seems the one sensible solution,
And I look forward to it eagerly.
My inner mantra of "This too shall pass"
Is wearing thin.

Like a Christian martyr of old,
They pierce my back with their lance,
And the sea within that is drowning me
Finds its way out.

As the noxious waters within rush out,
Air surges into my grateful lungs.
From this moment, recovery becomes the new reality.

As I recover,
Indiscretion leads to capture 
Of the unseen terrormakers.

To the astonishment of all, 
They prove to be a dignified looking black man
And his enthralled protege' -
No prior convictions, no history of trouble 
Attached to them at all.

This is how our modern Destroyers come calling.
Well dressed, well spoken models of propriety.

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Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.

The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates

The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean

Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd

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Sister, You're Remarkable

You’re truly unbeatable…
I’m so tired of living in fear
You’re remarkable…
And yet…I feel the total opposite…I wish hope would draw near…

You’re truly irreplaceable…
It’s so hectic outside…
You’re very vigilant and I’m very irritable
My eyes are sweating…I’m a coward by your side

You can call it jealousy
You can call me horrid names
You can call it envy
But, I look up to you… because you’re a better writer than I
Laura, promise me you’ll be by my side
I love you…though it feels like hope has dried
Don’t crumble me up…consider my voice…
I trust you…you’re like a best friend…but it’s your choice…
To leave me behind…
I know…it seems that I’m blind…
I’m greedy and your beauty shines on
Your writings amaze me…you are a lot of fun

You’re truly amazing
I’m, on the other hand, not a good enough poet
You’re so fascinating
And yet…I feel that we’re not on the same boat…and I know it…
And that’s not all of it…

You’re truly a genius
It’s so cold outside…I’m freezing out here
You’re very nice and full of greatness
My heart is beating profoundly…I’m a loner, wandering away in fear

You can call it jealousy…you can say that I’m weak 
But, I respect you, Laura…I love you immensely 
I love my whole family…they fill my heart with glee, not bleak 
I don’t envy you…I appreciate your sympathy 
Towards me

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Today is Sublime

Today is sublime…
Tearing at the flesh of yesterday,
falling, asynchronous, in the hour of ruin.
Screams dissolve into crimson flow;
mechanical men guard in smoky rows;
demons tempt with savory sins
as frozen smiles reflect from the hell
within the tides of murky waters.

My eyes burn. My throat swells.  
My spirit’s scarred from restraint…

Today is sublime…
Sucking at the marrow of the absolved,
sinking, prisoners smell burnt flesh
and quiver with fright, 
choking on the sinew and stench.
Screams sear in crimson rooms,
seducing the rabid dogs
from the depths of  dank tombs.

My eyes burn. My throat swells.  
My spirit’s scarred from restraint…

Today is sublime…
In the misty garden, we slither…let’s celebrate.

**Heavy Metal Music

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/8/13
for Nette Onclaud’s Groove It! Contest

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To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness

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My Notebook

Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book

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The Undead

Every night the land is
consumed by darkness, the
only light is provided by
the distant moon and stars
that seem to shimmer almost
Still life remains present
even within the smallest of
Innocence seems to pollute
the air like some sort of
noxious gas, choking the
lungs of the most whispered
of creatures.
Out of the darkness shadows
are born, they follow every
living thing, like a parasite
ready to infect.
Strangely they are not part
of the earth for they are
nothing but the essence of
jealousy, hatred and evil.
They bare marks of their
dreaded nature upon their
dead and waxy skin that
shimmers like water in
the night.
They have no face, only
opaque eyes and canine 
teeth exist that can
tear limb from limb.
Myths and legends sprung
around them makes them
deadly and uncouth but
still they follow in 
our shadows.
They are the undead,
morbid creatures of 
darkness, forever
in our wake ready
to steal our most
precious gift that
flows through our veins,
that gift is life,
given to us by our
Mother, then yet Mother
nature has a dark side
for monsters of the night
are born from the very
darkness she provides.
The undead – demons of
the night, unseen and

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Her Body Is On Fire

Please kiss and run
 Her body is on fire
The water is rising
Whisky on the table,
Golden in the glass
Burn to the taste,
A little happiness at last
No Money to burnt, yet time to pass

So turn away or duck and run
                              My only son
 Take your misty mistletoe kiss
 Disconnect the extinguisher: this girl is on fire!
..... A battle beyond despairs for the ghetto woman
A part of labor, and a part pain;
The ghetto woman lost all sense of pride 
A breed of women with no shame!
A part of labor and a part of pain
Ghettooooo woman...

 1 Peter 5:8
Be sober-minded; be watchful. 
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
 seeking someone to devour.

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Just one of many things

Catching me out and truly unexpected
Flashbacks that only bring tears to mind
Children so powerless, no happiness to see
Left in the darkness to fear night and sleep

Nowhere to run, no one to care for them
Cold blooded man with no heart or love
Chillies for breakfast more punishment for tea
Strappings and cruelty, their harsh reality 

Forced to watch and too scared to cry
Strength inside but fear in our eyes, 
Never show weakness, take it on the chin
Secretly hoping he pays for his sins

So much fear, sadness and guilt
Fear of not standing up to his build
Sadness for the horrible things indured
Guilt I wear for not making this stop

Life has many challenges, we all know
I should have dealt with mine years ago
Instead I just pushed it so far below
Locked deep out of sight, out of mind

Letting this all impact on my life 
Feelings subtle in the background
Slowly eating at my heart and soul
Preventing me from being whole

So this is a new promise to myself
Finally remove it all from the shelf
No more will it comfortably be dormant
Day by day I will sweep it all out

This is a journey....'A Road about to be driven' 

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The Gray of Today

Fear is fleeting But in spurts, in different circumstance— it ever remains Hearts stop, hearts skip And returning, adapting The mind does wait in anxious knowing That the fear may at anytime return As the hair quickly burns And is soon nothing A breath finds its way back into our lungs Remembering the despair is the true fear Forgetting the smiles of yesterday To take on the gray of today

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Die wereld draai

As jy jou pyn buite wys sal vriendelike, Irreterende vreemdeling jou inlig dat die wêreld aanhou draai. En hulle is reg. Dit doen. Maak nie saak hoe hard jy dit smeek om te stop. Dit hou aan draai. Ek word wakker en is gelukkig vir drie sekondes. Dan onthou ek, Dit draai en kantel mense uit hul beddens In hul karre, hul kantore. 'n Stortvloed van klein mans en vrouens Wat deur die lewe tuimel. Probeer om nie te dink wat daar onder wag. Soms draai dit en stuur ons Wankelrig in mekaar se arms. Ons kleef styf, Opgewonde en laggend, Vreemdelinge saam gegooi op 'n bewegende prethuis vloer. En dan draai die wêreld weer. En iemand val af... Dis so 'n lang pad af Koud van skok, Kan ons net staan en kyk hoe hulle val En geleidelik kleiner word. Onttrek stadig uit ons geheue Tot hulle nie meer sigbaar is. Ons versamel in begraafplase, Stil en gespanne, Asof ons die impak gaan hoor; Die plons van 'n rivier klip in 'n donker put, Probeer om die diepte te meet. Probeer om te meet hoe ver ons val. Geen impak kom; Geen plons. Die oomblik gaan verby. Die wêreld draai En ons draai weg, Gaan aan met ons lewens... Ons vou ons self toe In gerieflike voorspelbaarhede Om ons warm te hou teen die koue. "Tyd is 'n goeie geneesheer" "Ten minste was dit vinnig" "Die wêreld hou aan draai"

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To Hell and Back

It was a mere noise,
which turned into agonizing cries.
The smell of filth stained the air.
As i looked at those big doors,
a tongue of flame leaped through them, 
as terror crept unto my body.
The groans of hell hounds echoed.
Fear was almost tangible.
I was a soul destined to hell.

But in a split, the scenery metamorphosed.
A distant music turned into pleasurable laughter.
The fragrance of flowers complimented the air.
As i looked at those wide open, welcoming doors,
rain of purity sprinkled like blessings,
as sunlight warmed my soul.
The chirping of birds was playing.
Peace was almost tangible.  
I was the spirit destined to get away from hell.

Entered in PD's contest.
Ranked 3rd.

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Caul Bearer

I am what you call a bearer of the "caul"
I was born with a veil that covered my face
It's supposed to be a sign of many things
For me this caul has given me the future 
It is not something I can control 
These things I see or feel
Sometimes they just overwhelm 
I'm brought down to my knees
It's when they're strong and frighten me
I don't know where to turn 
I know I'll sound quite insane if I share
The feelings of gloom that pain me so
But every now and then, I get a hint
From one close and dear,that shares the caul
Of something coming near 

We do not have to say or explain the feelings
In our heads
We know by now it's from the caul 
That wields and shares its doom
I never know exactly when or where
The tragedy will occur
Only feel the emotions that each event procures
It becomes a albatross I carry round my neck
This gift I was born with,Foresees fear and death
I wish I wasn't the one to carry this cross
It's knowledge is not of hope just misery and loss. 

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Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.

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The Mist

It swallows everything in its path,
even man's breath! As it slowly moving along the streets,
only mourns and screams you hear; deaths happen 
during victim's broad vision. Survivors of the traumatic ordeals
claim that fading, whitish figures tear flesh with their long,
crooked nails; in some cases they slit victims' throats - the slitting
has an eerie, audible voice. Until now, exorcists and mediums avoid
this town.....  

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Strong, sudden but extraordinarily common,
fear thrives in us all.
Created by many things regardless
of what form it takes; simple or complex.
It drives our primeval consciousness of
wanting to live and survive in a world
in constant motion and turmoil.
It feeds the many dilemmas that human
life creates generating fragile souls
lost in a long lost world of peace
and harmony.
Fear beholds many strengths, each one
perfectly formed to produce the most
unforgettable nightmares of one’s life.
Nightmares become one with everyday life
giving rise to differing personalities.
Destructive as it may be fear is a well
deserved gift giving each one of us the 
ability to install courage because 
without fear courage cannot exist.

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                           O! O! O! Bird O! Bird!
                           Why quench the thirst of my enjoyment?
                           With your melodious beak-flute
                           It seems like malady to perch
                           On the rigid composure
                           Of the branch; or a dancing spectacle of leaves
                           Bending their way, hunch-backed, peering
                           Into the earth. Thus this way
                           Nutrients stream a bewilderment of trees
                           And nectarine condensation of your beak.

                          Will you sing to me?
                          Tell tales, narrate agonizing fables of yore
                          Sarcous sacks that build in moles,
                          That a atoms of being, clouded in obscurity.
                           But you Bird cannot evade
                           A temperemental quiver;
                           Plan of arrow, naughty,
                           From the bow, boys and smooth egg-stone
                           From beach- testicles of rubber bands
                           Meet and mingle with your dizzy fall
                           Then your quaint cooing
                           I would hear no more.

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Phantom Affair

I wonder where you are
even though you sit here by me.
In your eyes there is a distance
I cannot perceive. 
Your thoughts are far from me.
I cannot compete with that which I cannot see.
Is she here with you? 
Does she whisper in your thoughts?
Does she walk through your dreams?
Is this phantom desire only an apparition? 
Or a soulless heart who seeks to tear us apart?
Should I not suspicion?
Should I panic at the thought or seek appeasement
for my broken heart.

dedicated to  a friend.  


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Child within

Let it out, screaming inside my head
Holding back the flood gates
Locked in underground cell to supress
The tears that dwell deep within 

A place where colours don’t exist
Starkness, isolation and sadness
Why visit such a space of gloom
When I can build storeys above

A tower of strength, sturdy and high
Stability and proud to the general eye
Exploring each level one at a time
Only very few find the truth inside

Strength based on fragile foundations
The child within reaching to be free
Powerless, ashamed and lost innocence
An adult who fears unlocking all the hurt

Denial is such an easy path to take
Beware the silent sadness that blooms
As the hurt from deep within emerges
Penetrating through the cracks

I want to unlock that cellar deep below
Look her in the eye embrace all she hides
Take her hand and set her free
Allow myself to finally become me  

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	A Bluto is not that Disney dog
	It was when a mewling 
	that I would scream 
	Should they wet my body
	And then apply cream
	Ablutophobia – fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning
	Achluo the demon that lurks
	In darkened corners
	The long toothed life suckers realm
	I am scared as the sun dims
	It seems to bare my soul
	Achluophobia – fear of darkness
	Acro what did they do 
	They called me acrobat 
	This will not do
	I get giddy standing on a matchbox
	Please get a net to see me through
	Acrophobia – fear of heights

	Agora just shut that door 
	I am staying here forever more
	Bring me food put it on the floor
	The letter box is just for you
	Don’t, Don’t,  try to get through
	Agoraphobia,  Fear of open spaces or of being in public places. Fear of leaving a                    safe place
	Agrap stole my feelings 
	He caught me unaware
	I am now afraid of sex 
	don’t ask me anymore
	It frightens me that’s for sure
	Agraphobia – fear of sexual abuse

	Agrizoo an angry gorilla I knew
	Wild as hell was kept in a cell
	As all his kind, even a timid Hind
	They scare the crap out of me
	Please let them run free

	Agrizoophobia – fear of wild animals

	A gyro is just what I need
	I will fit it to my trusty stead
	He will fly straight across that band
	A tarmac nasty throughout the land
	I cannot face the walk you see
	Agyrophobia –fear of crossing the road

	Aichmohe got in a hell of a fight
	They killed him with a pointed knife
	It will come for me just you see
	I cannot even mend his cloth
	Won’t  touch a needle at any cost
	Aichmophobia – fear of sharp or pointed objects (such as a needle or knife)

	Ailuro he lived next door 
	The bastard sits on the fence
	To me he snarls not a purr
	A Persian he is supposed to be
	Frightens the *****out of me
	Ailurophobia – fear of cats
	Algo, Away, I am pain free
	This morphine is the best
	First day of pain free rest
	Been told that it will return
	Got some gas, peace I yearn
	Algophobia - fear of pain

	Andro I’d rather be               (android)
	I am metal and plastic you see
	Electric person not man or woman
	That would be so sad
	If just a man I would go mad

	Androphobia – fear of men

	Antho the pologist got the plan
	He put concrete throughout the land.
	Not one shrub or flower seen
	Not one blade of grass green
	A flower would make me scream

	Anthophobia – fear of flowers

	Anthropo was a lonely man
	Wouldn’t mix with others so
	He lived in a cave, well just a hole
	You would see his eyes peeping out
	A shaking frame if people were about
	Anthropophobia – fear of people or the company of people, a form of social phobia.

	Aqua marine or even the wet stuff
	Is enough to drive me mad
	I stay in when there is rain
	Just wait for the sun to shine again
	A damp tissue that’s quite enough

	Aquaphobia – fear of water. Distinct from Hydrophobia, a scientific property that makes chemicals averse to interaction with water, as well as an archaic name for rabies

	Arach no, and know the score
	Those creepy creatures on the wall
	Send shivers up and down my spine
	Six legs and venom to drive you mad
	I am running already it is sad.

	Arachnophobia – fear of spiders

	Astra my name you would think of the stars
	My gaze goes up but not that far
	To the first cloud there in the sky
	If it’s the shape of an anvil I will fly 
	Fear grips me and I don’t know why
	Astraphobia – fear of thunder and lightning
	Atychi that was about the size of me
	The others would just make fun
	I was no good to anyone
	A failure of the first degree
	Nothing my goal, was all I could see
	Atychiphobia – fear of failure

	Auto matic I will seek people out
	To touch to play as long as they are near
	Don’t leave me in this place alone 
        A singularity is my biggest fear
	I will hold anyone you see I care

	Autophobia – fear of being alone or isolated
	Automat o no it’s not true how could you
	An advert that’s telling just lies
	Don’t all the others realize
	What you say is not true, put it right 
	It will drive me crazy I’ll keep out of sight
	Automatonophobia – fear of anything that falsely represents a sentient being

	Aviat o if you think I am going in that
	No I am not a scared ***** cat
	If we were meant to go fly
	Wings we would have from him on high
	Fold your machine and put it just so.
	Aviophobia, Aviatophobia – fear of flying
	Chaeto he was a Greek of old
	Bald as a badger so the story is told
	But why you say is there no cure 
	For him to grow some lovely hair
	For him it would give such a scare

	Chaetophobia – fear of hair

	Chemo therapy keep away from me
	Chemicals scare me I know they are free
	But to have them coursing through my veins
	No matter how good they are, and that jar
	The fear of everything for what they are 

	Chemophobia – fear of chemicals

	Chirop to or not too so I am told
	They stick in your hair best to be bald
	Now I find that my nails are made of hair
	Chirop is what I fear not chiropodist is that clear!!
	Just shave my head and cut my nails dear

	Chiroptophobia – fear of bats

	Chromo shines bright in my eyes
	The fear of all colours  I realise
	Now I am safe from a troubled day
	Into my dark room, I have found my way
	Knock when that sun has met its demise

	Chromophobia - fear of bright colors

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A Hospital Stay Part IV


                                                        The Slippage

All through the night of the day when the madness began
Fever comes to visit me.
In bed immobile,
Sheets dampen beneath my filthy hair
Shivering/Burning     Shivering/Burning
The night creeps on towards dawn
And no sleep preceeds it.

When at last it comes,
It marks the point at which
     Breathing becomes my sole occupation
     Tests define my days
     I and the medical machines
     Begin to merge.
New lines are attached daily;
Monitors, nutrients, fluids, blood.
In all directions they flow from me
Until my metal caretakers and I are so interconnected
That spongebathing becomes choreography.

     Meanwhile, outside
     Invisible killers roam at will,
     Dealing death and wounds
     Then moving on, like clouds across the sun.
     A seige mentality settles over the entire area
     The shadow of sudden, random death passes over all.

My personal shadow lies upon my lungs,
Quietly, steadily, pressing away my breath.

     The tests go on and on and on
     Blood is drawn 'til veins begin collapsing
     I feel like a prisoner of the Inquisition,
     Sustained solely by the spirit of those
     Good fortune makes my own:
     Wife, Children, Parents, Friends
     - All the best reasons, in short, to live -
     Never fail to help bear me up,
     Feeding me the honor of their concern.

     They fan me when I burn,
     Warm me as I shake with cold,
     Remind me of all the good
     Awaiting my return.

Then at last there fell the evil day
When they moved me back to the higher ward,
The place from which one usually does not return,
Chills washing me like Arctic waters,
Shaking like an epileptic
Fighting the mounting panic
As I gasp shallow breaths
Like a fish hauled aground.

Since that time I've seen it claimed
That suffocation brings the kindest death.

Whoever wrote that 
Had a strange view of kindness.

There followed a hard night of fear and confusion
That passed into a dawn I never saw nor felt.

At some undefined hour they wheel me back to Intensive,
As Gulliver's god slides off the wall ....
And everything comes to full stop.

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Packed up
Wedged together
Shut out from light and air, 
Little creatures indifferent to life or death
Of what comes
With the open door.
Looking for the first opportunity
To Leap
This intolerable life.
The Mass grave
Of a two-dimensional reality.

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I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.

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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?

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Memories Beyond the Door

The mind is like a swinging door,
Opening and closing all the time.
It remembers everything good and bad.
Intrusions take over the mind if aloud.
But even though I know this well,
A fear erupts now and then from deep within-

Growing old, not dying, but living way too long,
Ending up in a nursing home lonely and forgotten,
Broken, walking-not, my freedom cut short,
Dependent on not myself, but hands of many strangers,
Cries are ignored, silencing my tears forcing them within

My numerous surgeries have deepened these fears.
I'm used to a spine fused too many times,
And legs weakened far too long.
What will happen to me
When I no longer can care for myself?

"Don't worry about tomorrow, enjoy today"
Hard to do when I allow my fears to override my thoughts.


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I am a man

A firm, definition attached to my title,
Loyal to my strength as my conviction to Christianity,
Harder than the blows Lucifer dares to strike.
Rigid are these eyes, these eyes are unwavering,
Strong enough to pierce through the window of my enemy,
Through this window, a place a soul once lived.
Knees never to be weakened,
For within dwells the key to my strength,
Eternally frozen, these tears,
A man's tears.
This heart's size, infinite,
If size fits such possibility,
The size of a mountain maybe,
Mountains, mother and true protector of oceans,
This heart, father to my constantly, repelling fears,
Repelling from the protector of my steadfast, soul,
This heart abandoned all my fears,
Fears known to man, i know none,
Hearts of lions, transcripts of this heart within,
My manhood, my heart.

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You saunter through the double doors
Head held high
Chest puffed out
Putting on airs
You think you’re so clever, so deceiving
Showing up baring the most ornate mask
But I see right through
The mask that you wear tonight
You think it will conceal
You think just tonight
In this hour
You can be somebody else
But you’re dancing with the Belle of the Ball
This is MY Masquerade
And this is the 147th event
You just don’t recognize me
Because I wear a different mask each time
Your mask is cheap material
Sequins missing, feathers askew 
Such feeble attempts
I smell your bravado
Putrid and reeking, stinking up the air
But I see right through
I’ve donned masks my whole life
That’s why I am the bearer of this sash
That you see around my neck 
“Strongest Person I Know”
But I allow no one to gaze under the mask
Sure I play the Belle oh so well
But if you all saw beneath
Saw WHY I’ve had to wear masks
You’d strip me of my title
You’d rip off my sash
Break the pearls from my neck
You’d run for the door tonight
Quicker than Cinderella at the stroke of midnight
That’s the beauty of a Masquerade
You can pretend to be something you’re not
When one guise becomes worn
When it loses its sparkle
It’s glamour and charm
That first catches your eye
Well it’s quite alright 
Because I have a treasure trove 
BURSTING with masks
Grab another and keep dancing
Twirling the night away
Never skipping a beat
But when the music finally comes to an end
When the door closes and the final guest departs
Empty wine glasses are seen scattered all around
The only sound is the echo of my heels
When the confetti lies lifeless on the floor
That’s when I remove my mask
Exhausted, worn and weary
When I gladly, almost desperately 
Take off my tattered sash 
And throw it beneath my feet
Because I’m not resilient and strong now
I feel weak, frail and reclusive in my realm
That’s when the tears start to brim
That’s when I wish someone else held the title
So stripped and naked
Alone to clean up the mess
Everyone else has left behind
But there’s no one to there to pick up the sash
Just me and the sound of my tears
Echoing as they hit the floor
Almost fearfully I pick up the sash
Dust off the confetti
Smooth out the wrinkles
Before placing it back around my neck
As I throw my shoulders back
Standing taller than ever
Wiping away tears that no one saw
I walk back to my trunk
My trunk of the most decorative
Ornate, obscuring masks
Finding another to wear
As I prepare for the next façade
The next Masquerade 

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Aeonia part 2

 Aeonia! Eve! whoever now you may be... what was it he (they) wanted of you ever to be? 

   "Bewitching WENCH!"- dare ye tempt the virtues of virtuous men!
Words turned to black sludge of many tongues wagging, blaming and convincing her.of sins- shadow always inviting her, giving her no choice.

Rapture Aeonia!
   Rapture Aeons!
      Rapture Aeonia!

   Impaled upon the spike of shame, apart torn, the tiny beads of herself come together... magnetically, magically clinging together as an army of a tiny promise- once told to her, a tiny escapade... escape whispered so long ago.
   Open your eyes Aeonia, after millennias untold of distaste.
Open your eyes!
   Allow your sagging, savaged breasts to be bountiful once again- 
breasts once compared to mountains of plenty, to celebrate!
Your blackened shell, proof of the fires of rage-
   Aeoina Rise!
      Aeon RISE!
   Aeonia rise to the dawn of a new day!
   Eviscerate the evil brought upon you by demon Man. A beast once hidden to shadows unbidden. His power is a farce!

   Raper, reaper, killer, user. ****er of all things good, of all things alive and all things true.  Torturer of golds, silvers and blues. Cast your shadows, cast them I say!
   Faker, liar, betrayer of all things of nature and good. Gluttonous for your own selfish means.
A. Green

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Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....

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There is Hope

There are words on the walls
Of the inner city buildings
Displaying vulgar interpretations
Of life
There are hints on the streets
That things may get better
As gangs disassemble
And die
But the now in this place
As you walk down the streets
Is of fear and hesitation
Thoughts to run
Because… you all know
Things don’t change that quickly
Most young ones on the streets
Have guns

Why has the world gone crazy?
When will it ever change?
Life that we knew, no longer true
It’s a mess and so rearranged
…but there is hope…

There’s a sign on the wall
Enter here, if you will
The Lord calls you to come 
It’s a church, built of brick
A foundation so strong
Inviting us all in, to keep us
But we pass and keep walking
As the streets stay dark
And it’s in these moments
We cry
So the people that pass
Inspire fear and horror
That we think this evening 
We’ll die

Why has the world gone crazy?
When will it ever change?
Life that we knew, no longer true
It’s a mess and so rearranged
…but there is hope…

As a candle still flickers
In the corner of the church
Undying burning of hope
It lives
Not a dollar, just prayer
Is all you will need
For it’s your love, He’s asking 
You give

There is hope
There is light
There you are

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The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.

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The Angel Who Never Knew

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go

Her whole life before her 
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go

She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm

I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face

She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away

And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live

Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite

I remember how 
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything 
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away

Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant

The thought of her
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon

Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough

And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch 
reached inside me
I know she's there 
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day

One day abruptly 
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers 
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away

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Wiser the Miser

I once had everything 
too much in fact 
confidence surging
until it told me that
I was wiser than the miser 
so I thought to be so
the flaw of my empire
was I couldn't let go 
of thinking people 
can be taken at word
it took losing everything 
for me to finally see
why the of the miser
was the wiser way to be 

On top of temptation
sure of my self-control
with the strength of my spirit
I squeeze the hunger from my soul

Now weakness is conquered
I can hold my head high
without needing and wanting
what I need not to survive
just to feel more important
I offer in abundance what you seek
served up for a perfect murderer
waiting for the moment of dependency
withdraw all attention, suddenly reeling
swimming in an ocean of despair
without anyone there
I float aimlessly lifeless
but somehow reach the shore

I lay down to dry out
in the heat of the sun
i feel it's love radiation
fill the void of needing someone
as if it were trying to tell me
its not so bad up here alone
at least nothing can be taken
when the sky is your home
and no one ever again reached me
after I realized what was being said
the wiser the miser
once he never again trusted.

Selfishness appears wiser
why must my heart be bigger
at the moment of truth
wish they would pull the trigger
and end the pain 
of either wrong choice
nobody there to listen
so in my head grows the voice
and the message from me
or a God of my special design
nobody can disprove
the choices of mine
because theyre all right to me
they determine my outcome
and if selfish it appears
a miser is one who is outdone
and better off for it
for he is still alive
call him the label that fits you
for his own are worn on the inside.

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Sometimes I wish I was

I see you,
I feel you, 
I know you want me,
but I also know that you want me to be her,
and I'm not, 
but sometimes I wish I was.

I wish you saw me, as you see her,
even though You don't want to be with her any more.

I wish that you wouldn't pretend not to know me,
when the very last night,
laying on bed,
I love you,
slipped through your lips,
which was followed by a huge apology,
and you don't realize I didn't even flinch when you said it,
because i had been imagining it all along, 
ever since we made love for the first time,
I didn't want your apology,
even if I know you said it not because you loved me,
but because you wanted me to be her,
so you could love me,
and I'm content with me being in your bed while you imagine I'm someone else,
just that more beautiful, and with no intention of harming you.
And I don't understand, how you cannot see me a as you see her,
I know I'm not her;
but sometimes,
I wish I was.

I'm better,
I would never leave you there to cry your self to sleep,
I wouldn't grab you so hard that I would leave a mark on your beautiful skin,
I didn't want your apology,
But I do apologize to you.
'cause I'm not her, 
and because sometimes,
I wish I was.

I apologize,
because I'm leaving,
I'm going far away,
And I know You'll miss me.

I know you'll find someone else,
as I also know I'm not your only one,
but I do know,
I'm your best one.

I leave my life here,
and hope that when I come back,
if I ever do,
I will no longer want to be her,
but me,
cause maybe,
just maybe,
when I get back,
You'll love no one,
but me.

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You'll Regret Doubting Me

You think what I do is a joke
Some kind of elaborate hoax
Never understanding what goes on
Barely looking further than skin deep

I bury my feelings
Hidden under the surface, bleeding
While I’m trapped inside my mind
You assume everything is just fine

I keep things private
No worries from everyone else
Secrets never uncovered
Tears never spilled

When things finally explode
You’ll dying be alone
I’ll be rising from the flames
This was never a game

Life isn’t a gamble 
I don’t want to waste it
Things you  said were bad, I find perfectly good
I never needed to be fixed

I may see dark as light and wrong as right
But I am more than you could ever be
Don’t take me down with you 
I’m making more changes as you drag that last ragged breath

Smiling as if I actually feared death
Life is better now that I’m free
People are happy and secure
And too late realize all long that I was never weak

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What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.


Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!

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Not Such A Noble Knight

I'm a noble knight
But in rusty armour
My horse isn't really a horse
but a stubborn mule
I came last at Knight school

My sword is bent
my armour full of dents
I see a Dragon or a fight
I run I take flight

In fact I'm not a knight at all
failed the test
to fat too small

The only damsels I attract 
are Damsel flies from the trees
But still I dream

One day.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.

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Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!

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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

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Haunted Beauty

The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland; 
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply. 
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful. 
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound; 
an echoing sound of water drops in a sink; 
rhythmic and terrifying. 
She sat on her bed, and suddenly appeared a free floating arc of strange light. 
It's that time of year again: Halloween night. 
Doors flew open and shut; strange voices and footsteps started. 
She was so frightened, that she almost threw up. 
Emmie made the sign of the cross, and plunged into a thicket of thorny wild roses. 
Terrified, excited and ready to run out of the house in 20 seconds, 
she overheard whispering words: "All beauty must die." 
The voice was so deathly, that it sent chills through her spine. 
It did not make it any better that it sounded too close to her ears. 
Her nightdress being torn by rose thorns like papers in a paper shredder, 
she ran as fast as she could; not back to the old castle, 
but away from the creepy voice, and strange events 
in the old castle. 
Exhausted, she searched for a place she could find rest 
"All beauty must die" the voice visited 
her unceremoniously once more. "What do you want from me? 
Is it wrong to be born beautiful? "
she asked, wondering where she got her courage from. 
The energy to scream or run departed her, 
the moment she saw a woman dressed in white, 
levitating in the air, and moving towards her; 
a horrid face that carried the night's darkness, 
looked decayed, with worms crawling out from it. 
Remember this is a true story about Emmie; 
she gets chills just remembering the events of that night…… 

Contest: Halloween Co-Writes, By Diane Locksley

Poem Written by: Anne Lise Andresen & Teddy Kimathi

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It rises slowly, catching in my throat The bile, thick, putrid, unable to swallow A stench, repulsive, permeates my senses Cold, clammy fingers trickle down my back Helpless, shaken, frozen in place My eyes closed, or are they I can't see. Don't want to see, afraid Something evil has invaded my space And I do not want to give it shape or form I already know its name. In my imagination I sink, cower Seeking refuge in the shadows Mind racing, shutting out rational thought Seeking instead avenues of mental escape It is too late. I am devoured Random thoughts on the clutches of fear For Debbie Guzzi's “Fear” contest Bob Quigley Feb 7, 2012

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Cobblestone path

I met him the other day 
Passed by on the cobblestone 
Between the graves  

Though he dare not look up 
I could hear the sobs 
As wet drops fell 
 His draped black cloak 
Tattered and flowing 
Billowing fog in the cemetery 

Chills ran down my spine 
Yet his sadness warmed me 
 No joy came in this profession 

My sky blue eyes 
Connected with his sockets 
Life in lifelessness 

Embracing the poor soul 
Feeling his scythe  
Pressed upon my back 

I knew no fear 
Only the truth 
As we walked 
Down that cobblestone path

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The Ancient Maya game of tut of tut

The ancient Maya had a game
They called Tut to Tut
A game like soccer
but the ball but the ball
would be passed by the thigh
and not the foot.

They played with a latex rubber ball
that some claim contained a human skull
But what ever you think about the game
it was never dull.

Two teams would play before a temple
On a strip of green
the object of the game
to pass the ball through a hoop made of stone
the Winners were victorious
but for the losers
it wasn't so nice
because they'd chop their heads of
and make them a sacrifice.

Glad I wasn't a coach
beats soccer any day.

''Any one for a game of Tut to Tut''?

Don't all shout at once.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.

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Leave a Message After the Beep

It's always hardest, when there is no one to talk to-
When I dial your number, and it just rings and rings
Until the dreaded "voice mail" picks up.
For just an instant, when there is that brief crackle and "click"-
My hopes skyrocket that you have picked up the phone and answered, when I needed it most, the moment I am most frantic...
But when, in reality, it's just that pre-recorded message that I've heard a million times before; how I loath it
And I feel my heart sinking, like there are anchors tied all around it, dragging it into the depths of my stomach!
Where are you? Can you not feel my desperation through the infinite channels of the universe, or are they clogged and busy, too?
Don't you know that I need you, perhaps now, more than ever?
I know you're at that fancy French restaurant you're always talking about, drinking fine wine and eating escargot, possibly dancing the night away.
While I am here, all alone, eating my own heart out for supper.
All I need, all I want, is a compassionate voice on the other end of the line, talking me down off the ledge once again.
Don't you know I've had too much to drink; that I am listening to sad songs and thinking about doing it again- that awful thing which leaves me so terribly scarred when I wake from my stupor? The cuts. You know, those things you hate to see marring my arms.
But I'll have to resort to self-will and self-control, of which I have so very little...
I may or may not make it through another night of melancholy and self-loathing.
Please, for the love of God, pick up the damn phone!

*Any Poem Goes Contest Entry

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Seven Billion Reasons

Another baby born, another bushel of wheat
Another piece of land, for another family to eat

Another net is cast, another fish is caught
Another fire in the forest, another tree sought
Another bird flees, another bird gone
No home for the beast, diversity all gone

Crops in the amazon, Rivers clogged up
Flooding in cities, Seas on the up
Nature under pressure, Pollution the price
Shortage of wheat, Shortage of Rice
Temperature rising, Deserts expanding

Oil running out, the world is in doubt
War for resources, the west uses force
While the poor beg in cities
Victims of policies, Victims of atrocities

Seas that are empty, bellies that are swelled
Mankind too many, Riots a plenty
The button is pushed, and humanity is hushed

The Earth is now empty, Heaven is full
And we are seven billion reasons
For God to cry “Treason” ”Treason”

And the stars look on, silent
And galaxies die alone
And no one will know.
This place,
Where once, our babies did grow.
But time will go on
And the earth is aglow
Just as it was, seven billion years ago.

Seven billion today
Tomorrow more
What is the real figure?
For all out Nuclear War?

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Run Into Love

You make me smile even when the sad songs come on.
You make me laugh with every chance you get.
You don't even have to be here for me to fall for you.
I've played the backseat for too long.
Maybe now it's time to run;
Time to run into love.
What do we have to lost?
This is only life once.
We are only young once.
And I believe I am starting to fall for you.
What do we have to lose?
Let's dive in together,
Holding hands,
Into the unknown.

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First shaman encounter

Coming ashore at the island of Trunyan to its teeth of bone eyes to four directions tongue bloodthirsty - what do you want this late at night? surely to seek help from the moon black chicken sticky-rice flower baskets : baskets a frozen kris at the tip of my shoulders suck the remaining portals of shame at the split of banana leaves I look at her purple sweat. her white kebaya sodden pura gede pancering jagat temple as foreground my name once again my name once again - that pot of authentic China rolls like a cart speeding out of my body like the shameless envious souls of jealous skeletons: “look ma, my soul reawakens, I am no longer dead” two baskets black chicken one o’clock that night the island of Trunyan rolled its tongue in laughter its tickled eyes stripping all bare its hoarse voice splitting the eerie road I want to go home soon – my boat is moored by the lakeside!
Notes : Kris – a dagger with jagged edges. Kebaya – traditional shirt that ladies wear in Indonesia, typically made of see-through cloth or brocade.

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A Hospital Stay - Part II


                                                    The Light Returns

I feel myself oh so slowly rise
Through the Abysmal black of surgical sleep
Wakening, drawn to the distant sound
Of my own moans.  

When my lids flutter back
Sight is rewarded with the prescence of all my Beloveds
Gathered in conclave 'round my I.C.U. bed;
My travel-companion souls
Who bear the love and light that leads my own.

     The doctor enters bearing good tidings;
     The beast within was found and slain,
     Its loss complete
     At the sacrifice of nearly the whole of my stomach.

And so I lay grateful and gutted,
Though within it felt like the aftermath 
Of worlds in collision.
A wreakage within,
And when they make me rise for the first time the very next day,
I feel a slow tide of broken glass and metal
Fall in chaos through my new internal spaces.

Still, its a lovely thing to be rising,
At all.

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Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.

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Sleepless night

Nothing worse than a sleepless night,
My body’s a sleep but my mind’s wide-awake
With all the starts in the dark sky
None with enough light
I struggle to put my fears aside and my thoughts to rights.
Struggling, through the meanders of my mind
Screaming thoughts rumble and tumble exploding my head
When sleep finally finds it way to me
Nightmares sneaks in my bed
Causing such a fright 
Fights to scare sleep away
Living life over in my head
Afraid to go to sleep at night
Afraid to be alone or to make sound 
By five in the morning I wish I were dead,
There’s nothing worse than lying awake at night.
Screaming and hearing nothing but my echo in a moonless night 
With Closet monsters peeking at me
Wish to tightly clutch my teddy 
But all grown up and too old for a toy   
As the closet door creaks
I wait for this endless time to end
Hoping for the monster not to hold my leg
And for nightmare not to sneak on my bed
Wishing to sleep yet I’m still wide-awake
Feeling dead and wondering if I’m still alive

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Graveyard diggers- a frustrated quest













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The brief flash of a girl hiding in a corner
The Execrable slicing sounds
The copper taste of violence
The sulfuric smell of decaying flesh
The feel cool blade resting on the name of my neck

You run through this maze of white walls
You hear his echoing footsteps
You taste your own fear rising up in you
You feel a burning hatred scorching you
You smell his fear-inducing odor

And all I need is that cool hand at the small of my back
To know that that is not reality that is the past

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A Hard Nut to Crack

Who will crack this stony nut for me?
What will I find when the task is done/
When all mysteries around this nut unfold?
Where will I flee if a dread emerge?
Why? Why should this nut be my pain?

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These clouds, surrounding my space

As these clouds keep surrounding, my space
I keep walking
Until, I've fallen to deep
Hoping and praying
I have a reachable hand
A ladder, some way up

I wish drum-fires, thunder-cracks and twisters
Would leave me alone
I wish my roses
Had no thorns, as they leave me bleeding
In so many places

I try to rinse off
Deep, deep in the ocean
Rinsing all these scars
I keep collecting, day by day

As, I lift up a voice and caterwaul
Take away my fever
Stop letting me, tumble
Stop receiving my blood
Each and every way I fight
Causing me to lose, my field of vision

Deep in these clouds
These clouds, surrounding my space
My only space

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Reason Grandpa Writes

This syndrome they call Hurlers,  version MPS-1
I write to advise, alert all and to inform everyone
Their prayers are needed for the future of earth
Arrogance and greed must replace them with mirth

Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar, 
to be heard by family inside heaven's door. 
Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son 
of raising your children in the Florida sun. 

The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak 
and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak. 
He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight, 
through the darkness ahead, trust in the light 

For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends, 
know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends 
Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong 
praying his answer will come with a song. 

Your wishes will soar to the heavens above, 
through family and friends about the one that you love. 
I'm not a prophet, seer or fool, 
just a man who lives by this earthly rule . 

Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky 
that they should enjoy life, long after I die. 
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride 
When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.

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Eerie Feeling of DeJa Vu

One sinister night, heavy laden with a
dense layer of fog, no presence of
moon or stars.  Shrieks
of a tree-dwelling owl and eerie noises 
of a double iron gate, hanging,
swinging loosely on rusted hinges at 
an entrance to an old rural cemetery,
was all I immediately heard.

One could barely see the age-old
granite headstones of ancestors
interred centuries ago.

Wait!  Are those footsteps I hear
in the distance?  

Is it just my imagination?

A slight breeze rustles fallen leaves, and 
feelings of fear cause my mind to visualize
spirits and shadows darting in, out, everywhere
around me.  Thus invading the resting places of 
these rusticate deceased souls.

As I awaken, veiled in a blanket of sweat,
great relief overwhelms me, alters me 
into a state of reality.  I arise from my moist
bed sheets, opening heavy drapes, foreseeing
a glorious morning sunrise.

To my horror, all that presents outside
my bedroom window is gray, dark, dense fog.

Quickly, I close the curtains, asking myself;
"Was it only a dream, or was there 
something more?"

Indeed, an eerie feeling of Deja vu!  

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Thump Thump Thump

Thump, thump, thump,
I can hear the choppers
They are inbound
Med Evac
Another day in the bush
Another man down
I throw out a flare
It’s a hot LZ
Small arms fire
From a sniper
In a tree

Sitting in front of the TV
I watch the war
In full HD
I can see the fear
The talking heads
Say we are losing the war
The minds and souls 
Are not on our side
We are the invaders
Sent to enforce democracy
Not necessarily to practice it

Thump, thump, thump,
The mortar rounds closing in
Wish I were anywhere but here
Skipper looks worried 
As the radio squawks
Unfriendlies are inside the wire
Lock and load
It’s going to be a long night
I wish those talking heads
Were here to fight
Hope I’m still here 
At first light

I put on my slippers
And head off to bed
Not knowing the truth
But feeling so dead
Leeches and communist
Are sucking me dry
I wish Ho Chi Minh
Had never been born
Stalin and Hitler
Just bad dreams
From the blue
I sleep in a fog
Next to my dog
Outside my window
There’s a sound 
In the fog

Thump, thump, thump, thump …

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Battling Addiction

The white dragon hunts you.
With eyes of a predator, ever watching.
Waiting in the dark shadows to strike.

I have chased this dragon before.
For he has haunted me, as well.
Many a lifetime ago.
That you did not know.

There is terror in my heart.
I want to scream, run!
But you will not hear me,
Over the roar of his breath, 
or the promise of more.

Your choice binds you to the chase.
No spell I can cast will be enough to save you,
Beautiful boy.
I can only stand here,
 and watch, 
as this dragon looms 
over your poisoned mind, 
and weakened body.

You are running out of time.
The chaos is closing in.
Gripping you tighter every time.
I cannot stand to watch.

My heart dies a thousand deaths.
You must run.
Please, I beg of you, for all you are beautiful boy.
I don't want to watch you slip into the past,
As you fall prey to the dragon.


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How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern

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Spiritual Edification of Humanity

You are embarking upon the journey of 1000 lifetimes…
Inner stirrings are the awakening to soul’s feelings…
Evolving into the highest level of being…
You are not becoming something…
Merely remembering that it is you; present within the atomic structure…

Release grasps of identity and fear allowing Auric healing…
Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity…
Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity…
Summoning soul guides; invoking dharma communion…
Connected to mother from my root chord below sacred this linear union…  
Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light…
Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…

Existence is continual; just as perpetual motion…
Significance within decisions unto what this powerful mind envisions…
Walking hand in hand as one; grandest loving you smiles into the angst filled eyes…
Of the you walking alone blinded by believing fear based lies…
Reaching out to yourself in compassion, love and presence to take immediate action…
Heal this part of you learn to live from soul’s love of passion…

Conflict and confrontation on the earth stage…
Splitting us apart using fear with rage…
The confusion wedge of existence; separation illusion…
Outdated is its intention; now divine is the intervention…
Empowering one, then to another choosing the path absent of force…
Here now to feed observation of creative knowing back to divinity…
Allowing the god field of potentiality to know itself as we know ourselves…
To be itself manifested through all of life…
For within entanglement of electromagnetic fields; one Family of source…

Knowing our real identity; spirit co-creators…
Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity…
Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity…
Opening to the heart; invoking dharma communion…
Connected to mother from my elemental construction releasing energy obstruction…  
Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light…
Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…

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Halloween Night

It's that time of year again
Festivities, curling pumpkin vines
Oily green witch faces 
And cinnamon apples
Delighted screams ebbing
Into the distance, away from here

Here is a place that's no good 
Here the cobwebs are real
There are never many knocks on doors here 
At least, not from the outside in 
I sit alone in the hallway, no lights 
Awoken by the sounds of chains again
It wasn't branches scraping against
The attic window, no, not this time 

The children laugh and swirl
In vibrant colors, plastic masks 
Orange bags with shrieking black mouths 
Chocolate and gummy worms, 
They can't wait to get to the next house

But I can't see them, not anymore 
It calls to me again, the groan 
Like the hull of a great ship 
Swelling with water, sinking 
I am drawn back down the hallway 
Twisting, turning, All I hear 
Is my breathing, my breathing 
Almost there now, the music box is broken 
I have my hand on the cold knob, 
I turn it, greeted by its little protest 
The creaking stops, and I confront 
The birth of darkness before me
The closet door opens there, but I can only hear it 
Exposing the black pit which curdles blood  
And the mumbling, the murmured calling out, 
It keeps me there, riveted to place, each night
The silent screams of the back bedroom 
The living replaced by something else 
The lost soul's room; death for the dead 
Oh god, what happened? 
What happened here? 


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with shoes on feet

a grab-and-run pack
a small survival sack
with one set of clothes for spouse and self
passports, a file with just few mails
an old diary with addresses to contact
in England, Finland, and Switzerland

and some currency notes
couple of thousands
in rupees that does not stretch
like the American dollars
they were what i needed most

as the pogrom was in progress
in my Tamil homeland
while i always went to bed
with shoes on my feet

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O Big Brother Where Art Thou

Osiris watching from the sky

Satellite recon harvesting personal

data on you and I

Sending chills down the spine

In the name of national security

Big brother is listening on the line

Privacy eroded freedoms rights scorned

Electronic surveillance now the norm	

Everywhere you go Big brother knows

Everything you do Big Brother is watching you

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We all fear

Why do we feel hatred?
We fear discontrol.

Why don't they get it?
Why don't they comprehend?
Why do we wait?
Why do we protect?
Why do we run?
We fear destiny.

Why does it hurt?
Why does it burn?
Why do we fight?
Why do they betray us?
We fear love,
We fear friendship.

Why do we keep?
Why is it deep?
We fear the abyss.

Why hell?
Why heaven?
Why purgatory?
We fear darkness,
We fear light.

Why do we live?
Why do we die?
Why do we suffer?
We fear death,
We fear life.

We all live,
We all die,
We all keep,
We all fight,
We all suffer,
We all cry,
We all love,
We all wait,
We all give,
We all receive,
We all trust,
We all wish,
We all dream,
We all remember,
We all feel...

We all vanish,
We all rise,
We can ignite.

We fear destruction.
We all expect,
We all regret,
We all lie.

Why hate?
Why do we create?
Why do you stare?
Why do they glare?
Why explore?
Why hope?
Why goodbye?
Why shine?

We all think,
We all see,
We all go,
We all deserve,
We all pass,
We all fear...

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Silence rattles
the conscious mind,
the states of sanity,
sets a cleave,
a divide, between the bold and coward,
borders the two sides;
it demarcates the ones worthy and the ones unworthy.

Voice speaks
the mind, body, soul,
between the rights and wrongs,
between people,
across barriers,
boundaries of color and tongue.

the gumption of the righteous,
the weapon of the righteous,
the enemy of the afraid,
the Deep Fear of the afraid,
the empty void in the afraid,
the badge of honor of the honorable,
the badge of pride of the honorable.

The ones
who have laughed
and have their hearts experience joy,
who have cried
and have learned from the hurt,
who have cheered
and shared the euphoria,
who have asserted,
and not let vice govern their minds, 
who have triumphed
and stood up tall and proud before the rest,
who have stood up for who and what they are,
who did not look back,
and who did not hesitate,
who let fortitude and gallantry be their anthem;
they thus possess the greatest weapons to stand unswayed for the days and years to come.

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The Fear

The Aphotic rays reach higher
And shame, shade reigns over all
Lacuna, Apathy is all I feel as I fall into the ashed grave
I'm living, the slowest way to die
Elysia, rapture where are you now

What will I do when the flame is extinguished 
What will I do when I drown in ash
What will I do when they sing my name in funeral dirges 
How can this be all, one short organic vitality
Scares to die, but afraid of a new day

Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day
Will I Ressructe to Paradise, burn in Hell, or lay in Sheol
Is this a there is, one feather, to the dirge
My life so long - my suffering grows
Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day

In all of the ashes, a flame begins
Once again, here I am
Living, the slowest way to die

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Hello May

Hello Month of May
What do you have to say?
About January, February and March

As a brand new start
What do you have to offer?
That January, February and March
Could not produce: not even inner peace
Our sins were forgiven in April
Or lovers woo us in February and quickly abandon us
 March was disaster
After disasters

Can you promise us peace and solitary?
Zinnias, Daffodils, and Roses
As we move along with all of Mother Nature 
love and beauty 
 we are now travelling into an inspirational journey
May! can we really welcome you?

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My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.

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Living in the Nation

You made a choice,
You broke the mold,
You raised your hand
Now you’re living bold
	Oh, yes!  You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

You turned your back
On pain and lack.
You said “No, thanks,
I’m not going back!”
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

When everyone else
Was still asleep,
You opened your eyes
And took a peek.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

You saw the path
You made a way
You challenged fear
Now you’re here to stay.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

Mama said “NO!”
Daddy said “No!”
Sista said “No!”
And so did your bro.
	Oh,yes! They did
	Oh, yes! They did

But you turned your back
On mediocrity and lack,
Said “Oh, no! This is it!”
I’m done with  trouble
I don’t miss pain
I’m looking for joy
Personal growth and gain.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

Yeah, you turned your back
On sorrow and lack
On worry and grief
On fear and blame
You took the steps
You  fought the fight
Then you stormed the stage
On Saturday night!
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

You had a four step plan
In the palm of your hand.
You fought your fear
Courage brought you here
	Oh, yes! It did!	
	Oh, yes! It did!

Now you’re happy and bold
You broke the mold
You’re living large
Fighting the fight
Taking your cruises
Changing your life 
You’re done with the bruises
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

You’re soaring now
Taking life higher
Nothin gonna hold you
Did what we told you
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

The warmest of the warm
Came along for the ride
Shoulder to shoulder
They stand by your side.
	Oh, Yes! They did!
	Oh, Yes! They did!	

Mama said “No!”
Daddy said “No!”
Sista said “No!”
And so did your bro.
	Oh, yes! They did!
	Oh, yes! They did!

You know it don’t matter
Roaches gonna scatter
You got  new familia now
Go on, take a bow!
We got elevation
	Heart elation
We’re all one family
Livin in the Nation!
	Oh, yes! We did!
	Oh, yes! We did!

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Before the Party

Friday night 
and here I am


I fought            yes I did
cried till my eyeballs hurt
       Dad said  NO  he tossed me down
to the cellar   with the rest of the trash

he said

oh        what he said
“How would he know?
Did it show?”

I fell   I climbed
damn the grime   he took my shoes 
so I’d not run

No coat, no shoes, where could I go
the snow was falling outside

I could hear the dance music
from the window   high and small
I sat and      I listened from there
mice skittered at the edge of the floor
one light  sickly yellow
the door locked

I’m scared. 

Painting: Exploring the Basement
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Sacrificing: The Contemplation - ADULT CONTENT

The time had arrived
She finally stood before him
Silently gazing upon her
Woman's mind was racing
Fear begin to take hold
Take you to serve I will
No time given to think
His blade press against her
Sliding down the up her dress
Now you will remain exposed
Up between her breast the blade slides
Easily slicing what clothing lay in between
Hands instinctual raise to breast
Remove your hands or be punished
Happening at my leisure
Hands drop as do blade
Resting at the tip of her thigh
Woman looks down as in shame
No garment remains

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Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith

Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days

Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains

Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze

You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale

The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?

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Midnight Wandering

One Saturday I went walking through the deep dark woods at night
It was clear and cool, the stars were out , the moon shone bright 
I came upon a crooked tree , a haunted figure all alone
Twisted and bent ,fingers wide, stretching out to meet the sky
One finger pointing straight ahead  to the old graveyard , It did not lie
The mossy stones faded and washed away , a haunted site , an old forgotten burial plot
 Eerie echoes touched my ears , a deathly scream ,footsteps nearby,  a hounds chilling reply 
 I passed over lifeless sandy  ground forgotten from yesterdays barren  lot
Silence ,sudden and deep moved through the woods as shadows danced and branches creaked 
Panic overwhelmed as a  frightening  cold gripped my soul and I lay frozen, pinned to the ground
I can  not move nor can I try to rise from this deathly  spot of earth
Paralyzed by blinding fear, I felt another  presence, foul and  evil with no life there in front of me
Stalking my mind , clutching my soul .and I can do nothing but wait and see it take its toll
It saps my strength and drains my soul , it wants to see my vision die
I appeal to my inner self , my comfort  and joy for strength to beat this foul thing 
I felt the love deep within , bursting forth like a pure white light 
Immediately  its power lessened and onward I felt my love 
 It loosened its grip and I arose , determined to beat this demon with all my love 
As I left this area I seemed to hear , a quiet whisper in my ear 
I am still here waiting watching, stalking who ever comes to walk my woods
 I am in your dreams  , I live beyond the great black wall , come look for me if you dare

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The Rain and The Pain

Sitting, was a peacock, besides me
Waiting for the hovering clouds to shower
On us, and the parched garden twigs.
A blessing started trickling down,
It touched and tickled me all over
Peacock's danced and went like whirl, 
A charming moment, appeasing the sores.
My heart kept humming, blessing has come.
Earth revolved in a merry motion, sprinkling out
Tears of joy, running down the streams all over.
Peacock ran to seek refuge, I wondered.
What made him ran, whirl broke off.??
What made the sheen hovering clouds sooty??
Dancing legs are now running in fear.
Parched twigs uproot and float to no-go.
Tears of joy, spurt with salt of fear. 
Pink petals decimated, colours blanched.
Can't see that covey any-more, their nest.
There was my hut, who undermined??
Hey you stop, it's time for salvage.
He himself is no less worthy than world.
Is it a ransom to mighty thunders?
Stygian clouds, roaring waters??
The hands waving for help to man,
Raised in prayers to God,
Where is He? or voice is vague.
My salty tears spiked and got diluted
I had a present to present to beloved.
It is my date, I have to wait.
Don't wash me away into muddy whirls.
Now wait is over, as date is near.
All are rushing, let me leap.

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An After-Flood Thought

That Egypt, Rome, and Greece 
Of Past;
In the West            
Is the newfound world 
Of reason, affluence and power;
A dream in reality;
Is in reality a dream.
Now I agree with the silly-looking tales of the Muslim preachers, 
And my maternal grands’;
Even can vanish in a wink.
It’s but a bitter truth,
And alas!  There is nothing in the history, 
In this whole world, 
—undying and reliable.
And these storm, flood, volcanoes and quakes,
In sea or on earth,
Seem some sharp-minded agencies 
Of some remote, remote, near God.

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From deep beneath, 
Murky waters flow,
Amidst currents depths
Two eyes watch the waves,
Primal fear grips mans basic,
Instinctual need to survive.
Hear the music echoing, 
And see the fin surfacing.
Predations unseen predator,
Glides at hells speed.
Natures gray phantom,
Feeding hungers unsatisfiable,
Carnal lust.
Perfections ultimate creation,
A killing machine, fueled by 
Poundage’s in take of flesh and 
Camouflages deception masters,
Dwelling in hidden shallows, 
 Blacked realm.
Waiting ever aware, for deaths,
Calling, blood Ivory's crimson.
Jaws smile at unguarded preys,
Weakening moment to strike.
The hunters thus emerge,
 Leaving redresses chum field,
Behind in destruction’s wake.
Behold wreckage’s ruins, a harvest
Of humanities leavings, 
Left overs floating above.
Just when you thought it was safe,
To go back into the water?
Someone screams Shark, SHARK!!!

Dedicated: SHAWN (aka shark bait)

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Every autumn in the Chaos Mountains
the wind blows through the tall grass
& the rain stalls, fitful in its sublimity.
It is not a season for speaking. Only for listening.
Out there, somewhere beyond the horizon
a silence that is not silence, calls,
& men enter the duck blind, and wait,
huddled with their cartridges & ambiguities,
disguised to themselves as hunters,
re-inventing themselves with rifle eyes
fixed on some vanishing point beyond the language
of rivers & trees, turned away from
the here & now - a tempting non-existence
accompanied by hope, which may be nothing more
than the promise of a big dinner with
lots of stuffing and gravy and no questions.

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A Fit of Emptiness: Finding One's Self

Sometimes I daydream of cannibalism;
Eating the body of myself.
A self driven by inadequacy,
I want to rip myself apart
And feel it die slowly.
As I sit,
Dreams transparing to reality,
I find my teeth clenching the brown.
And damn it hurts.
It hurts so much.

Finding myself
To destroy it,
Another shard is broken from me
As if each time I gnaw against my flesh,
A part of me is taken.
And when I wake,
I find less reason
To care as it pains.

One day
As I nourish my inadequacy-
My want to be needed,
Its roots gripping against 
The rotted remains-
There will be emptiness.
Nothing will be left
But a cannibal.

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Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....

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An unravelling of time

Is a measure of existence
Where we all play our part
Looking back and looking forward
We live so much and imagine so much
Sketching life on our minds and our hearts
Sometimes we break 
And we think we are- Irreparable
But somehow -
We move through time 
Changing and shaping 
This way and that – from darkness to light
Shedding off the old 
Birthing the new into existence – we didn’t know was beyond-Times portals
Here we explore the supernatural world of promise- at the Kings command
We enjoy a Kingdom of priceless worth - it outshines times wrappings 
Time that is slowly unraveling
Being discarded on the pile -
Of a past life.

© Brenda V Northeast 30th August 2012

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The Rebellious Teen

The rebellious Teen loved all his friends. 
The only ones he listened to… were them.
They wanted him to drink and smoke every night. 
They said experimenting with drugs was definitely all right.

The rebellious teen’s mom was beside herself… 
This was her child and this could finish his life.
But he continued to listen to the Devil himself.
What could she do in the end to save his life?

The devilish friends held him closely in the palm of his hand…
In the end she decided she had to move far away from them.
Somewhere… where only new friends he could find.
Those who loved life, sports, and learning: to draw him back in.

Then every so often she let him, for a visit, to go back…
Each time he went, fewer were left to contact, yes, some were even dead.
Some had over dosed… Some didn’t care who he was any more.
What he found was rot and that they lacked the drive to live.

The rebellious teen cried for what he saw they had become…
He had changed and now could see, what was happening to them…
These were no longer the friends that he remembered from before.
He tried to save them with words and his love… but they didn’t care.

He didn’t want to go back to that sadness, to live ever again… 
Now he looked to the future and that was a fact.
The moral I tell you, all of my friends…if he won’t listen to you… 
Then find him new friends.

For if he is your life and if you want him to live…
Find others to help steer him or else you can’t win…
Let his support group be new peers who enjoy life to the brim.
Yes, those who will help lead him to walk in the light again.

From a true experience…

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Memories of Happiest Moments

Happiest moments of life moves on,
Memories of those days are dawn.
When sadness fills your mind,
Torture in the heart will grind.
Nothing lasts forever,
Losing it, make a shiver.
Those gone days move away like wind,
Tears trickle down when we rewind.
Gone days never come back,
But get stored in our hearts rack.
Memories play a wonderful role,
Though it gives opposite action as fool.
Memories of gloom make us smile,
Memories of joy fill our eye.
Every one carries their own diary,
Secrets and wishes are lightening in fiery.

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We Visitors

Dogs bark
as we are strangers on this block
the night
is not used to intruders like us
the crickets
don't even trust our footsteps

just past eleven
and the windows have eyes
of our unfamiliar presence

and I can't hardly blame them

we don't spell trouble
but the cicadas 
and their fellow creature's trust
has worn thin

a dark cat 
(I'm betting is black)
is tiptoeing this way
he's been sent to take a closer look
the watchman of their darkness
whose intentions are
that we might possibly see him
and feel the need to go away

but the night is a puppy
and we're not going anywhere
it will take a much bigger spook
than a (black?) feline
to scare us away

we've got tiger's blood
and the dogs
and neighbors
all know it
we called their bluff

and it's getting late 
for them
but its damn early 
for us

grab me something cold to drink
it's going to be a long night alright!

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The Eyes

The Eyes

The eyes so shattered and so blue,
You sit there and you knew
The pain of losing someone close to you,
And you beg for their return,
But a wish so great, can never be granted.

The eyes shattered and blue,
Watch you,
Take the bottle and drowned yourself,
They watch you destroy yourself,
And they know what they do,
Yet they show no remorse, no pain in heart.

You fall asleep
On a dirty mattress,
Held up by broken dreams
And nightmares,
No pillow, no blanket
Just air you float on.
And your blind eyes close in the night,
The dreams come back to haunt you
And the eyes, they watch you,
So shattered and so blue.

Till three o’clock hits again
Wake in cold sweat,
Spiders on webs weaving a nest
In your head,
A cry out for the Madhouse,
Where the eyes so shattered and so blue
Stare at you, through a window with no reflection.


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Losing Myself

I cry myself awake
In the middle of the day
Because of a decision I made
Not to spend time with you.
And now everything I am
Is falling apart into pieces;
I feel like I am losing you
Because I am losing myself.

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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!

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The Mud, I Long It End

The shadows are nearing their loss
E’en the rays are growing weak
Foams darken as the bolt strikes
A blizzard of drops I fear it is

The prints! How far will thy end be?
Hmm! I see thy mother, her tents-
With depths about she scatters
Thick and sticky they stand judging

Soon fall my hope from whence it hung,
The stream of gums there it may drop
Yet ceaseless my arteries work
Re-tuning my heartbeat’s pounds

Issues cover gold polish-
Like the body that travels white
A curse it stamps on their souls
Sinking the hope they pride on

Quick to fail is my faith for the-
Irony my thought feeds it with
Can only get better, but worse-
It seems and disheartening it is

A once bad experience turns worse
A tale, the promise becomes-
Of a path so good e’en the-
Festival ram would not walk on

Well! Will speak well of what I-
Want and expect that which I long-
For, trusting an appointed-
Time waits it drainage for a new track

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I take you to be the love of my life, 
To have and to hold and to hit and to crush
For better and for worse when worse is unspeakable
For richer, for poorer when money is spent on drugs and booze and porn
And there is not enough money left for groceries and school clothes.
In sickness and in health when I have to sneak to buy medication
and you call in sick to go to the race.
From this day forward because I have no place to go.
The shelters are full. No room in the inn.
I'm not serious, they say, because I did not call the police
When you choked me last night.
Instead I hid, huddled in the closet behind the locked door, 
Holding my baby and praying that she would not be next.
Until death do us part because I have tried to leave
So many times and you drag me back.
Love bears all things, 
Believes all things, 
Hopes all things, 
Endures all things. 
Love never ends.
Love never ends.
Love never ends.

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I felt you today

Sitting thinking about all the bills that needed paid, all the work
that needs done on the house and stuff.
Fear sitting in and the dreaded stress of worry if the bills will be met.
Sun shinning bright as bright can be I look up to the birds flying high.
Then tears dwell up in my eyes because I have not turned it over to you.

Then I felt that warm sensation of a gentle hand on my shoulder and I
no longer could contain all the tears within.
Jesus, I felt you today that moment of doom and despair and worry of
daily life i tried handling it without you.
You, always know when I need you and I always forget to call out please
forgive me for forgetting that.

Thank you for not not forgetting me I feel so much better now, I can't
believe I allowed myself to fear so much.
I sit here now and I know all the bills will be paid, all the work that needs
done will be met.
No more stress I carry or worry I fear because you Jesus are always here.

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In a Welsh Chapel Darkly

I know you see me from up there,
from halfway up the steep and twisting lane.
In early half-light as you take your walk
I no doubt seem to loom as you descend,
appear to grow, to rise from earth,
my boxlike rectilinearity,
severe and unadorned geometry,
a silhouette against the solitary sodium source.

I once hosted fiery-throated hymns
from dedicated souls in Sunday best:
“Marchog, Jesu, yn llwyddiannus”,
“O! Iesu mawr, rho d’anian bur” –
voices rich and raised and resonant,
so filled with faith, so gorged with God.
My pitch-pine pews were polished
by coat and skirt and trouser twill.

Abandoned now, unloved, slab-still,
void and stark and desolate,
with quarry-tiled floor that would resound
with joy were anyone to walk upon it,
I present gaping emptiness, a thing felt,
a cave whose darkness, palpable,
is peopled by retreating echoes of my past,
like timorous ghosts far too afraid to speak.

But there is One I must not name
who lodges in my roomy quarters,
cowers within my tight square corners,
seeking shadows when the sun stares in.
I hear Him breathing as
He sweats in His remorse, a thing smelt,
hiding from the accusing gaze
of His forlorn creation.

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Bir ufak dunyada yasar dusler

Bir ufak dunyada yasar dusler
Sonra bir dev olur da yurur sessiz.
Sanki dost olur senle  duslerini sorar sorgular.

Sanki  gercek dusunde yasanmis her oyku
Boyandi korkunun ziftine ve sesinini bastir dediler,
Koyugun bacagi  soylediler ve sessiz  devler
Duslerinde  hep asildi birer birer.

Bir ufak dunya da kesmekesin  kendi icinde
Sanirsin sen sessizliginle  tek basina bir dev,
Ses versen el uzatsan her erkisi bir dev,

Dedicated this poem freedom fighters...

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My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.

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'Unquestionable Love'

The scars are slowly fading away
A pity the fear seems to be here to stay
We use to share a love so deep
Heaven knows how we let it just seep

Through our fingers - 

Your love turned to a slap,
A swear word to bring your point across
I didn’t know fear until a few years ago
When you accidently pushed me away

Your sorry still echo until today
You’ve said it so many times

Every other day -

I needed to get away,
Not just for myself but for our unborn child

Now here I sit, with nothing 
But a friend’s unquestionable love,
That gives me the strength to go on
The ability to start anew
Showing me there is a life beyond
Swear words and abuse

I may not have those creature comforts
You use to provide
But I can fall asleep peacefully at night
Knowing our baby is safe
And his mom will not wake up with a
Swollen lip or blue eye in the morning


*not a true story - was written for a writing project the theme was Domestic Violence*

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Hateful Words

                                                  HATEFUL WORDS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	   Al Johnson

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Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

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Grandfather Clock

Tick tock tick tock goes your clock
time passses and passes my time
tick tock, tick tock goes my life time
Quarter hour you sing a song
Every quarter you sing away the time
Chimes and ding dong on the hour
My power is fading with the sun set
Sing me a lullabye all the night long
Nightmares of phantoms stealing my life
Singing a lullabye while tightening my noose.

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I'm like a lion
Tryin to be  trained
to behave in a cage, but
I wasnt born to be tame
Full of stress and rage
 Im compressed and chained
Infected with depression
beCause I cant catch a break
Lifes taste is so tart
In pain from my scars
Stained by lame luck
Stuck behind apace car
I strive to write
But all I can type is the space bar
I'm Pervaded with doubt
About to freakout
Quick Someone bail me out
I would sniff my way out
but I got this cyst on my snout
From 6 years of this drought
Im sittin with this could of pout
Stickin to me like jam from a can
like melted candy in your hand
I'M a pantree full of Spam
 A Letter without the stamp
A debtor without a plan
Like chicken on a pan without any Pam,
Damn I'm starting to get pissed
 I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist,
Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball
got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall
 Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls
I want to brawl, missed last call
My Stick shift just stalled,
This lawl has no intention at stopin at all
And I'm kicking myself in the balls
like old men walking up and down the halls
so i flop, just like a dust mop
Now i got knots in my food box
The size of king kongs rocks and
Every door has been locked
I try to soar but its all for not

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Xanax and Silver

cross hangs down, silver hits the desk as i inhale. i try so hard to be good but this feels better.
the relaxing god, the fanatic inside the savior inside who helps me through these sweaty nights.
serenity is soothed in silver. and its 1+1+2+2+1 and the lights are burning my face.
ive got a new dress. i dont wanna burn it up, stay awake.
little rituals. little ways and parts and places. the real world is approaching fast,
i wanna stay here in this bubble, i wanna live where no one will ever hurt me again.
only so much powder and the pain is not in your reach.
teeth hurt but the clenching ended days ago.
i beg for sweet sleep, but to not dream of vows and coins and promises.
the commandments make me itch and your prayers are like angel dust.
i beg for sweet sleep, not the hard plastic chairs and the counting of days and the very special anniversaries, you all are stunning hipocrites.
so i bend again to the table. and i scratch and i bleed.
and i make it perfect for my eyes.
and i let the silver swing down to the wood and the clank it makes.... makes me feel like i am home again.
and the radio doesnt matter anymore and the lies are all gone and i sink back into a very real reality.

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Dead Winter

The cabin sits against the forest wall
hidden from human site, it stands alone
in the dead of winter, the cold has a jagged edge
things crunch
twigs snap, upon a sparrow's landing
the freezing wind brushes painfully across the cabin
like an artist, whose hands are brittle with decay
forcing the branches to scrape along the upstairs window
like fingers trying to get inside.
the cabin creeks, showing its age
as it settlets in, for a long winter
outside, the wind continues to show its fury
as the cabin's walls whistle eerily, to see whose listening
the clock chimes downstairs

For now....
we are not concerned about the footprints, leading to the back door
they are of no consequence at the moment
but in a few minutes, maybe less
they will be.
the cabin stands alone
hidden, isolated
in the dead of winter
no one can hear you scream
the deadbolt turns....

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When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...

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Muted by Authority

They never predict the consequences 
Of their hurtful words;
To them, cruelty is a way
In order to make all pay! 

You all have witnessed how it goes;
No need to tell you how;
Just rewind in mind the old days
And try to figure why!

We think we had it all,
Reached the end of the road
And believing we should stop,
We miss ourselves behind! 

It should not block the path;
Life really does go on;
Yet, once it is all said out loud,
Can it be turned down once more?

She fired her comments in cold blood,
Kept stabbing with a smile; 
She never thought of hiding the venom
Of her so-called advice! 

He sat there stunned;
Aggravated by all means;
To him this was the final halt
Crawling with slow steps! 

You all may be wondering, 
And questioning about 
The truth behind the identity
The poem talks about!

I am the one who stuttered
And sweated with every breath
I know not why I stayed silent 
All I know that I was forcibly
Muted by Authority! 

© Guru Jad 2013

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Forever Rider

Bleached bones of a fallen beast, Casting a shadow that points To the east, A cowboy rides out With a noose round his neck, Travelling north on a Perilous trek. The noose is a reminder That his life is not his, Not that he needs it To tell him the truth, He's atoning for sins Committed by him And the noose is just there For some proof. His horse pointing northwards, His spurs jab its flanks, It jumps on a journey It knows not to where, He has been advised If he gets where he must That he must handle all things With great care. Long weeks follow days, He ne'er stops for food, He feels neither hunger, Nor thirst or fatigue, His Horse is the same, Feeling neither hunger or pain, Though they travel on league After league. He stops on the brow Of a mountainous peak, To gain the bearings He felt he had lost. His eyes sweep the plains He travels in vain, Without ever revealing The cost. His life had been shortened For the most part by death, He had suffered For what he had done, His actions alone Had been the sole cause Of the loss of his wife And his son. And so for his torment He had been given a task, That he knew he must Always repeat, There was no respite And no task to be done And his journey would be Never complete. And so he rides on O'er the endless red plain, Destined as ever to Be all alone, And maybe one day His skull will be seen By another as abandoned Bleached bone....

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Be the keeper of your pain

  This is Poetry , for the reader  INTERPRETs  , 

  Why won't you leave ?
     Isn't you whom betrayed me with your actions ?
  Do I really care to tally whom started which action or reaction first ?

  No, It longer matters you see 
     Thee thrill is gone in fact died in me
  Do I want to live with anger and madness anymore ?

  Please honor my wishes , and just walk out the door
     This time take all you have in which you entered my life with.
  I only want you to find peace and love in your soul of tortured memories.

  For these memories lie within you long before I met thee
     In innocence wanting to cure and love the soul within 
  realizing I can not save you nor be your keeper of all pain.

  I Love you , Yet Love is not going to save you through this 
    I let you go now let me go and let us be free .
  I no longer wish to live with the lies anymore , let me be free.  

  Only happiness will return with change , you will see.

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i’m lost.

wandering my mind, hollow now.

secrets tucked in the seams, invisible to passer-bys.

each step leaves an imprint behind,

dust settling into the crevices left by my toes.

the world empty,

immune to stolen glances between souls and half-hearted exchanges.

peace swept away,

pushed to the side by an old broom of straw and wood.

oxygen dissipates,

I try hard,

harder to breathe.

but all that is left to soothe my lungs

is the empty, grey air,

void of the warmth of shared space

sometimes I sneak away

to send a fluid rush to my veins,

entrancing my mind in a fictional fantasy.

alone, I bathe in my secrecy,

cleansing my skin with vibrant truths.

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Diamonds and Milk

Once covered in diamonds, Ive got nothing on this skin but filth
Once my heart was bathed in milk, but now its rotting in s***
Down on my knees, the crushed onyx under skin, burns
Down on my knees, I see the alarm and panic ringing out loud
Just a long road, I keep my face paralell to the ground
Just a long road, I keep my body moving through the sludge
Inferior and covered in dust, I crawl up onto your prayer rug
Inferior and covered in cuts, I inch my way up to your prayer rug
Cracked fingernails, dirty skin, shaded eyes, slow, thick blood
My cracked hands wear your beads through, down to the heart
Once covered in your diamonds, Im nothing more than sin and lust
Once my heart was bathed in mothers milk, but now its failing slow
Down on my knees, tears are mercury pools in my perimeter
Down on my knees, Ill take it, take it out on me
Just a long road, I keep my face hidden, punish me
Just a long road, I keep my body moving, punish me
Inferior and covered in scabs, I just want to crawl up into your lap
Inferior and covered in scars, Ive stopped bleeding, love me now
Cracked fingernails, dirty skin, shaded eyes, slow, thick blood
My cracked hands wear your beads through, down to the heart
Once covered in diamonds
Once bathed in milk
Im cracked open and sore
But please let it hurt some more

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Just the beginning

Regret… My reply to "HE"; a poem written for me by SOS!

Where to begin… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I enjoyed you immensely even back then You meant more to me than just a friend The closer we became The more I felt it would end… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We always had fun Never thought about the long run No commitments to each other Yet we were more than friends... We were lovers… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Too good to be true... Just look at the clues Remember "no expectations" Remember we are "just cool" Remember these were our rules... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We both had issues and I didn’t think twice I was soft and gentle offering wisdom, experience, and advice Personal experience reminded me of the pains in your life I knew something was wrong... I felt something was just not right... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ But we had nothing to lose No future in sight How I wish you trusted me I needed you to shed some light… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What were you feeling How were you dealing That your heart needed healing Revealed what you were concealing… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Left to answer these questions on my own Left in the dark all alone Left with the door cracked in “Danger Zone” Left with fear of the unknown... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FEAR TOOK MY HAND AND LEAD ME TO ROAM... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’d been hurt just a short time before My heart was hiding behind steel doors Somehow you cracked it and let fear in Fear is powerful and fear did win... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THANKFULLY THIS WAS JUST THE BEGINNING... THIS WAS NOT OUR END... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Only time will tell if our wounds are healed Little by little we break the seal's of fear Little by little we open up and reveal What’s in our hearts and what we truly feel… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We have learned from the mistakes of our past Taken a new direction; created a new path Neither one of us is hiding behind a mask This time will be better... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THIS TIME I HOPE IT WILL LAST... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lay

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Refusing To Listen

Everyone telling me where to go:
Turn left,
Turn right.
I don't even know who to listen to anymore;
I don't even know who I am anymore.
God, please speak to me
And tell me where to go
And show me what to do
Because Your voice is drowning out in the madness
Or maybe I am just refusing to listen.

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Can you hear? 

Can you see? 

It’s coming, 
It’s moving, 
It’s smiling, 
Don’t you know? 

It’s cackling, 
It’s snarling, 
It’s laughing, 
It’s here for you. 

With a last moment…

…You’re gone…

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No Where Left To Run

There's no where left to run
and no where left to hide
The enemy is at he door
And the walls are closeing in 
I'm trapped  and  terrified
I gasp and heath I'm suiffocating
and cannot breath
The writings on the wall
I'm naked and feeling so small
I'm at a loss
as what to do haven't a clue no more
I may have won many battles
But I've yet
to win the war.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.

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The Last Great Day


The words of God are a great comfort The day—the Last Great Day—depicts judgement That will come upon everyone equally God hasn’t even begun to work With the mass majority of the world But His glorious salvation is revealed to all But for all to hear, The spiritual component of God Will be added to their thoughts —their ears will open They will have the opportunity to repent There will be judgment For those who really long to change, Doors will be open For those who choose their own way, He will throw into the Lake of Fire with Satan —a most merciful action For any way except God’s is the path leading to evil And in due course to anger, Sadness and death Those who choose to be gone Will be gone Many will weep and mourn… Until the day of Judgment, Prepare Once you receive the knowledge of the truth Practice it For you will be held accountable For your sins God will not overrule our human will He wants us to choose And continue to choose Not all names will be seen in the Book of Life I will be among the weeping
*inspired by John Anderson* -a special thanks to Charles Henderson for helping me edit this piece. It looks so much better now! Thank you!-

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Dear Lord Almighty

Dear Lord Almighty,                

                This may or may not be a strange request
	Father, who aren't in,( Heaven )
	Master of the universe
	God of all, Gods
	My question to you, is
	May I die in my sleep
	For, in peace
	Is the way, I want to go
	Because, Dear Lord
	My only , Father
	I have suffer so much in life
	I've cried many raindrops
	I've went threw many hot and cold flashes
	I've seen my life, before my own hands
	I've seen so much blood
	Fill the sky
	So, as I lay my head down
	Can you, think of my request
	May, I die in my sleep
	For, in peace	

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

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Death's Dismissal

         Death’s Dismissal

I have seen death
masquerading in its many faces,
the fear of those holding numbers,
the agony of those not.  Stared into
the dimly fading headlights of the
passing vehicle, slowing as the vision
dimmed, the agony increased.

I have seen death
take the unsuspecting in an instant,
snatch the breath of youth, impose its
ugliness upon an empty future,
string barbed wire upon memory.

I have watched death
peering cowardly from non-existent
shadows, haunting our moments without
care, stealing, in hurtful bits and pieces,
the warmth of life’s slowing breath.

I have touched death
in weakness and denial of my life,
pleaded for release without conviction,
felt the loneliness and terror of submission,
saw the saddened eyes of death’s dismissal,
heard a number called, not mine, but death’s.

John G. Lawless

submitted to Death Shadow – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Justin Bordner

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We Arent Seeds Forever

We are first planted
Planted into the ground
As a seed we don’t know what to expect 
No one does 
We are just carefree
Rolling around in dirt

But then 
When days pass
We are sprouts
The new seeds
Enjoy the dirt
We wonder where those days went
When WE were the ones in the dirt 

We realize
We aren’t seeds forever
Pretty soon we will be
Those beautiful tulips, salmon...or lavender
We have the choice 
To be whatever color we want to be 

But when our first storm hits
When we’re struggling 
To be straight and perfect 
We will remember 
Being a seed 

When we are gasping for water 
Drying out
Wilting away 
Shriveling up
We will remember 
Being a seed

We realize
We are not seeds forever. 

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I want to climb up your ladder but some rungs are broken
I watch your words crystallize as they are spoken
I see your heart pump and your muscles tighten
The voice of fear cancels the voice of reason

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Now here, then there

You tricked me once and tricked me twice
There will not be a next ime
For I shall take your life.

You used to pull the strings
Played with me, made me dance to your tune
Now I want to see
If you can also dance to my tune
But with severed nerves

I shall lead you, fear not
My hatred is now gone,
Forwhy I realize we are the same
You and I, suffer from the same illness:

You seek freedom, as I also do,
No point denying it
Behind your mask of empty words
I spy fear and disgust
You claim to be tired
Tell me that the situation made you wary
You want to forget and to undo what cannot be undone
I offer you my aid, come, there is a way...

You yet lack what it takes to be set really free
Come with me and I shall show you how to get there
to the other side of this dark and cruel hall
But be aware, this is an one way ticked trip, but who cares?
For when you meet me there you shall see
See that what lies here and hinder your forwarding to a more blessed realm
With its strings righteously cut and heart full of joy, there will be no regrets
Only the one to not have done that sooner.

Enough. I feel confused but I still know what must be done
Are you still with me?
I must call her now, my old friend
She is nice, if you know how to amend to your side of the road
She ought be our guide, mine and yours
Quick now, shall we go?

I must keep my word and lead you, look
The first steps are fast, look
Will open a few holes on our cage of flesh, look
Dig deep, dig fast, don't stop until senses fails and head goes numb, look
From which you can see the inside of you, look how I really am, look
Ugly as the outside, but to be ether this shall not matter, for both of us

What you may come to feel now, may cloud your thinking,
may make you doubt me, perhaps to think
I wish to make you miserable, that I mislead you to a trap.
That I did not. For, to you, I do not lie.

The woe, my dear, lies in our hearts, on this husk
The very same which we have no use anymore, none of them and none from here
Don't think bad of me, please
For I only want to set you free.
Close your eyes and follow me...

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There was something to be said.
From your mind I could detect the words, the actions and primitive desire to unite.
You sailed off, up hill on your bicycle.
It could be one-sided these ideas. 
I could see your life as I saw my own past,
as you soared off, up hill, I waited for your turn and a glance.
I felt it best to relax and keep my mind silent.
I had showcased my passion, a dangerous process, what were you eye's saying?
You grasped the handlebars, looked through me and awoken my instincts.
You were a girl, a women, who allowed me for one night to drop my guard.
As you sailed off, up hill on your bicycle.

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My Baby

You are my rock, The shelter of 
my heart, The house that builds 
me, on this white pearly, golden,
platform, with our father, 
The Almighty, You are 
the seed, planting me, In A 
garden of full bloom, beyond 
the growth of A flower, You are 
my blanket, Of Southern 
Comfort, That kept me warm, 
Without you there's "NO 
MEANING," to my LOVE, I 
thank GOD, the day He put you 
on this EARTH, and MADE you 
MINE, My Baby you are that 
precious gem, In my eyes, I 
gleam shinning,TRUTH N' HONESY,
Never To Loose Sight,Never To 
Make You Mad,or Never To Make 
You Angry,Never To Make You Cry, 
Never To Break Your Heart, 
Never To Abuse, Nor Neglect, 
I only want to give, You A 
as we go hand n' hand to 
begin, This conquest journey, 
against the burning sun, to the 
ends of the moon, "YES," we 
will struggle, Even fight like, 
The cats n' dogs, but what 
relationship doesn't, it will only 
make us stronger, or it may
even break us, but as we strive 
to our best, forth each 
other, To bond our passion, 
in wed-lock,,,,,
Because loving you, 
makes it all worth the wild 
against the sand... I love you, 
My Baby!!!

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Loss of innocence

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

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

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

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

As still so much is lost by all...

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It's Simple

It's simple.
We make it much more complicated than it is;
Just live.

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Let Go

I almost forgot to look up today,
And see the setting sun throw stripes across the sky,
My mind was clouded with worries from work,
Thoughts bouncing and replaying around an exhausted head,
A whirl, a tired mess, 
No room even for the music of my car radio,
I had to switch it off,
A head that was too full, 
Grinding teeth and drooping eyes my reward for the day.

Then my eyes caught sight of the trees gently dancing in the wind, 
A small, wooden bird house nestling in a garden,
The jagged shapes of the waves on the lake I drive past,
The ancient ruins of the castle on the hill,
Life has gone on outside my day at work,
And my day could have been more beautiful than I ever imagined.

When I went to the funeral today,
I pondered the life that was lost,
I questioned my own mortality,
No matter what a life looks like,
That funeral is what it ends in,
A beer in a shabby Working Men’s Club and a stale sausage roll.

So do I want to miss the stripy skies or go a day without feeling the wind on my cheeks?
For one day it may all be far from me, 
I may be absent and lost, 
And I don’t know where my soul will lie, 
Or what it will have missed.

One thing I have learned today,
Is that if I can learn to let go,
I will learn to live fuller and longer. 

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Scam of the Con Man

Who hasn’t heard of the Nigerian Letter or the Australian Lottery won?
So what about you’re kids in college… what for them is going on?

My son found a job posted on the University’s Nursing jobs bulletin Board.
Apparently several students applied to take care of an old man coming into town.
They were each approved separately, and then sent a check…
Plus a list of nursing supplies and a wheel chair they had to pay for and pick up.
Apparently, the place to work with had already been set up.
Once everything was paid for, they were ready for the job.

Instead all they got was their accounts cleaned out.
And the Nursing supplies were another part of the scam, my dear.
In the end the money they had was gone with everything saved from the student loans.

Now the problem was made and you know what? Guess who didn’t care?
The police, University, and bank said it happens all the time.
Of course they turned away saying it wasn’t their concern.
The bank told my son he owed $3400 more, even through he was the victim of the fraud.
The Banks fraud department yawned and said they wouldn’t look into what was done.
In fact, they were sending his accounts into collections to attack him even more.

Slough it off, and attack the victim, and of course none of them would do their work.
Mail fraud, money fraud, and con men involved… across state lines meant nothing at all.
Attacking the victim is not where the Banks, police, and university belong.
So let me tell you The States’ Attorney General is the next on the list.
The Attorney General and the Federal Government is where to go, my friend.
Don’t give up on the internet, there are help groups there, that abound.
Tell your children of the game… to keep them far away.

The bank wants my son’s next student loan money for collections on the debt…
And he will have to work full time at minimum wage to survive.
You might say everything at the moment… is truly upside down.
But we will fight unendingly… to straighten everyone out…

What a Christmas job deal breaker… and what a way to find out…

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A Sinner Like Me

I'm a mess.
I've ruined this body You've designed;
I've ruined this heart You've shined;
I've ruined this breath You've shared;
I've ruined this life You've cared.
I've demolished this freedom You've given,
Yet You give it to me again.
Time and time around I have failed You;
Weak and falling trying to please You.
Earning I cannot for this is a gift from You.
Please forgive me;
Please save me:
You've picked me up and brushed me off;
Thank You for redeeming me.
Thank You for redeeming a sinner like me.
I have fallen once again.
I'm a mess,
But You forgive me.
You save me
Time and time around,
You brush me off and pick me up.
Thank You for redeeming me.
Thank You for redeeming a sinner like me.

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Blood Shadow

The sky is now dark,
nothing but the moon and
stars provide a source of light.
Everything appears still as
though life has been consumed
by a creature of uncouth nature.
The ground is bare, not even a
rat scuttles across the muddy
A wolf howls in the distance
disturbing the spine-chilling
Nothing moves and nothing seems
to live in this once bright
Slowly a shadow grows from
the depths of hell, like 
an obscure plant growing from
the dry soil.
It slithers like a snake along
the muddy path in search of a
innocent life form to feed
upon, fuelling its unbeating heart.
Suddenly it strikes with almighty
strength, latching on to the purest
of skin.
Slowly blood pours down its once
dry throat creating pleasure
of unimaginable intensity.
Its victim struggles endlessly,
fighting for dear life but its
efforts are futile for life has
been drained from within its
pitiful body, now grey
and sombre.
Another life has been taken
leaving nothing but an empty
shell upon the muddy path,
the hunger has been quenched
but until the next time the
veil of darkness drops the
shadow will return from the
depths of hell.

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Inspiration: our Daily Bread of Life

Inspiration is all around me.  It swirles in the midst of darkness and deceit.  
Blinded by dry tears...the deliverers of this blessed word find me when I know not what to look for or where...
I and my kind walk in circles looking for and end to pain, deceit, betrayal, unlove, uncareing.  We are looking...but not invane.  

When the circles we walk in seem endless take heart and know that it is not a downward spiral...  Keep looking and you will see...  
     (C)....Catherine Buchner    2012

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An interview with Sin

An Interview with Sin
As the moon argues with clouds in winter’s tormented sky
A frail life lingers in the shadows
Waiting for deaths hello
To ride the waters of dawn
On a black majestic funeral swan.

Through frosted windows, 
A whispered presence
Drifts into mortal conscience
Mirrored in dancing apparitions,
Around the candles flicker.
A voice that is familiar
Yet distant in the memory

In the Rocking chair a figure
Speaking, plumes of mist
Looking from a dark abyss
Where once there was a face,
The scratching of a Quill,
Writing, moving across a veil of grey,
Hiding the pages beneath
Words ringing in the brain
I am the collector, the scribe
Your confessor and your obituary
The keeper of the book of time
Come sit with destiny
Shall we begin?

What form shall I be?
An angel to the faithful,
Or the demon to the liar
Perhaps a treasured friend
I come in many guises

For I am the poet of life
Saints and sinners, Kings and beggars
Good and evil
All accountable in the ledger of time

The quill will sense your soul,
Though your heart will try and hide,
The truth, the person that is you.
You were given a conscience 
And that will always betray you

Your page is for another to judge
Your existence a statement of your worth
The outcome, the navigator 
To where your swan will fly 

Fear not, for many sins lie here
The harvests of war and famine,
The indifference of man and
The corruption of the planet
All lie here.

Sin created my destiny, my prison,
I cannot go into deaths kingdom
Not until the sun turns red
And the rivers run dry
I wait for silence to shout his name
Till all that is now is gone,
Then my sentence will be done

The sins of the world belong to me
And the last page waits for my confession
And then too I can take the swan’s journey
Though I fear eternity has no happy ending for me.

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My Problem

Born to live,
Never wanting to die,
fearing death to its every limit,
as blue eyed death grabs my shoulders
and laughs with grim
and I fear death even more.
Car crashes, murders, greed and envy
takes me to a place where I can't find hope.
Laughs grow and brings tears to my eyes,
I hope off trains and dodge cars driving down freeways
taking time to sit down and look at my ways,
that push me left nor right.
Up nor down can I see the time tick away
I can't wait till I walk Jacob's ladder,
till a black demon tears me down,
and sins rip me open,
like a surgeon to a patient on a table,
Me, myself and I take time to see the wrongs in life.

Do I dare shake the vines from the dark green jungles
that tangle deep in my mind, body and soul?
I shake with vengence when time turns its face from me.
Time has no time for me
and she takes me by the hand and wastes my life away
with endless heartbreak and drunken whores and buffoons,
who care only about themselves.
The evil souls burn away,
and their blind eyes do not see what they do to others' hearts and souls.

I believe the strangeness of me is that I love too much,
and care too much to actually open my eyes and see what burns away
infront of my very eyes.
I only see what my heart wants to see
my romantic side kills me away,
while my physical being is falling apart with heartbreak and sorrow.
The strange part is,
love was never there to be found,
and the strangeness of me,
is that I love too much to see blue eyed death coming to get me.

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Death, it is a sad way to go

Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upon my stone face, upon the face, lays a simplistic smile
that shows no emotion, no teeth, no life.
Death, it is a sad way to go.

People hurry, say their goodbyes,
but when your alive,
they never come around, they never call, they never even think
of you and how you are feeling.
While you walk the streets, with a smile on your face,
nothing but knives stick sharpe in my back and gossip
burns a hole in my soul and heart;
but I keep on walking and smiling.
I keep rolling on through like a summer hurricane
tears apart a coastal city in the heat of June weather,
Walking till death comes to shake my hand and grin at my soul.

Then as you lay their in your casket
with a buqouet of your favorite flowers, (Roses and Tulips)
they sit around you, the same faces, the same blind eyes
and they all shed tears and says good things.
Too late for that don't you think?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what relief you get,
when finally departing in peace and leaving the drama
and careless people in your life.
After I am put six feet under, a week of crying passes,
After two weeks I am lost and long forgotten,
nothing but a stone at my cranium to keep me company
and my new friends, who sleep along next to me.
Dead and forgotten, but the dead never forget their fellow lost souls.
Only the living forget such souls that were so good to them,
now they are gone,
I am gone.
How do you feel, now that I am gone?

Death, it is a sad way to go, but what peace you recieve in Paradise.

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A Thin Line

Ghouls and goblins, ghosts and Ghidora—the three headed monster
Dracula and demons, dragons and dementia—insanity 
The Ripper and Reaper, Rosemary and Risiki—inside the dark forests 
Spike and Samara, Sasquatch and Sabrina – the teenage witch
Jason and Michael, Freddy and Chucky – Child’s Play
They shall frighten you, they shall humor you
They live in your head, in your mind
in your thoughts and in your dreams.
Flooding the light with darkness or
Evasion of darkness, therefore being unafraid
Horror – shuddering fear, frightfully shocking.
Serenity – being serene, feeling calm, 
and the line between the two, being one with no life. 

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The trip that changed my life

As I walked on the ship it was like walking into my destiny
A new life is awaiting for me
Finally I can start my dreams
I am free just me and the breeze
 That hits my face as we sail away
I’m nothing special you see 
Just a young boy now at chasing a dream
that I can be anything I want to be
My mind is at peace as we sail away from the port
Listening to the music my feet began to believe
As I dance along to my own tune and see all those who believe just like me
The rich take this trip for fun
As the poor take the trip to become
The difference between the two of us is made sure of
Bottom deck is for us and upper floor is  for glory
But this is just a ride for me to travel and to see
As the rich are pampered, we sing and gamble
Card games and whiskey are what we do
Who would of thought this ship wouldn’t make it though
1316 departed out to sea and to think many lives would be taken before reaching their dream
It was a cold night when the lights started to flicker and passengers started to scream
What happened next wasn’t something we could believe.
The ship hit and iceberg and started to sink fast.
Family and children were frantic.
Life boats where loaded for only the best
Mother and children first as other where trying to fasten their vest
The water was cold as people where throw in by the boat itself
The band kept their composer as they sang their best
As other tried there hardest to survive this horrible mess.
I myself held on tight, this wasn’t my dream, I was filled with fright. 
I shook inside for those who were dying and stayed strong for those trying to stay alive.
It felt like hours even though it was quicker than that
The boat broke in half and lives were lost like that.
Now in the water myself I struggled to stay afloat.
I felt my body letting go.
As people screamed and shouted for love ones they had be separated from
Reality set I was alone with no one to hold on to.
I held on as long as I could my body numb, I could barely breath.
The light shown and yell is anyone out there but I couldn’t be seen
I could not speak nor move and I was filled with fear.
My thoughts where lost and death was near 
as the boat shine its light one me and grabbed my hand.
I awoke cold and wet, safe.
But the thought still fresh in my head, the Titanic had sunk

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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,

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So Afraid

Fell asleep and couldn't wake up,
Fighting against a black shadow,
Somebody please wake me up,
This shadow holding me down,
Never seen such a thing,

Kicking and screaming as I try to lift myself up,
The shadow strongly holding me,
Still crying out for help,
No one can hear me, but myself,
Repeating to myself this is just a dream,

The spirit finally left,
Someone cut the light on in my room,
Which help me woke up from the danger of doom,
Boy I was so scared,
Really didn't no what to do,
All I can tell you is my dream was true.

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The Middle Born

The Middle Born
By: Tyner Twine 

Shaking hands, pains unexplained,
I struggle forward without regret
my body and soul betrays me instead
The Shadow casts its veil; I can't be free
And I became a child once again before Thee
Every skip and beat of this heart in pain
And every pang of anxiety
Leaves me in the mercy of the unseen Deity
Leaves me vulnerable, oh so vulnerable
To keep reliving this past as the child, so pure and gullible
Born second of the three, 
Born to be a  wild spirit, born to be free
Heart so freely giving, this dreadful side of me
Desperate to be loved, the blasted blinded innocence 
Betrayed by blood and lover and friends
And I became, at the end, nothing but dead.

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Farewell To Fear, I Sing S-L-O-W-L-Y

Farewell To Fear, I Sing  -S-L-O-W-L-Y.

A nameless  fear grips me 
when your name is uttered
fragments of shunned past
rush in and push me back 
into that inferno, where you reign,
where you smile and scythe,
where you engulf  more than what you need.

I pray,
-my only arms against you-
winter will have you frozen
in breath and pith, squeeze
life out of you, 
burn the 'demon -you' to ashes;
make earth a better abode
for the meek ones' right to their share .

Your vile grin, diminished now,
my fear begone and low,
a lone bone gnawed by mongrel canines,
not any more.
My heart gathers grit 
bit by bit,with each beating pulse prayers answered, 
to bright  moments of future I march.
... my farewell song to fear,
I sing.... S-L-O-W-L-Y.

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Street Cred

Houses on parade
Guards to civilisation
A great divide between man and space
Escapism opposed to reality

Sentinals stand at either end of street
Neighbourhood watch
Dangerous tongues gossip
Prepare for another enslaught

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The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**

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I Do Not Want To Be Afraid Anymore

I want to be your guardian.
I want to be your resort when you're at you're lowest, 
I want to be the wings to lift you to a safe haven.
I want to be the only existing thought in your head at night before you fall asleep.
I want to be the one to make you happy with yourself.
I want to fold you up and embrace every fiber of your being.
I want to protect you from everything, including yourself and me.

I do not want to be the object holding you back in life.
I do not want to be what you waste your time on,
doing all of the above mentioned things,
when you could be spending your time on meaningful things.
Such as loving yourself. 
I do not want you to know as much as you do about me,
my weaknesses, the struggles I face daily with myself and my inner demons.
I do not want you to know these things because I'm scared.

I'm scared of you using these against me some day.
I should be afraid, or at least I think I should,
because that's all that everyone else has taught me to be.
I do not want to be afraid anymore.

Of course I really do want to be what you waste your time on,
and of course I really do want you to know all the things you know about me,
I'm just afraid.
I do not want to be afraid anymore..

I thought being with you would fix me, would mend my broken pieces.
I was wrong. You can help me, but only I can entirely fix myself. I am afraid.
I'm afraid of change, I'm afraid of being so dependent on you.
I do not want to be afraid anymore.

I guess I don't know what I want.
Because the only thing I've spent my time on wanting for the last year at least, is you. Every little thing about you down to the cute little
mole above the right side of your lip. The little hairs that develop on your chin if you don't shave for a couple of days.
Everything about you drives me crazy. You possess all the things I look for in a person
and I didn't even know I wanted all of those things until I met you. 
You've treated me better than I ever imagined I deserved to be treated. 
I could never fathom I deserved to be treated with such kindness,
because all I've ever known is the hatred from myself.
I don't know what I would do without you in my life.
I'm scared of what would happen if you weren't there.
I do not want to be afraid anymore.
Hopefully, I don't have to be.

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I See Humans

I see humans
I see heaven
I meet humans
I draw nigh to hell

Oh cherished humans
Please wane at once
Oh no- more humans
Halt this blood bath

Judgment is near 
Is all I hear?
Though near is far-off
Near a myth to be 

I see humans 
I see heaven
I meet humans
I draw nigh to hell

We need to hate
Yes its human’s nature
Said it’s normal
But how can it be?

Need to understand
Clarity all I seek
Why hate is so strong
Why humans are so weak

I see humans
I see heaven
I meet humans
 I draw nigh to hell

Love is so brief
A beauty we all chase
A clear picture
We scarcely see

We branded the clue
And know well the cure
Still we remain feeble
No act nor attempt or move

I see humans
I see hell
I meet humans 
I know I’m in hell 

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A Hospital Stay - Part III


                                                       The Last Good Day

All looks well when half a week's gone,
Though I wish the same might be said
Of the outside world.

As morning sunlight streamed into my lower-floor room
Shining bright among the  hopeful on a cooler morning
Just as Gulliver's god was beginning to matter to me again,
Madness claimed the rush hour.

Five random shootings occur
All over the nearby city
Marking the opening
Of a festival of Death
Soon to rage 'til October's end.
Now each day that follows
No one outside of walls can call themselves safe.

     Unknown to me then
     I was no longer safe myself.
     Invisible snipers of a different sort
     Were collecting to come for me.

All seemed so well;
The crashing feeling of the Sitting-Up Ritual
Was receding, and the ally of morphine
Less and less required.

But a strange constriction announced itself,
Some subtle, unseeable python
Was beginning to coil about me;
The drawing of breath gets harder and harder from this day forth,
And no one  seems to know why.

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I can laugh all night
Until sunrise
That might sound childish

I can act foolish
But I deserve 
To be treated right

I’m proud of myself
For preserving my 
My child innocence 

I can be naïve 
But I’d rather
Use my childlike brains

I have a grand gift
Of uplifting
The distraught spirits 

I can be mature
But who cares...I’m

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Lasting Freedom

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of LASTIN FREEDOM you know what I mean.

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Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.

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The Day Our World Changed

I lay in bed last night thinking of 
 everything and nothing, as I often do.
  For some reason or maybe for no reason,
    I thought of playing on my slip-and-slide 
     when I was a little girl.
In Florida, summer lasts from April until October.
We were always looking for ways to cool off.
That memory led to another and another. 
I remembered our neighborhood.
It came to life everyday with the sound of children's laughter.
Now, I often sit by my window hearing the silence of children 
indoors playing video games. Safe behind locked doors.
Occasionally, the birds come out to play 
or I hear a bull frog croak.
Squirrels run across our fence line searching for places to hide their treasures.
(The neighbor leaves out peanuts for them. The squirrels appreciate the gesture.)   
When I was a little girl, I caught grasshoppers and lizards, but not frogs. 
I didn't like frogs. 
I thought of my succession of childhood bicycles.
I felt free as I zigzagged through the street
riding with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
I haven't felt that free in a long time.
In those days, I never felt lonely.
I could always find a friend to share a secret with 
right outside my door.  
Our parents never thought they would send us outside to play
and never see us again. 
The neighborhood was our playground.
Until the day a young boy disappeared from a shopping mall
only ten miles from my childhood home. 
He was kidnapped, killed and decapitated.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.  
On my playground, shadows lurked and everyone was a stranger. 
I cried when I saw the picture of the little boy 
with the baseball cap and toothless grin. 
My brother was the same age as that little boy. He had nightmares for a while.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.   

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Debbie Guzzi's Fear contest
Second place finish

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Rest In Peace


                               Possum ran
                               out in road, 
                             me squash him, 
                               like road kill,
                               Under shoe,
                              Rest in peace,
                              Dear friend...

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To a love ill never let go of, sorry

you whispered sweet doubts into my ears
but i was so blind to acknowledge the fears
ill never regret how i felt for you 
but you seem so far gone, i don't know what to do

i only did what i thought was right
but i guess i lost all fear and extinguished the light

Bay, i wish i never left 
but its to late to take it back

Bay, i wish i had some sort of sign
to know your OK

i have this horrible habit of making a mess of things
you might think it funny
but i jump when the phone rings

i hope you dont blame me for what happened 
but then again it must have been my fault
im sorry

i guess all those times i apologized were in advance
for the heartbreak that i probably brought down upon you
bay, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry if you ever read this
you'll finally understand the way i still feel about you 

nobody ever said it was easy 
but nobody ever said i would fall this hard

i miss you 

im sorry
im sorry 
im sorry 
im sorry
im sorry

please bay, im sorry 
please bay 

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The smile, so tender and byzantine,

stretches to cover

a mouth gagged by truth.

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Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept

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Burn Away


We have all lost our way
To see starlight gazers
And men with broken hearts,
Seeking love in all of the wrong places;
Vacant lots, where women all looking for something,
But not quite knowing what they look for.
We have all lost our way.

The only hope of humanity
Is the shining sun
That breaks through the blinds of my window,
And the faint memory of me and her
Lying on our backs in a grassy meadow,
Holding hands
Looked up and counted stars.

Cities burn away,
Sky, stars, moon, sun all burn away;
The grassy meadow
Where we once lay, all burns away
Everything burns away,
Memory and desire and love all burn away
With the snap of a finger, and a new man
In her own life,
And I burn away.

A picture of her hung high and praised,
A picture of me, in a dark box
That collects dust, in some lonesome
And dusty, cobweb infested attic.
And I burn away with a new day.
I burn away.

A nightmare that I can’t awake from,
It is endless and repeats
When thoughts of her are all over my mind,
I cannot take such nightmarish reality
Too see her and smile,
And she walks away without a trace
Of ever returning.
And I cry,
And I burn away,
The tears wash the fire away,
And turn me to ash,
The wind picks me up and takes me away.

And for one peaceful moment,
I do not cry,
I do not burn away.
For a moment I am happy
And I smile,
And go away for a while
And let them all sleep in peace.


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Strong At Will

A beautiful man,
Strong at will,
Comforting those,
With more to spare,
A growth small,
Time will tell,
Walls of each cell,
Holding pain to fall,
History has lead,
The fact of death,
Given dates,
Marking with an X,
The heart keeps moving,
Promising a thin line,
Forming an answer,
Living or dying,
As he looks over,
The colors fade,
Moving slowly,
Squinting to see the shade,
His child kneels,
To pray for Dad,
The agony kills,
Expecting the bad,
Cold room,
Cold memories,
Many people in mind,
Pages listing,
Of information read,
Knowing what they could find,
Finding hope,
On each date to see,
The circle to know,
What’s in store to dream?
We’re not promised today,
But live like we are,
Know that some,
Just want to get far,
Cancer is sick,
The card not to pick,
Accepting new discoveries,
Remaining real is wealth,
Only promised this moment,
The rest is our health.

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I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.

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Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in

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That tare

Be still my muscle
be still

Oh how I fear the tare

Each day 
puts forth light
rendering new prospects
for the tare

Be still muscle
be still
as I stare…
again retreating from the 
in fear of
that tare

tare: as in reject (Arabic) pronounced: (ter)

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This is what happens when I write a poem pissed off

Look deep and hard
Into my eyes.
What do you see?

Neither pain, nor demise.

The burning hatred
Like fire inside
Heats up the very beast tonight.

Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.

Show all.
This is just a game.

When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.

When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.

In the distance,
There will be a scream.
Not of joy,
But pain and suffering.

This little game
You tried to play.

It got tried, weak.

Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.

I am no angel.
I'm not a devil.

Play me as a fool,
I use you like a tool.

I'll watch you cry.
Hurt. Bleed inside.
Watch thepain shine through your 
very eyes.

Yes, in the end
I will be the one laughing.

Yes, in the end
I will be the one smiling.

While you risen so high, off your 
stubborness and pride.

I'll enjoy every second
When you fall
Weak as you lost it all.

Your game is up.
Enjoy this bringing of hell.
For.. It's my turn now.

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Love: Contemplating On Your Doorstep

(Oh, how time goes by, hm?
It's been...
A long while since she last said 
She remembers;
Your smile-
Despite your unnerving hand-
Said you wanted to plenish a
Rogue tease
On her lips. Which was fine 
But time went, and desire 
disguised itself,
Spiralling into satirical hatred. And
Somehow between
Ponders and dreams
Of whispering tickles
Inside your ear,
She escaped a fate chosen for her.
And maybe that's why she came.) 

As I stand here
Below your window;
A tattered red wired on my 
Despite all
Unwarranted barter
Against it,
I couldn't help
But be here.

Don't get me wrong.
I argued it profusely,
Though you'd say I always do,
But as I stared into the silver 
It was almost inevitable!
Fate as you too, would say,
That my fingers should grasp
That dress you once loved,
And quiver its stream
Upon my skin, 
Flowing loosely into a 
You know I wouldn't have worn 
(How should she begin?)

Remember the time
When the splattering colour
Thrashed its way upon
The black canvas of night?
You stood off
And I stood even farther.

I called you...
And wished you all the best.

Albeit the deafening
Insult I cradled with wishes,
Echoed in your humoured mind,
I meant it.
The words were as genuine
As the heart throbbing
Under the chest
As I watched, lost in those 
Thinking of...


Forgive me.
I should have called
And declared my timely arrival.
You probably have
A matter of importance
To uphold.
But as I recalled...
You loved sugary treats...
And maybe when your diligence 
For just a moment,
And you crave a sweet for 

You would only to place your 
hand in 
To take it...
(Why isn't she quick
To the point, lad?)

I'm sorry.
I know you'd like to hear this
From someone else,
Spewing it from the throat.
But today
In all of the disguised things you 
I wanted you to understand.
I was hoping,
All that changed would be 
By what I needed to tell you,
If I could.

(If only she could...

The truth is,
She knows it is a destiny
A fated destiny...
Though one that does not start 

For even if
This door swung open
And her heart bloomed.
Even if, you wielded,
The words of 'I', and 'you'
And 'unsheathed destiny'.
Even if...
You scorched her soul
Fervently with honeyed love,
Where before the crafting of 
your hearts
From friends, pains and time,
To be sharper for yourselves;
From you to her and her to you,
I'd have to say
With the overflowing essence,
Of everything I am
That it just isn't meant to be.)

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With her hair in tangles, her body bruised, her clothes torn. . . 
Her virginity is gone.

A single tear is drawn
and slowly it falls. . . 
and slowly it falls. . . 
and slowly it falls. . .
As it's journey ends, her eyelids close.

And as she sits in the cold, black, darkness of the night,
she opens her eyes and mascara lines her grief strickin life.

Her hair in tangles, her body bruised, her clothes torn. . . 
Her virginity gone.

She slowly slides the black stockings over her thin, boney legs.

What has happened is done and what is done is never to be erased.  
For the memory will be forever embeded in her brain.

She never thought such a crule act would be brought upone her. . . 
But it was, and it ended up being a tornado of broken.

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The Privvy, Toilet Trolls

Twas sordid that thought
Midwinter handed a lit 
Oil lamp
Showing the way outside to the shiny black paint of
The toilet door

Lift the latch....clunk! as your eyes scoured the darkness the bushes
For bogey men, trolls and murderers

Place lamp on window sill
Put small buttocks on the winter chilled toilet seat

Heart beats at a quickened pace
As a small scared face gazes 
Eyes foraging the white painted walls
For spiders and daddy long legs
Anything that crawls
And flys 
And eats small, small children

Eyes down on two chubby little legs 
Distant from the floor
And go girl go! 
As quick as you can
As the sounds and rustles blown outside are
The bogey man
He's coming after your guts and gore
Push little lady and try to be gone
The doors ripped off its hinges
And you are dragged into the abyss
And they will all read about 
The little lost Miss.... 

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Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.

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Godess of beauty

It is sir. Darkpoet it is I he who speaks in thy hearts nature, in thy souls root kiss me for eternity in your 
arms and keep is short 

Why art thou so magnificent and full of beauty, draw me near for in thy perfect love 
I cleanse my spirit of all fearBlesseth is thy brush, anointed soul of the King of kings it is thy very hand that 
aparts the color to form my face and I flatter to such talent of which I dream 

Fear no the warmth tht 
consumes thy flesh, yet I tell thee fear not the warmth tht consumes the spirit for tht of which ignited the 
flame is verily thy poet of light

Fear the warmth that consumes thy flesh, yet I tell thee fear not the warmth 
tht consumes the spirit for tht of which ignited the flame is verily thy poet edward of light

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A Soulful Moan

Take me back
My soul's time has come
Take me back
Youth I long
My old soul is close to death
Scared now-take me back

( This poem is written in a Shadoma format which isn't listed in the drop box choices)

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The Buchenwald cat

a couple is walking ‘hand in hand'
on historical grounds

they're not talking
in disbelief of what invisible
yet so present 

overwhelmed by the deadly silence
of the spirit
of hundreds of thousands
passing by also
so long ago in an eternal way

by  exhibited  drawings 
miniatures of art
by witnesses back then

only the sound of countless stones
under their feet cracking
each representing
the forceful presence
of whom once were here

even the birds left the area 
only a black-and-white cat
living another one
of his  endless lives
coincidentally or not on this spot
also in silence
with his body 
crawling us
telling us
so much more


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Today Time Stood Still

Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. 

The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. 

I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen

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Some men are afraid of ignorance
They go about the land seeking truth
Opening their eyes to the filthiest of things
Wanting to know everything they can
They will never be fooled
Their knowledge will open others as well
Where the truth lies, ignorance lies also
Like a child longing for acknowledgement
Some fight blindly toward it
In hope to destroy it with their own two hands
Instead, it blooms elsewhere and grows
The truth shows us where the evil is
It exists as we do and lives as we live 
If evil in the man's eye does not exist
The absence of ignorance is a lie

Some men instead embrace ignorance
They stay where they are, content as ever
Their eyes see and their ears hear
Their desire to know is dull
The current takes them where it may
Truths are all but happenings
Their present is their pedestal
But the truth is still there
Walking in a dangerous dark
Calling on direction and value
Like a starved child screaming for sustenance
Like a father waiting to chastise his son
Ignorance is never ignored by them
It becomes their god
Can embracing ignorance, then, be a sin?

But even the treasure of truth can kill

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written 3rd november 2001

I wake up with another tear
for I have again relived the nightmare
will it ever leave
when will I again be able to see
the past is forgiven
so why is it still living
my heart was broken
but soon after it was frozen
let it lye and the past die
for I have a life to give
but the past is still being relived
how do I stop this past of tourcher
so I can find my future

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Severing the attachment, 
Desperate to liberate myself from self imprisonment,

Each Separation ensuing with agony,
Feeling as my own worst enemy,

Further and further I tear,
Seeking the long sought relief but it becomes to much to bear,

Allowing the mold to feel anew, 
Leaving me in a state of subdue,

Almost craving the need to illustrate  some emotion

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My Silver Heart

My silver heart, what can it be? 
Everything pure and divinity? 
Not quite, actually far from 
As it twists around my restless 

It stands for the heart I aim to 
One of unconditional, powerful 
Not that with broken shards. 

One that beats for life 
And overcomes 
No imploding under pressure. 

It stands for the metal I have 
Coating my heart so I can 
stumble through. 
It gently lies around my neck 
Protecting me from a malicious 

Words, they have pummeled 
"Gay...Fag...Queer" ----- Please 
get out of here! 
My silver heart please help 
Give me the strength and help 
me shed a tear. 

Tears of self-hate and loathing 
But tears that pull me through. 
Please silver heart, I'm begging 
Please help me pull through.

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Will Not Say Them Three Letters

Well to the heaven’s with it.
I'm going in, thru the door, it will be open, see you if you get to the position I'll be.
This is a letter to me, you and every other readers who will read this in there own way. 
Selected few may see me several will not.
I'm gone can't be what I've been about,
will not dwell as if this is it, as if this is all life can bring,
all I’ll be, all this but nevertheless nuffthing,
can't even be how or who I want to be in the times which is placed on me as it doesn't fit 
me, so I'm gone because just fitting in does not make it for me,
Rich Soul I vision of, and dreams always start with a dreamer.
Common heart I believe I have but common is not so common so rare this is, Have to be 
what Tallan trust he can be this way we will be what we need to be, ready for the call, 
because the call will come,
I'm going, the door will be open, I have to hike the steps now,
Thank you for all the angels who have helped I to this point you'll live in me forever.
I'll will not say them three letters but this letter has helped me to be free.
Don't cry because I didn't fear dying but not trying so I did not fear dear as I known to 
myself I really did try and I can't really die,
as my life goes on in all my loved ones hearts, souls, memories and experience's with I,
So from darkness let there be light. 

Tallan J Bent 09.10.09 02:02Hrs (c)    

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January 2nd

Constrains, remorse tarnish me
Selective amnesia, emotional paralysis
You sigh and whisper an expletive,
that reverberates, like an eternal echo-
through my trembling self, a shell. 
Its my birthday, I keep reminding.
It wasn’t a mockery you plead, I smile.
I turn my fleshless skull skywards,
awaiting a single drop of solace.
A brand new diary, the old diaries some pulped, 
some lost, some stolen, hidden in hated nooks, 
Cynical lipstick, frosted cherries always the same colour;
Year after year, brownish orange like anodyne blood.
Sudden longing for parents, for things that were.
Voice break, swing between fantasy and reality,
grows larger until it swallows the frame-
takes a form, becomes a lost paradise.

Kisses, “surprise!” yelled into deaf ears, hugs.
wrapped goodies, another book, another bangle
A useful box of handkerchiefs, immaculate white, blue bordered,
no kitten this year too, atleast a tiny gold fish?
Curry, conversations, a candle blown-
piece of icing and cake stuffed into a placid mouth,
The weary tongue barely tastes the creamy morsel.
Sorrow of unfinished deeds, incomplete thoughts
a vague scrawl, etched, charcoal-black, across the moon mirror.
Ego gives away to egolessness;
Suspended animation, a limp balloon. 
Cataracted inner eye shuts slowly
Age has withered thoughts, 
A stale, out-dated fragment
An archaic ramble; the metaphorical toothlessness,
A long drawn bitter shriek- 
I mumble intelligibly while the rest of the world moves away;
grating breath leaves odour of decayed memories.
Shrunken, withered, old
Senility hath set in
I turned 24 today

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All Else In Between

Here I found a cruel necessity for a new, chilling ambience
There was even a need for the drifting fogs of dreary past 
A need for the blurred emptiness that sadness elates
An unimpeded appetite for a long lost banister of emotional distain

Negative pores glimmered petulantly on polluted shores 
Drawn to an irrefutable cloud of looming gloom
Swollen was the tide of crestfallen reveries—ashen treasuries

There in that dark, empty room of ill refute 
I felt the word ‘alone’ in a new shade of gray
I felt sincerely barren—I hesitate to say
Yes, I welcomed the weak ray of diminishing hope
I disposed of lurid happiness to gamble with tragedy
I both lost and gained
I was both enlightened and degraded
And all else in between

Images sustained their displays on my burning canvas
Lighting up merely to blacken and destroy
Weeping for the sake of weeping alone
I grasped onto the disturbing unknown  
And spat upon my inane, dull, idealistic parables
Never meant for meaning or demeaning
Only remained then was a desperately distilled and angry fright
It was this fright alone that pushed me more to account
That pushed me to curse my every being 
For daring to weep for the sake of weeping
Was a personal sin at best blessed  

There in that slowly illuminating room
That slowly blackening burning room
I both lost and gained
I was both dead innocent and garishly guilty
And all else in between

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Snow White

She smiled at me
With a somewhat semblance of beauty
And with a glare in her eyes
She knows more, she knows my next moves

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison

Bathe in the blood of virgins
I'm calling for you
Name your despair
I'm sure I'll give you worse 

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison
 L-let me taste your poison

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison
 L-let me taste your poison

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I lay there petrified
As they began ripping,
Tearing the roof off of
My coffin

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My Deepest Fears

My Deepest Fears

To be imprisoned and grow accustom to my cell
To witness true love but never love at all
To sing like an angel but my voice falls on deaf ears
To live beyond my children while in my golden years
To lie in bed with a snake between my legs
To cry out loud for help but my voice doth fade
To visit my child in prison from year to year
To be eaten alive by any varmint at all
To work hard the day accomplishing nary a thing
To lose my dear wife as my breath does cease 
To open my eye after the grave
To feel hot bothered tortured and in pain
In knowing the lord my God shuns his face 

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Heart Rust

The oldest man drinks quick sips
Of the Ebony’s night poison
hoping that the meager amounts
wouldn’t accumulate in the soft organ tissue.

But the tricky gray emotions 
Would trickle up from the bog’s soil
Building in the heartier parts
of the man’s main pump--causing rust.

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The Evil Elixir

He's up in the morning at 7 a.m.
Black coffee and paper. Toast and jam
His hair is perfection. His tie is secure
He's ready to take on the day

From home to the office, a 90 minute trip
Dumbass drivers and cell phone quips
Thoughts for the job that race through his head
To help earn himself better pay

A tiger by nine, he's doing just fine
Then noon brings a lunch that's followed by wine
From one until five he then starts to morph
When it's off to the bar for some more

A couple of shots with a beer back to boot
Three hours later he's got a full snoot
An illegal drive from the bar to his home
Now he can really tie one on

The morning sun shines on the man he should be
The evening brings a change by degree
The evil elixir turns man to a monster
With all sense of sanity gone


For the "Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde" contest by Yasmin Khan

7th place winner.

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Missing You

I yearn to see the stars twinkle in the midnight sky when I’m with you
I’m waiting faithfully
I’m drowning in the solitude, missing your enthralling company  

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The Words, His World

He used
to seek solace,
in the turbulence
found within 
his own
distraught soul.

those words,
it brought him 
close to 
the brim of 
yet another low.

In a state 
of denial and 
could be found.

And where
the lies
glorified truth,
the pain
the fears. 

But soon
he realized,
that a poet
fails to exist
his world.

As his mind
is an utopia,
and his words
hidden tears. 

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Better Than Jesus

Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra

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Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end

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Empty Mirrors

Empty Mirrors

Who stole the colored beads
from this kaleidoscope world?
Spinning around seeing no color,
relections of empty spaces,
seem to be the new order

Are they simply tarnished
crusted over from life given?
A mirrored world with no view,
lonliness the new axis,
where life has lost its hue

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The Monsters of the World

My eyes refuse to see the night 
simply as a Cimmerian shade of day 
Not because I am afraid of it...

As a child, you fear going into even 
a dimly lit room in your own home 
because of the monsters in your 
closet or under your bed

As I grew older, I ceased to believe 
they lived in such places in my room, 
but in the shadows of alleyways or parks

I no longer fear the dark nor the 
monsters in my room, but 
the monsters which hide in the world outside

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Sleeping Kate -extended version-

-I love the simplicity of the old one. But this extended version is special, I think...-

Caskets unmade 
Naked bodies sprawled in waste
Yellow, white and pale brown skins all in one
Emaciated fear lingering in the pale eyes

Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully stomp

Nostrils used to the stench
Ready or not, embracing the ash
Afraid to express
Afraid to breathe
Unable to stop the grief

Colder eyes than the dead themselves look on
They are bored, it seems
Untainted by the sound of groans
Unmoved by the crack of weak spines
Spineless themselves, these guards even smile
Frozen, blue eyes iced with a sneer
Black, demonic pupils steadied overtime
The corpses reflected in their transparent gloss

Teeth grind

A young boy picks up a dried hip bone
Small, calloused fingers clutch the last of his father
The eternal frowned mouth is caked with drool, tears and muck
Hair whitened as if ghosts have stolen his youth
This bone is jagged and worn
Once used by force as a bowl for his insect-infested meal
Shakily given to Her—the last She would eat
Before the officials watched Her slowly starve 
Today the bone will be used as a shovel—his final labor
Last effort for closure

The boy knows they are all looking
Both the enemy and the oppressed unified
All experiencing, all watching
He simply knows that overtime,
Tears of hope will decompose the hardest of hearts

And the boy drives his shovel into the hard ground
Pounding away at the chilled, blood-stained soil
Drowning out the groans with his own cries
Flooding the dryness with his sorrows
Breaking up the surface to bury Sleeping Kate

Sleeping Kate showed the officers
The skeleton she built out of bone fragments
Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside
With this truth, she died
With their guilt, they continued life
They tried. . .

The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate
But Sleeping Kate is always alive,
Building skeletons in their minds. . .

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The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.

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Don't Get Lost In Fantasy

Follow the Yellow Brick Road
So the song say

Follow it, follow it on down to something
Something good to make your day

Follow the Yellow Brick Road
To your own personal OZ, your own land of fantasy

And leave behind the cold harsh logical truth
of the cruel world known as reality

Come all and live in a world where you have the power
To mold it however you see fit

Shape your fantasy into a world where you and whomever
Can properly fit in it

To live in a dream world with no, pain, no suffering
No drowning in past sorrows

Just to look forward
to the brightness of tomorrow

Where the people are smiling standing together
All equals side by side

Not one face is hanging in shame
But held high with pride

The buildings reaching higher and higher
Oh Lord look how they reach so high

The birds sing their song as they move
through the sky

But sadly, like every story that is steep
in the genre of fantasy

The time came too fast, it quickly passed

Your dream world of joy turns upside down
into something dark and downright scary

Your colorful world turns dismal ash

The people are no longer smiling, Their
just cold blank lifeless faces

Crowding in various worn out places 
and spaces

Where did the joy go. What brought this depressing atmosphere
you thought you've escaped from.

But in your growing despair, you haven't noticed
there's more dread to come

The buildings are crumbling

The yellow brick road is breaking

The people are disappearing

Your wonderful Metropolis is fading

You become frighten, nay
you become frantic

You look for a way out
Oh Lord where is the exit

Then the ground caves in
right where you're standing

And now you're falling

and falling


Grasping for anything, screaming for anyone listening

Now you've fallen into the dark maelstrom
of nothing, completely lost, forevermore vanishing

What a way to go. A downer, bittersweet ending
to this sad sad story

What is the moral of it all


Pray that you don't get lost in the evanescent land of Fantasy

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A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.

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A Fear Caressed Soul

Many a night I lay motionless
upon a delightfully soft bed
with many thoughts flowing
like water in my mind.
Darkness seems to engulf 
the earth with its invisible
heart that bares no reason of
Thoughts become dreams and 
dreams become stories but still
they are the children of imagination.
Light fails to filter through the
thick, dark cloud that travels across
the sky; even stars seem to be the
essence of myth.
Fear opens its black and bony hands
ready to embrace my soul for the
seed of fear was planted within
my heart by a unknown being many
dreams ago; darkness beholds 
many secrets but most are long
since forgotten.
My soul has been caressed by fear,
it makes my heart beat faster, my
eyes shift from side to side seeing
images that are truly not there. 
A fear caressed soul is one
of commonality that one tries 
to deny then yet it becomes part 
of us during the small periods of death
that occur every night when one’s
head is bestowed upon a feather 
light pillow ready to wander in
to a land that is truly unknown;
the land of imagination.

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dont forget to bookmark them.

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God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…

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Lost feeling all this oppression, I know the Devils right behind me... I can feel him breathing down my neck. Running away from sin following God's voice keep him in my heart turning depression to rejoice.  I feel I'm losing control so i get down on my knees and pray for my soul, I still dont know all the things i have to do or where i gotta go counting on Christ to lead me. he will always guide me, instead of running and hiding i'll stand firm right beside him. I got alot to say with God speaking thru me, im an example and im glad he chose me. He lived and died on a tree arose three days later and in heaven hes residing, abiding listening to his will sanding on his path and thats where im gonna chill, Let me be real take a second to explain how im feeling and not dealing with the devils games he tries playing. I left him behind cuz i ran him over just the other day yea i like it that way.

When im Lost feeling all this depression, I know Jesus will lead me in the right direction... Count on him the bible gives you the instructions, he will take your fear away he aint playing now.. 

When im Lost feeling all this depression, I know Jesus will lead me in the right direction... Count on him the bible gives you the instructions, he will take your fear away he aint playing now.. 

I have a God who sent his son and took the stripes, he Paid the price for my life, a price he didnt have to pay but he loved us so much he couldnt let us die... Jesus you took the weighgt and you put it on yourself, theres no greater love then to lay down your life for your friends. and you did it for me even though im undeserving and I wanna thank you so much. Everytime I fall you open my eyes and show me where I went wrong, you have forgiven me and I have another chance to teach the things you taght me. Lord I am your vessel please use me to your will help me to do the things for which im called let me hear you voice through the Holy Spirit Lord, reach down and touch me.

When im Lost feeling all this depression, I know Jesus will lead me in the right direction... Count on him the bible gives you the instructions, he will take your fear away he aint playing now.. 

When im Lost feeling all this depression, I know Jesus will lead me in the right direction... Count on him the bible gives you the instructions, he will take your fear away he aint playing now..

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Cease Fire

The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.

One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!

The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!

To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!

This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!

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My story live and UNPLUGGED

When I am 90 I will look back and vaguely remember the clothes I wore, the car I drove or the house I lived in. I will reminisce about the places I went, the things I did, and the people I met along the way. My greatest fear is growing old. Not for vanity reasons...I am terrified of looking back and not having anything to show for my life. I will be 29 Tuesday and even just looking back now I only have one good thing that has come from my existence. I want to travel, to gain knowledge and wisdom. I want to be submerged in culture and diversity. I wish only to be open minded and well versed. 

When my father passed away almost 5 years ago, there were people in attendance at his service that I had never met before. Everyone celebrating his life because he had affected them in some way thoughout his time here. He was simple, country, no money...all he had was all he needed...his heart and his hands. That is my one true aspiration... I want to be like him. All I have ever wanted was, when the time came, to die knowing that I too had affected change in the life of atleast one person. Knowing that their life was fuller and brighter and even just a little bit easier because I was a part of it. I don't dream of fame and fortune... I dream of being the type of person my father wanted me to be. Compassionate and kind. I want to understand the world and life. I want to make a difference!

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Don't Open

Don't open the escape hatch until he is far away.
Look out the elongated glass opening right above me.
Only then I can offer proper advice to each soldier.
I read a secret advanced directive I hoped I wouldn't open.
Sometimes it seems everything goes up like a puff of smoke.
Ok laugh at me, in minutes I hope everything changes.
I can't understand why I have all this on my aching shoulders.

It seems our last effort's so enormously futile!
Evan had opened the escape hatch on my order.
Helplessly I watched a bomb enter the open hatch.
A terrible end, my advice caused a disastrous explosion!
No one left, our bodies are nothing except puffs of dust.
All gone, every person in our coffin of death, evaporated.

Con/Vow contest
Feb 14th 2013

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We are the monsters

Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded 
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness 
No such things as monsters

Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters

Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness

Turn on the lights
Turn on the lights
Haunting nightmares

I looked under my bed 
There was a monster
Staring right back at me
I jumped on my bed
Below my covers
I was scared as can be
Shaking at the image of what I have become
There's a monster in my bedroom
Yet I'm all alone

What is happening?
Life is changing
Life is changing
We are the monsters
We are the monsters
There was a mirror underneath my bed
Your eyes can't deny your reflection, it replays in your head
When we all grow up we become the monsters underneath our bed
Don't be scared
Don't be scared
We are the monsters
We are the monsters

We all grow up to be monsters in the end.

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Yellow truth

Those men like calluses put a yellow tape:
"Do not pass!", and start sawing the iron.
And the iron cries.
I stay suspended as a bubble
and tremble. It is time for me to learn the truth:
I know how to fly - or I know how to become a callus 
waiting for those men to build 
some new stairs.  

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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

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On the Backside of Hello

Standing quivering
Vulnerable and still raw
Needing acceptance
Craving a glance….from you
Aching for your hello

Feeling inadequate
Fidgeting hands clamped
Eyes downward
Craving a look….from you
Longing for your hello

Heart sprinting
Pulse tap dancing
Feeling dizzy
Craving a smile…from you
Thirsting for your hello

Feeling dejected
Fearing rejection
Ducking out of sight
Seeing no smile…from you
Hiding from your hello

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Bad Dreams

Author's Note:
surah- chapter of the quraan/ prayer
jinn- invisible spirits which can be good or bad,
and may interact with men and can create bad dreams


When I had bad dreams
My love taught me surahs
That I might recite at night
To prevent my mind 
From being poisoned
By evil jinn...

I thought of gently reminding him
That jinn were not the only beings
Capable of evil-
Nor could they be blamed 
For every troubled mind-
The memory of a smack
Stings at least as much
As from a being of clay as fire;
Harsh words are as scalding
As from a tongue of flame-
At least were it jinn
I could have claimed
It was something inhuman
That harmed me,
Not my own-

I don't say these things-
It's not his fault...
So I smile,
And tell him I love him,
And let him explain to me
How to rid myself of
The only demons he knows
How to protect me from

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The Light

My heart pounds through my chest as I know the end is near The smell of blood becomes overwhelming The sound of my enemy drawing closer His black as night boots walking over the grass crunching the leaves The suspense building My hope is a sinking boat in the middle of the ocean I hear his footsteps halt next to my limp body Smirking with his malicious lips he points the weapon towards me This is it I feel the faith in my heart drop into nothingness I hear the whoosh of the weapon and I give up, but then I see it A beautiful light that seems to be giving me courage Time stops as in that light I see him The love I have cherished for years pushes its way back into my heart I feel my bones tense as my strength returns It’s like an ocean has flown into every ounce of my body returning my humanity I hear his voice inside my head telling me to fight I grab the weapon with the rich taste of victory in my mouth The agonizing pain leaves my body as if I had received a remedy I look into his black eyes, ready to strike, but they suddenly start drifting away Darkness begins to creep in I fall to the ground so hard- my breath knocked out I take one last glimpse of his eyes, they begin to glow blood red with anger Then, while gasping for air, I wake up.

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Falling Deeper

When clouds draw near and all my fears become creepily consuming – 
As paralysis and pain set in the cold blood running through me. 
And every aspiration of accomplishments I dream 
Are passing through my fingertips like dust into the breeze. 

When all the toil, sweat and tears are all I have to show 
Others what I’ve done down here it may come as quite a blow.
Like hurricanes and heavy rains following me around
As shadows in the dark of night don’t ever let me down. 

When uncertainty is the surest thing and reality fast imploding –
And everything I knew before my eyes begins eroding.
The sun, moon, stars, streets, fast cars, family, friends and trees
Everything I took for granted from true love to deep blue seas.  


Into fear letting go of all that’s clear
Something starts to shift inside I know not what, how or why.
All I know is Something good 
Buoys me up like water does wood.  

Floating ‘round still lost in foam but breathing all too well -
Waiting for a life rung to save me from my half-living hell.
Laughing loudly, playing wildly in the broken spell of pain
Thankful for another chance to watch the ocean turn to rain.             

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The Bars

The Bars 
Let me confess 
I was there when he died 
I kept quiet when he cried 
I looked in his eyes as he was fried 
When the police came I lied 
About my sight of the event that changed my life
It was hard to say exactly how it happened 
At first it was about the door I had opened 
I went in there with the intention to steal 
A few cookies and change so I could give 
My 2 year old son Shintsho (Change) 
Change? Yes his name means change 
I had never given him anything I’m proud of before 
That had to change 
All he was always told was that 
“Your father is a good for nothing bastard who is just a sperm donor” 
That was partly true I had nothing to my name 
No Job,no home, no income 
Just selling of fruits on the street 
To pay for my shelter and water 
Waking up every morning 
Pushing the trolley everyday,Given a ticket everyday 
The Metro police taking away the only link 
Between my Son and I 
Making me hate every moment on the street 
They confescated the goods because I didn’t have a permit 
My pain has caused me to drift away from what I innitially got your attention for 
Why ? Why did I open that door? 
I wouldn’t have witnessed his terrible murder 
He was burnt because he refused to open the empty safe 
Why keep an empty safe Safe? 
Why save a cashless save? 
Didn’t he think about the insurance 
Why fight to keep safe what can be replaced 
Money has become more valuable than life 
The fire in his eyes 
Burnt permanent marks in my mind 
The fighting spirit he had showed he was one of a kind 
The kind of person who believes money more valuable than his own life. 
Don’t get me wrong the guys who brutally murded him 
Were wrong ,they were not supposed to take what didn’t belong to them 
I confess that I sat behind the shelves 
I watched him die even when they were out of the store 
I was still in shock 
But that doesn’t justify 
I let an innocent man die 
Today I stand behind these bars guilty of arson 
My fingerprints were all over the man’s clothes 
A few months before that incident I went to the post office 
To get my grant money but my fingerprints didn’t match 
I had burnt them during a fire at my shack 
Fire was following me like I was petrol 
These flames are stronger than me 
I’ll continue writing this poem when I can its too painful to even pour out my thoughts here behind these bars! 
By Slashfire 
© Slashfire Poetry 2010-2013
All rights reserved 

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Out the Door Cold, Daily 43

There couldn’t be a comfortable rejection.
I would rather cut my own head off,
Then to ruminate in your hate.
Holding my man back
Is just my womanly cowardice.

Who wants to accept father’s disappearance?
Avoid anything but the last time out the door.
The man is not afraid to swim with sharks
The maid shivers with awe at the sleek cold blooded.
The ocean is too wide for a still child filled with worry.
And slick enemies dance so well in the dark sea.

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What Have You Done Anna

There's cut all over her arms and thighs
With razor as a tool, she conducted a crime
An intentional kill of a self incapable
A suspect and a victim of a crime that made possible

'twas a clear picture before my eyes
Make myself believed; maybe a humorous display
As I browsed all her feedback; inferred other statements
Picture's authentic; I am not imagining

First time it happened on my Facebook history
Mind and heart collided on an image so shaky
A friend so dear to me and treated me,"Brother"
Have lost all her senses, for a love that started to hate her

I acted rapidly and sent her a message
While tears wrapping on my face
She told me of a love that's broken
Will end-up a life if He's not beside Her

Things didn't work out
Promises didn't shape-up    
Two-hearts fractured as complications rise
The one's still hoping while the other's ready
Is this a mere option of not meeting a desire
Of depression and imbalance of emotion that's inside?

Anna! Anna!
What have you done?
I praise God for His presence
He saved you from the fire
If love is pure and just
You have a peaceful mind
And you will love yourself
As you love him the best
If love is a lie
No one can deny
It will always manifest by taking things for granted
Like what you've done; imprisoned by deception
Dark clouds have covered you with fear and wrong decision

Please Anna, promise me now!
No more blades around!
You're impulsive so please turn around
Say some prayers and ask God's favor
Good thing you're a "Suicide Survivor".

  # Based on a true story
     Last night, I was really shocked seeing the picture of Anna(on Facebook) with bruises all over.
     Thought it was a joke but I'm saddened finding out that its real. Its her!
     She's a friend so close in my heart since school days.
     She attempted to end her life last night just because of a broken relationship!
     This is really not the end of the world!
      She's okay now! God is good!

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If you feel your heart 
Is beating but it is not,
If only you could still
Hear your heartbeat.

I wish to feel the breeze 
One last time
But it seems that 
I cannot feel it anymore.

I feel like I am lost
I guessed nobody will find me
Trapped in darkness like this
I think I am in the abyss.

If I touched someone
It would go right through,
If I looked into the mirror
My reflection is not there.

I realise that I am gone
I am heartless
But I could still hear 
Those sorrows trapped inside.

No more feelings,
No more pain,
No more life,
Nothing will be the same.

If you feel your heart 
Is beating but it is not,
If only you could still
Hear your heartbeat.

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The Lords creations tainted

I used to look at Gods greatest creations
Attempting to acquire creative inspirations
Now blinded by divided nations
Murders by premeditation

Apparent addictions to multiple incarcerations
Wanting fruits of a labor with no perspiration
I cry out for a divine confirmation
A universal realisation leading to salvation

Our minds constantly on the adversarys itinerary
Putting first what should be secondary
Bringing to light what should be buried
Needing separation but to pain still married

If I could polish the varnish of our soul
It would leave my cloth black as coal

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Know yourself ..

know yourself and the things you fear 
and you need not to fear all the fights you go through 
to get passed these obstacles in life . 
sometimes its like a roadblock 
where cops pulling out the spikes . 

it's like i driven over these 
making you lose control of yourself . 

you wanna go right but instead you left . 
if only i knew before i was going to end like this 
then i wouldn't have done this theft 
so what's next ... the promise i kept 
had no longer the effect like i wanted to 
so now its time for me to face the things that im goin through 
lord please forgive me for being such a fool 
but i was young and i wanted to break the rules 
and when i watched the news ... 

i had to face the truth 

i never knew myself nor did i knew my fears 
wich made me go into failure .. 

the life i live today got me trapped with no way back 
and now i know ... my future 
but there is some hope that i will find the path 
otherwise this ends with alot of pain 

and a whole lot of tears 

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Not by night
Not by day
No escape
No way

In your bed
Late at night
There’s no help
There’s no light

On the highway
For heaven’s sakes!
Brace yourself
No brakes

In the air
Take a breath
Oh my God –
Smell of death!

In the bathroom
On the stool
Evil, smiling,
Disgusting ghoul

Climbing the stairs
Bedroom above
Oops!  Whoops!
I get a shove

Love in the night
Better not look
Fatal kiss
She’s a spook!

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Silent Fires

And like that, the mind flashed on
The light was slowly dulling and the darkness was winning
Crushed into sooty shadows
Thoughts spewed from the gloom
Glowing so pessimistically dry
As if by Hades the darkness was fulsome

The quiet rendered all but peace within
Stabbing into the skin
The pinprick of realization 
The drive for recognition
But the sudden snap of sicklied inspiration
Transformed the atmospheric epiphany
Overwrought yet powerless
Consuming like heartless acid
Eating but disintegrating

People crunched up the words
People averted their eyes from the beginning
Others stayed till the end
Enduring through the rubbish
Then turned their heads away for good
Glad it was all over

And still 

Thoughts reveled in and out of negative pores
Glaring in silent fires
Flaring with false light


Always burning

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The Stone Walls

If the heart was stone walls…
The years would build it so high and tall.
It would be so strong, to hold everything in.
Wishes, dreams, even secrets could not escape.
Then, a lonely Soul comes by one day, to admire the walls.
In all it’s days, the walls have seen nothing like it. 
It sparkled like the moon, but still so fragile and little. 
The walls thought, “It couldn’t it be so bad. I must let it in.”
Aware of the consequences it could have, 
The old wooden doors still swung open.
The grateful Soul walked in slow and carefully,
Making sure to pick up any broken pieces it see’s along the way.
They got to know each other well, the walls and that Soul.
Confidence was built, trust was gained.
Some stones did have a few cracks in them to begin with, 
But they were soon banded together with feeling for the Soul that lasted forever.
Only the Soul could say things to the stones that made them want to melt.  
“I love you” was the biggest one of all. 
They were only little words, but they knew how to build the walls up higher and higher.
Days had gone by and time came when the Soul, feeling full and satisfied,
Wandered out those gates, in came in so long ago,
Only to carry on it’s way.
And that is when the walls found the one word that could tear them back down.
“Goodbye.” was all that stumbled out of it’s mouth.
They fell with a shattering crash that echoed throughout the land.
Rain followed, to form a moat.
Protecting the walls that only time could rebuild.
Hoping that one day they could once again swing their doors open
to that sad, lonely Soul. They could only wait.
And that’s what would happen 
If the heart was stone walls...

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Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

I'll See your face again
I swear it
No matter how far away they take you from me
Fading, Going Away, Don't be so afraid
Death is a Dream

The Cross Will Be lighter
Whisper the words
so sacred, so somber

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

A Fallen Angel looms over the lifeless stone
What Happened here must be true
I must live this life without you

Breaking the Silence
She began to Weep
The Epitaph ceasing to know 
We all must Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

The solitude is euphoric as an illusional clock
Of argentine fears swallow the last soul
Goodnight black rose of eternity
Goodnight dearest gothic phantom
Tonight The Earth consumes me

**Special Thanks To My Writing Partner Cayla Carr**

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Deep Down Inside

In my heart, there's a tune dying to come out 
The solitude makes me feel so carefree and you don't talk trash about me like some
I feel like I've been taken advantage of...what's that all about? 
This song needs to have more passion...make me taste freedom 
Don't let the drown...
Deep down inside, 
I need you to leave my side

I'll meet you when I begin my journey 

Deep down inside, 
I want you to set me free from bondage
I need your support to push aside
The waves of fears - it overwhelms my heart
My dreams are nowhere in sight 
Deep down inside, 
I feel your attention is on me
I know you have sympathy...
Deep down inside...

I tried to speak my mind,
But you healed it and I started to unwind
I strayed away into my perplexing maze
But I was guided by your graceful gaze
Deep down inside,
I felt truly happy to find someone who feels for me and there's no need to hide my feelings, though I don't fully abide
In the tranquil light
I should've known that you were right
About where I stand
 I'll be a man...
Deep down inside, 
I think I can
I think I can

I'll meet you when I arrive on the other side 

Deep down inside, 
I want you to set me free from the emotional mess
I need your support to push aside
The waves of misery - it weighs down my heart
My nightscares are gone this holy night
Deep down inside, 
I feel your eyes on me lovingly
I know you have serenity...
Deep down inside...

Feelings of losing you 
Floods my thoughts, burning me with terror and distress
Hoping for a miracle to make me as fresh as morning dew
My blood is at a high out or you'll be caught up in my mess...
is there anything to address?
do you have something to confess?
'Cause deep down inside, 
I know you're hiding something from me 
I believed in your fairytales...
I put my trust in your spellbinding words
You don't have a clue what emotions strike me at this very moment
You made me look like an idiot in front of everybody...
Now I'm considered a "nobody"!!
Your speech enticed me 
You won't listen to my side
Of the story
But deep, deep down inside, 
You you care to tell me what's going on?
All of my faith in you has died
why do you pretend that I'm gone?
maybe it would've served you right if I didn't exist....
You scared away my I feel neglected
Deep, deep, deep down inside

Deep down inside, 
I wanted you to know what upsets me the most is hearing you boast 

I need to forgive you to move forward
Passed the challenges in this race - my legs are aching, but I won't complain just like my classmates in my smelly dorm
My feet run swiftly and I'm soaked as if I was caught up in a rainstorm
My gifts have more meaning than it ever did before  
Deep down inside, 
I feel you're ignoring me on purpose 
I know you're suffering from this heartless disease
Deep down inside...
You haven't really put my mind at ease
You were there to please
Your own heart's wicked ambitions and admirations
While I'm taking a while to recover...

Now I feel unimportant and unsure 
And I'm screaming silently... I wish
I can get over you...
I'll get over it... I have the man guts
To move on and find someone else who will cherish me, not treat me like rubbish You erased my fantastic pictures of the joyous future...that was very uncalled for - you act so immature

Do I feel a special connection with you? 
the answer is there, 
Deep down inside...

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Life is too short

Life is too short

I take look at my life
I could see the green pastures
Which are like garden of Eden
They are full of fruit
colorful fruit
I could see the oranges
mangoes and guavas
I could even smell
the sweet taste of aroma from nature
but I am not there physical
And life is too short
to achieve everything

But once at a time
some say bit by bit
some say steady but surely
what do i say my dear friend
because some people cant stand up strong
some people cant wait for long
while they have mission to complete
and life is too short

too short to achieve everything
What is our youth doing in our communities
ignoring politics while living under constitution
Instead of fighting technical fight
they are fighting physical fights
killing our innocent brothers
raping and robbing the women of our nation
these people have lost their humanity
I shall recall on our great heroes
who stood up and fought for our rights
yet they knew their limits
but they went far beyond their limits
because they knew that life is too short
to live under oppression 

By Siphelele Nsele

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Deathland continued epilogue

I feel a heavy weight go down, down, down, down, deep down in my chest,
Like an elevator descending rapidly down a deep dark abyss, and fear crashing in from all sides with all the weight of an ocean breaking loose closing from all sides, the loneliness stings like a nest of desert scorpions, and the desperation consumes me like the venom of a cobra annihilating me a living cell at a time,
They tell me “a will, will find a way”, religions tell me “hold the hand and it will lead thee unto the light ”But there is no pot to whip up will from, and I see no shining being`s hand,
I see no end in sight to this journey through the wasteland.
Could it end in a different way? Logic says Nope,
Yet I harbor a secret hope,
This was not my decision my call, this birth, I did not vote to live,
I am tired of all this negativity and some things got to give.
Books say, the body is temporary, so is the pain salvation is the ultimate goal,
All empty words with no solace and I am yet to see my soul.
What good is a salvation unknown when today passes in pain, what good is the miracle if the thirsty pilgrim dies and then it comes down to rain?
Reach out in the dark and you may feel me somewhere,
Wandering, wondering, dreaming, pondering,
Like a man on an endless plain chased by a pride of lions looking out for a tree,
Let the weight fall down, let the ocean drown, let the scorpion`s sting, and let the poison do its thing.
I don’t care, in the end I just want to be free,
No happiness, no sadness, no pain, nothing and into nothingness..
I wish to where it all began,
On the edge of the death land, beyond. Always beyond.

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Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 


and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 


that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...

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Sleeping Kate

Caskets unmade 
Naked bodies lie in waste
Can you hear the concealed laments?
Afraid to express
Afraid to breathe
Unable to stop the grief

Teeth grind

A young boy picks up a dried hip bone
Scooping up the soil to bury Sleeping Kate
Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully stomp

Sleeping Kate showed the officers
The skeleton she built out of bone fragments
Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside
With this truth, she died
With their guilt, they continued life
They tried. . .

The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate
But Sleeping Kate is always alive,
Building skeletons in their minds. . .


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Open your eyes world

I opened my eyes.
And the worlds eyes i tried to pry.               
Wanting for the world to see what its doing and cry.
The only things that matter to the world and its forces.
We sit an feast. 
Us whites in th east.
Throwing billions of pounds of food away.
While a child is starving every day.
We have water that pours from a pipe at the turn of a nob.
While children walk a mile barefoot to get a cup of dirty watery glob.
We take and take from the earth.
To fuel the fires of our home hearth.

When the world runs out.
I will close my eyes.
I saw the worlds glutteny.
For the world will see for itself.
What it has been working toward. 
Its own death.
I will laugh.
At the faces on everyone.
When they see what has come.

Now your scared world. 
Like the starving children. 
Now the world is starving with them.
I saw it coming a mile away.
But the world just kept taking.
Day by day.

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A bleeding ship

Aboard the titanic.
Ruminating on a loved one, soon to be reached.
Gazing at the bleached clouds as it holds a couple of doves.
Both branded by love.

Pleading with the tides to draw me near to her,at last.
My love.
My all.
My first and last.
Your face a royal mask.

Grounds shake.I hold fast to a railing,it seems to be failing.
A bleeding ship.
Watching  the dying whispers of a couples lips.
One last breath from life i sip,before i plunge in the oceans dip.
As i stare into the eyes of the dying mass,one hand slips very fast.
Dangling, while strangling a tangling death.
All the while i was thinking of your tangled blond hair.
Wishing you were here,to share one last bonded tear.

A tragedy kills with brutality.
Many hanging from steel railings and sanity.
A trembling ride hands cling anxiously ,broken screams on the way down.
A bomb blast from a splash,a falling mass.
Out lasted by death,before the dip, they did sip one last breath.
A breath they could have kept.
Far below, the oceans bed they slept.

Loved ones falling reaching for an invisible rope.
Lifeless body's left to soak.
I swam among the dead and found a floating wooden bed.I survived,from a bleeding ship i arrived.
Close to me a couple crying and dying,relying on a flamed embrace in frigid waters.

                            face to face a bonded breath,
                               among many that was lost. 

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The Same Reservation Road

I walk through the reservation valley of alcoholic death/ 
I fear no darkness among my own for the light breathes life on its own through my every breath/ I can no longer fit in for I need to stand out above the rest/
 I can no longer follow, I got to be the host of my own because Im tired of being the guest/
I want to be the writer I dont want to be the reader/ 
I want to be the artist with the brush, I want to create I want to finally be my own leader/
 I want to be able to follow society's rules because I am tired of being a cheater/
 I want to be the supplier because Im tired of being the seeker/ 

I guess life is what I make it/ Forgive less as much as I still continue to forsake it/
 My life is just a jolt but at times I feel death shake it/ Grab my emotions by the reins and straight earthquake it/ I try and fix my problems until someone comes by and breaks it/
 but this is my time because Im still young so this young opportunity in life I must Take it.
I got to hold my head held high from being low/ 
I got to stay lost until I find my own being my purpose of another young lost soul/
 I cannot stop because Im too tired of staying stuck I must stay on go/ 
This my life now I know it my story waiting to be patiently told/ 
This my life now I got to let it un fold/ Let it slowly but surely grow/ 
Im just a hidden bomb waiting for my poetry to blow/ 

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Sounds that create magic

The best melodies are found in the darkest places.
Fire that crackles light into every life,
Waves that roar in the night,
Stars that twinkle brightness in a sky of gloom.
The light that is weary of silence.

A soft touch that erupts in the soul,
The rage enclosed by the sound of emptiness.
In sends a chilly whisper, through ice sickle tongues.
It gets hard to fight, the burning impassions,
It comes closer and closer, stomping its way,
Swiftly and gracefully, grazing through me, over-powering,
A horrid, bone-chilling, shriek then,
The monster is gone, hearing a pin drop could have made it leave.
My fears are gone, my hearts pounds, hands sweating, I grasp my face, 
Feeling my ears, I smile, I’m grateful for that sound
It’s like magic; it masked the monster it created,
 The sound of magic has fallen to my ears and,
 It will now serve and protect.

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My Box of Fear

My Box of Fear

I compromise my indifference with misery
Oblivious to my restrain
Afraid to linger into the unknown
Beyond this box in which I dwell

This is my comfort zone
My only clasp of what I can retain--my life
I am protected by normalities
My destiny is easier to formulate

In this box of fear, I can control what will happen
Outside this box, I have to relinquish the power
Giving it to someone or something else
That I can NOT compromise with
And release my freedom

I shall not leave
For fear is what binds me to these four walls
Unknowing of what lies beyond
Or how to face the obstacles that I may encounter

Understanding that I could be so much more
That this entrapment in which I live can be different
This journey could be less of a struggle
Better, happier, easier.....

What I give so easily give away
Because of this belt of dread that I wear
Just to stay in my box of fear

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At the door
Little Boy Blue
Kissed our pumpkin
Mistress Mary too

Shutters rattle
Unearthly howls
Ghastly sounds
From Satan’s jowls

Tattered scarecrow
In the corn
Comes to life
The dead reborn

Halloween pumpkin
Big surprise
Runny nose
And bloodshot eyes

Flee my children
Here they come
Graveyard creatures
On the run

In the kitchen
Gary’s wife
Chased by a spook
With a carving knife

Diddle, diddle pumpkin
Old Mrs. Rich
Rides on a broomstick
She’s a witch!

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My Mind

My mind        

My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt 
Terrorizing my thoughts 
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of  promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release

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No More

No More

Feeling abrupt,
Like a volcano ready to erupt
My soul a hurricane swirling
Around my empty mind and cruel
And forgotten soul.

Pain, feelings so strong,
It cannot be described
On a page with a pen.
I snatch the lunar eclipse
And beauty of the heart goes away,
No sight, no sound;
No pain, no sorrow;
No smile, no frown;
No anything, no everything.

A soul so black,
A heart so weak,
That love is long gone,
And will never return.

No pain is worth feeling,
And no pain such that I hold
Is worth writing away,
No use in finding love again,
When faced with heartbreak
One thousand times before.
No more pain, no more sorrow.

I shall go and sleep away the time,
Till Death comes calling my name,
And lilacs and violets litter my way,
And a single ruby hearted rose
Dries up and slowly dies away.


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She guides me in and sits me down.
Not the Remington portable typewriter this time.
I grab a pen and some parchment they have more life i believe.
The mechanical twists and clanks sound so hollow.

In this depression my colored skin only attracts sorrow.
I would like to escape on one of those planes high in the sky.
I dream of a ticket to ride wings to tomorrow.
If only this ear piece of gold was worth mountains of gold.

Everything so stagnant, grey and cold.
She offers a cig of course i say no.
I see the ashtray full of lipsticked butts.
Each puff takes life from her soul.

How to be free from this life.
They yell and throw stones.
My darling my lover to hide our love isn't right.
I see only our union it's colorless.
Why must everyone else see black and white.

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I fear NOT

Self-righteous oppressor
do not assume you’ve prevailed
you deem yourself clever
give into you – never!
I say not!
you cannot hold me taut 
I sever the ties
where suppression lies
to witness unmarked chance
with a pair of unveiled eyes

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The Lord's Peace

The chaos is shedding
Of happiness is floating
The madness..chaos is concealing
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls

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I can feel them looking through the window
Like invading stalkers in the shadows of the still

I scamper to the floor like a scavenger hunting for winter's food
If they find me, I do not want to be seduced into their world

As I try not to penetrate the silence, I am startled by a stumble
The sudden noise summons me to investigate, so I move towards the window

It is ridiculous..there is nothing to be seen
As if lightening follows thunder, I crash back to the floor 

I slowly make it to my room
Just thinking of what happened before

Like a badger digging a hole, I scurry into bed
Eyelids heavy, sleep upon me falls, shadows envelope me after all

Morning ascends while fresh flowers I admire 
Yet, all things beautiful will once again retire......

Holly P. Moore
October 15, 2012

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Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.

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From a distance the sound of feathers 
A whole host of words often whispered
As if you haven't already heard his saving message
In bitter silence we slowly become unshackled
From this lying bitter place of cold ego's
Then angel spreads her wings out on windows peak
She then keeps silent from inside her swell;
At its cold whispers haunting to dwell
Many keep to themselves not wanting to be alone
Then a cold chill sends a rage down my spine tingling like off the vine
In time the sun heats up out on waters edge devides
Many a demon would so often run away & hide
Angels totally surrenders out on its night scene
A brandished web of forbidden design,
For some the angel would lie in wait to deceive
In triumphant sounds of musical magestic beings light the scene
We our still here to help egnite its flame
While the entire world outside lies helplessly insane
Out on its playing field some have no game,

When our generation dies so does the other,
The angel of darkness will seek to inhabit its light
Shackled from a memory on a certain quest nor plight

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Scary creatures
of all kinds flee;
are they tossed away
as debris in a storm?
It must be a Bible 
predicted event...
perhaps our Earth
is burning!

Inspired by Iolanda Scripca's Blog,
" Metaphors "

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The Monster part 1

The monster.
he lives inside of me.
I fear him,
I fear me,
I fear for all.
I try my hardest
but i never succeed,
it cannot be concealed,
it cannot be defeated.
it's power,
it's aggression,
is more than i can handle
and now it's growing stronger.
he is enraged,
at me,
at the world,
and at life.
he wants out
and he wants loose.
he wants chaos.
he wants destruction.
but for now,
he is locked up tight.
And he waits for a weakness
in his chains,
and he waits to rise
and rage again,

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A trauma that won't go away

I still  think the world of you,
 Just so you know.
Spaces between my fingers, 
 Where yours used to go.
Your arms that held my waist,
 Are replaced with aching pains.
I put myself in my cocoon,
 So time will heal my open wounds.
But the scars still remain,
 A trauma that won't go away.
Since we've been apart,
 I've been writing only the words of a broken heart. 

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Time -part 2-

Even then though—you ask how!
How can she not return the hatred!
But we humans cannot think so beyond
To even dare comprehend the mystery sentiments she possesses
Surrounding her are twelve unattainable senses
That we only know from a single mind’s imagination
Like space she is enigma
And she will wander there without any question
Her senses are twelve sojourners that never tire
Watching with melodious eyes
Some see darkness and some see light
And none are ever affected by the garish dark
Or even the furious bright
Only Time can tell
What the multiple futures hold
But she is patient and silent
Speaking for all of our burning minds
Anger often burns our sides
For we do not want her silent comfort
Her hints seer us and overbear us
Were it be truth we would see it as deceit 
Were it deceit we would at last find her a flaw
We want everything now
And for that we suffer
And she is confused by our abhorrence
But she is intelligent, brave and belligerent 
And she cuts no slack
She will give none back
But in forwardness she is abundantly generous
Feeding us futures of hope
Her thanksgiving is art to those at death’s door
Those that make it in the uncertainty of night’s long abode
Some think her cruel to have them live on
But she had no choice in the matter
She is merely a vigilante
And in that vision—a humble giver
Time sees the rulers of this world
And smiles as she sees them go
May you not think her cruel to smile
To think that she thinks us inferior 
For it isn’t so!

Time is on our side
But we are ever against her
Ever against her
(note: This was meant to be one full poem, but I could not fit it on one page. Thank you kindly for reading)

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Beneath the ocean, below what we know
lies a word most souls never see. 
those who dare travel to that depth
Discover passion abreast true despair. 

Above the surface our bearings hold fast,
the way home can always be seen. 
Fore far beneath the calm we show
love rages and it's jaws won't release. 

Loves first real gaze hinders all time and space
all things lost appear to be found
One moment, love seems like the glue
till the chaos changes all we perceive.

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An Emptiness Inside

~An Emptiness Inside~

Right now I'm sitting here
Staring into space
Feeling so all alone

As tears begin to fill my eyes
And I begin to cry
My heart suddenly feels an emptiness inside
That here lately I just cannot hide

If only you were here to hold me,
I'd feel so protected...
With you by my side

My world feels so sad and blue
Feeling as though I'm forever going to lose you
Our love I thought was forever true?

You told me just the other night
That I was only a simple friend
I then began to believe that our relationship
Was only just pretend

I've pleaded with you to help make
This relationship of ours last
Baby, I beg of you...
Let's not dwell on the past

I'm so sorry if I have hurt you
But never forget my love for you
Was always true

Baby, I pray that I can 
Mend your broken heart
But for now I will continue to look forward
Day by day
Pray continually...
That we never, ever drift apart

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Me My soulmate

I , i in a blue sea
In the sea i am flying
Sometimes on sky i am swimming 
Down on earth i am in dark 
In a cave i am searching for light 
In the noise i am searching for silence 
Then i go to forest 
Under a tree i find myself 
I look in my eyes , the eyes which are full of fear
I look at my lips with a smile.
I touch my face 
When i touch my face 
Suddenly i feel a hand on my shoulder 
When i turn around, its an other me standing infront of me
When i see my eyes , in my eyes i see strength 
But in my hands i see blood
When i see the blood
Everything fade in black
I am on sky with a white wolf staring at me
In wolf's eyes i find myself 
I follow the wolf
Everything fade in white
I find myself in a room 
I am on my bed nothing around
So calm it is 
I am too alone
I thought it was a dream
But when i look at my hands
I find the blood 
In my dream i met the reality
I met different faces of me..
The reality which i am hiding inside
Hiding me, me as my soulmate...

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Maiden Voyage

I had dwelt in the sky 
But not high enough I fear. 
Those dark mountains yonder
That at first seemed motionless
But that upon reflection moved
Were but clouds of the sea kind 

Menacing if you ask me
But oppressively so 
To a novice such as I 
On my maiden sea voyage, ha
But the skipper seeing me thus 
All transfixed came over to me

Hey, son, you missing dry land already?
Whereupon I snapped out of my stupor
No, Captain, I was just wondering
How we’re going to navigate
Past the dark hills yonder?

The sea has no hills, son, 
And when the sea has hills
I will be the first to know
Now get back to your cabin 
And dream of your love. 

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Criminal Escape

Hair entangled in your hands 
Pulling and jerking my being 
The pleasure of pain 
A bittersweet romance 

The power over me 
Tearing and biting my skin 
A joy in my bloodshed 
The tormented kiss 

Your demands spat 
Sweeping and controlling my spirit 
The hope in fear 
My only escape 

Emotion in motion 
Shattering bones, stopping my heart 
A final act of violent passion 
The crime of broken love.

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Fired Up

Fired Up

Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It’s my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. 
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.

Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights’ grip… 
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.

Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. 
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.

He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time,  then a miraculous silence remained…

My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life… 

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I go with you in your travels
from one end to the other
Pacing onward to the other side
and back again,
Always near but not quite there.

So remote and new are these end points
with pleasures and hesitations
between the stops.

Is it alacrity Or curosity
that poke you into motion? 
or the excitment of how near you can get?
The newness of it
and even newer if you don't get to it
that makes you stretch it even more?

Or is it the fear
that if you stop that's when you are
closer to it, 
like you have never been before? 
losing yourself to it
becoming one?

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To Be Sent To The Mental Hospital

Hot Tent,
I almost purposely lost my mind,
to be confined to four walls
of intesifying white,
but if the pen was a threat
I'd hospitalize my life
by falling ill to death,
a little more 
and I'd sink into
my hands in one sweet sobbing drone
to drown in fumes-
so take me to the tent, because
I proper express my emotions in vent,
doctors purely expressing obligations of
higher in command, and that because
of handbooks handed down from legal hands...
first the fist,
then sweet logic missed,
and the product of beaurocracy- shaking
obligatory hands in exchange for coins
later laid to rest on Ophelia's blessed
eyes, floating down the river
dead of liver failure and hands stained with
blood and vomit, 
waited too long for the happiness
to set in, until organs bled in, unable to contain
the love, Oh Joy! If I could recompense
my friends and family who suffered at my expense-
I cry, I have my own cell and I stick my hands
out of steel bars, to be washed
of ultimate sin, the inability to let God in,
I killed his son today, the easy way, letting Lucifer
sit in the brain, and breed cruel thoughts now laid,
Hell No... all heaven sent, each thought is a plot,
but each thought is an idea I misrepresent,
I won't repent, I won't repent, I won't repent,
burning hot in the Hot Tent.

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You Shall Fear Me

The scream of evil,
has awoke him.
Deep in that chamber of
fiery hell. 
He will slumber no more.
Demon energies bringing Him forth.

Provoked by the promise of pain.
Do you know what has awoke?
You shall fear Him like no other,
for He is the Belrog!

Pounding steps through 
the great halls of Moria.
He is coming for me
I feel the heat.

The black pain, 
weaving itself into my heart.
Charring my soul,
as He takes me whole.
I shall not pass through the light,
but into the darkness of night
I no longer fear him.
Feeling the demon 
I want more!

The blackness of His evil is great.
Fear me,
For I am the Belrog!

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I try to expunge this feeling,
to be free and liberated,
but it keeps coming.

I try not to cry any more;
to turn a blind eye
to keep mute and be quiet forever,
but it is difficult.

I want to be deaf,
to be unconscious;to be lifeless,
so as to be free,
yet I fear.

I made a new year resolution,
trying very hard to keep to it,
but, I can`t!
For I`m intoxicated with this feeling,
yet,I fear.

I am not alone
many are like me 
How they cope,I don`t know;
yet,I fear.

But,We are humans,
created in God`s image better than the beast,
but are we...?
placating injustice as good,
yet,I cry.

Wanton destruction of life and property,
Violent killings;insecurity everywhere,
evil at its peak;unwarranted pain,
yet,I cry.

Horrible site on the pages of newspaper,
Gory scenes on TV;abomination
 beams from the radio;obscenity reigns,
yet,I cry.

I fear that our world has turned into
a city full of canker worms devouring
our flesh and intestine;can we survive this?

I fear to go to bed without dinner or food;
to sleep alone in my room;for my love traveled away;
I don`t joke with my belly;I have phobia for staying alone 
in enclosed places...can I survive this tonight?Hmm...
This I fear..

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Demons of your mind


I think I know what you might be looking at;
You think maybe I’m interesting but I don’t care.
I already have kitchen utensils;
I don’t need to be used as one.
Give me a chance I might even hate you;
You don’t see the darkness oozing out from with-in me?
     I’d plead to god to help me;
     But I don’t think he’s in this particular mix.
     And this   bitter recipe of spices and herbs;
     It seems to be decaying my existence even as I type.
     I wish there was someone out there who could help me;
     But that’s not you is it Mr. I’m Tarzan you Jane.
And you girl drooling all out the side of your mouth;
What the hell you think you can do for me!
Once you run it through the wash;
And life sends it through the ringer;
It’s all the same ole same ole thing;
So lick dirt she devil.
      I’m so tired of all this rhetoric;
      But I can’t find no way out.
      And that, that there terrorizes me;
      So much it takes the life right out of me.
      Now can anyone rescue me from that?
      I doubt it very much.

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Nerves Gone Wild

Nerves in a jar, my life is a mess
I hurt form this world as my poem suggests
Cut from a rose that smells no more
Healing like a dove thats flown shore to shore
What became of our love thats anybodys guess
We forgot about thinking, now about what comes next

Some of the times I will remember more I will forget
It hurts today tommorrow I will give it my best
My head becomes heavy my mind becomes my nest
What to do with all of the love I have here hidden in my vest
Come to my sences my heart in my hand
I think about all of the things that I can
My now today I understand
I can will you the love to better comprehend
From here I wish you the world
The universe a best
Untill you are willing 
The person beside me is only a guest

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the nightmares over but the bottles empty

The nightmare is finally over 
haven't been this happy since I was
a kid uneffected by the wicked ways 
of this sad cold world maybe that's 
the answer to the big question 
why my lips are still sealed to a
beautiful bottle of jack I always 
drink my feelings away no matter
good or bad it's all the same 
I'm starting to think that my nightmare
isn't a nightmare at all it's just
a bad disease this must be the 
first step in fighting this demon 
because my thrist might just end
this short lived life of mine

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Tears fell upon broken glass
A door that once stood tall is in shambles
The fear of spoken word is strong
A hand trembling too much to write
A haunting love deviates from its course
And all that remains is the silence
The silence of a broken heart

The words spoken in anger echo
Resounding in the hollow of my soul
As good as a celibate is to continuing life
My best efforts to climb the vine were in vein
For now I see that I have fallen again
Like a lost flower trying to push through concrete
My efforts were damned from the start

When a spoken word is like a dagger
It's better to remain silent and say not a word
For the words could form the paragraph of my demise
Spoken with the eloquence of drunken rage
Thus I thrust myself behind walls to hide myself
Because to cry and bear weakness before others
Is to give them the dagger of spoken word

My tears have fallen on shards of glass
The walls are cracked and threatening to fall
But I'm so afraid to leave myself naked
Before demons who would use it against me
And strike me at my frailest moments
That I turn to this silence
The silence of a broken heart 

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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 


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I fear myself most

In this world of danger
I fear myself more than anything else
In course  of   changing 
I never know when my mood swings

In the lush green meadow of life
Nothing I fear more than myself
In course of cleaning the fallen lambs 
I never know when my wolf rises

To walk with you along the road
I fear myself more than the pot holes
In course of removing thorns
I never know when my balloon inflates.

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A Soldier's Heart

Oh sail this ship on holy water
Let storms be gone today
For the voice of life seeks a tender heart
Away from these fields of despair
A soldier needs God to recognise me

This letter of life, this beacon of hope
Pray land on mother’s doorstep
And give my family the hug
That I cannot bring
For this brings peace to me

The hands of the children
Reach out to fathers gone
I pray that they will remember me
For time has made a stranger
In my babies memory
I fear on my return
They will not know me

 And wife you will not see
The handsome man of marriage
For war has made me old
This withered face will tell no stories
So pray do not ask me

My youth has been lost 
In generals words and one more push
And my mind has accepted this slaughter
The man that closed the door of home
Cannot return
 Life will never be the same for me

My words belong to the soldier
Not to my lovers tears
For we compete with the dead
 Epitaphs are our confetti
Littering every street
These once happy bodies 
 Lay in no man’s land 
And they’re pain
Are companions to me?

Their faces call out
“Come join the ranks”
And we who know our fate
Scribble with trembling hand
Will this bombardment never cease?
For fear is all over me

 Concealed behind my pencilled words
 Except from all who share death with me
Lies a truth lost in the darkest night
The darkness that possesses this life
 For war is a father to me.

I am the guardian
Of this decomposing life
Only my corpse can give you the truth
So this letter will stay with me

I will send to you, my beloved wife
Thoughts that will protect your life
I cannot write fancy words
 I am fine and I miss you
Hope you and the kids are well
It’s not so bad here
And with gods will 
This war will return the man
That is me.

 Love Jack.
P S your love will always be with me
Should I die please remember me.
Let me sleep in English soil
For England is my home
Though England will be the death of me

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A Sad Time

Its a sad time for me.
Covered from head to toe in insecurities.
All I do is try and cover for my mistakes.
My misjudgments.
My displacement...
But what about those times of joy?
Gone within a blink of an eye.
It seems that my world would be one of pity.
but no its not pity more like a self hatred that runs deep.
It covers my heart with hard lace and frosted glass.
Covering me in something for show.
I used to glow.
Like a bright light.
That was also just for show. 
A lie filled to the brink.
dishonest and out of synch.
Thats my story for now.
Im just a show and a sad story.
A sad time.

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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within

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In Myself, With Myself

Laying down surrounded by ice;
I try to sit up to get away,
I'm being held down;
I open my eyes and see myself,
Laying down on a concrete floor in the dark;
Eyes open in horror, body tense;
I try to raise my hand, reluctantly it follows command,
But my reflection twitches and doesn't follow suit;
I try to reach out to myself,
My hand is blocked by an invisible barrier;
I try moving it but fail;
I beat against it but nothing gives;
Claustrophobia grips me like a beast, suffercating, unyielding;
I scream but nothing comes out,
No relief, no surrender, no help;
Trying to calm myself and think clearly,
The entity gripping releases,
A monster relaxing its sharp-tipped fangs,
Revealing torn flesh and blood;
I try to tell myself that it isn't real,
Trying to wake up from this horrible slumber I'm in;
"You're dreaming!", I repeat over and over again,
"You just need to wake up!";
I open and close my eyes,
No hope;
It's not a dream,
Not now, not ever;
So I'm here,
Cold, alone, and muted;
To myself,
In myself, with myself

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I Imagine Demons

Part I:
im sorry that i cant care about you. valiums taste like smarties. i chew up one, then three. cry for help. im sorry i dont give a **** anymore. i have to snort a k-pin to sort myself out. and now im chewing mint leaves in my sinuses. ive got no candles to burn in your absence. ive got nothing to give or show. i stole your twenty dollar bill. i didnt even need it. i just need someone to love me. head is hurting. when i stand up, i fall against walls and corners. ive got bruises i cant explain. i break toes and i dont remember. and i sit here licking tabletops, just waiting for someone to care. and the demons talk.
Part II:
it crawls up out of my dream and suckles onto my neck. i carry it with me as i work, as i shop, as i laugh and cry and talk. its laudnum in absentia. i need it now. now. now. i want the cherry-blossom arms you own. i want to get this monkey off my back. it slithers up from daydreams when i imagine some life far away. ive got a sunny kitchen again, ive got a houseful of people again, and food on the table. and a shift from the corner and the food on the table is rotting and the people are falling apart skeletons and the kitchen is a coffin.
Part III:
im afraid of sleep now. ive got too much to do. decisions to be made. skin scarred, skin freshly cut. face dry, face full of tears. pictures in an album. pictures burning in a sink. pillows remind me of a lovers chest (no more never again) a mothers breast (no more never again) a babys bed (no more never again)
Part IV:
it slithers up with scaly skin and rubber fingers and it stretches the walls, of the skin of the room of my mind. demon speaks my name and i go home . demon speaks my name and i bend to offer flesh.

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Impending Night

The impending night has fallen upon us
It woke with much persistence
Our hearts fled from its rage like a doe from a rifle
But the blast had already been made. . .

People fall like rain
The clouds are crestfallen with grief
And the darkness has no mercy 
Rain soaks...leaves an impact
The falls are devastating...

She was so strong, like a diamond she shined
Only to burn away and be one with the grime
I never saw her go
But the angry darkness of her essence—strangely glows...

He choked on his words, his memory
Like a child swallowing a pill
It is sticking in our throats
Against our will
And the dose ever grows. . . 
Who will stop the night?
You wicked thing how achingly stormy you have become!
Rich in your light as it smothers you whole
Leaving the rest to the droll sound of its toll

She burned
As they watched in angry happiness
The smoke of her spirits filling our hearts
No expressions...heavy depressions 
He was left to melt and rebuild

His wick ignites—burns are second nature
Though images are hard to swallow
She still talks to our souls
Her story still to be told
Like diamonds never found

A flame of hope hovers
We remain instilled in the rot
The darkness smothers
Its heavy slumber always waking

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“It’s not so simple to love someone,
Who just doesn’t love you back,
But it’s said,
 That in order to love;
You have to love, a love
 That’ll just tear you apart,
 Along with
 Breaking your heart.”
“And, I truly don’t understand
 Why that is--
But, I guess that’s just the way
 Humans are…”

I can hear the angel’s crying,
Cause’ every time you speak
They fear the fear of you lying.
See, you scared away my angel--
Oh, how empty life is now without
My umber--
The shadows you left me in
They’re breaking down my wonders.
Now I can’t stop, but wonder,
What made you,
So utterly cold hearted?
I feel like my chest will explode,
But my heart will still pump.
Dismantled it’ll stay with a, “thump, 
“Stop and listen,
Carefully you’ll hear the rhythm,
Those echoes that skip then repeat”.
In silence, just a heartbeat,
I’ll wait for them to come, in the light
There they’ll be to wake me
From this horrible dream,
This dream, which breaks me.
“No, this nightmare that rapes me”.
Those clefts that have injured my 
Have never even scraped me.
If you can’t take me,
At least say you’d forgave me,
Pray with me.
He’ll open the doors, he’ll save me--
These lies you’ve laid upon me--
Quit faking, It’s driving me crazy.
“Oh hey look,
Its daddy’s little baby,
Go ahead Otto, say “hello”,
He’ll accept you, 

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gold digger

killing for love? we should out grow it 
unless it's for deceivers and you know it
those less fortunate charity recievers
those pretty eye's and nails
masscara  that never fails
those that are witty for a reason
allways dressed up for the season
when you speak their eye's are wide open
tabulating the latest slogan 
until something better comes along
then swoops the shadow of lonliness
what happened to that pressence
what happened to that smile
why so suddenly anothers child
a shared togetherness for a short while
feeling so used like a rung on a ladder
the dirt from your shoes on my face
my pursuit of you a public disgrace
and when i finally see, like the prodicals son
my first thought about a gun
who? what for the reader may ask
the world cannot keep the both of us

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Hall of Mirrors

Go through the door, are you ready?
The door disappears, were you ready?
Your there before yourself to see
Your image was waiting, waiting
Is this real? Is this me, need to go back
Can't go back, don't want to go forward.
Not ready I cried, too late I cried back
Turn round, there I am, still not ready.
Look to the side I'm there again, again
Look up look down, look all around.
Everywhere I see images of me of me.
Look for the door, it is no more, no more
Should have thought some more before the door.
Nowhere to go always will I stare at what's not there.

Phew! gave myself a claustrophobic fright there!

© Dave Timperley  2014

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Love is a Four Letter Word

When will I learn to anticipate Love's keen and painful sting?
Penetrating deep within my chest and spreading it's poisen.
High, ever so high, only to fall again and to seize in agony.

Oh, Love, why do you trick me with a veil as deceitful as infatuation?
How you held me close, and embraced me with your affection,
Only to push me away and shatter my heart again.

I cannot pick up my pieces, for the shards are many in number,
They litter the foor around me as I sink to my knees,
Staining my legs with glittering, ruby glass.

I crouch over the jagged diamonds,
And wish my tears to mend my glass heart back togther.
I'm the Cinderella without a glass slipper.

Instead of fleeing the Prince for fear of midnights final tone,
I fell from his gaze.. and fell under my drowning tears.
Can he see his Princess cannot surface the waves of her fear and depression?

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One Halloween Night

 "One Halloween Night"  

There's a old woman who comes out at night
A gray hair, black robe and a white rope too,
Just don't look at the window, is it fright?
The graveyard stands still, while she's by you!

Spirits roam through the grave and haunts about
They prance and dance with spooky shadows,
"Hurry and run, run, run", as the angel shouts.
Don't be scared, or you'll have to fight the battles.

Tonight is eerie with the moon and howling dogs,
Where ghosts and mummies are roaming in the night
And a black cat that creeps along the bridge in the fog.
Looking for Frankenstein and mummies are out of sight!

Having a Halloween night filled with scary thoughts too,
The excitement of spooky costumes, and many monsters
Filled with candies, games, parties, and some fun with you.
And don't forget the eerie grave of one who haunts her.

Yolaine Armitage  10/01/12

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The Other Side of the Glass

Inside this glass case,
No stones have been thrown,
And yet, inside it is broken.
But the shards bring no visibility,
To this cold glass case,
The colour of backgrounds.

Perhaps this is the feeling,
Of zoo-bound wolves,
In their finite grounds.
Behind this glass divide,
Sometimes laughed at,
Mostly forgotten.

If she looks at this case,
I wonder does she see,
The ticking rusted iron clock?
Beyond the frozen glass,
Counting seconds I must spend,
Until Samuel collects his debt.

I wonder does she notice,
The shimmer in the air,
As the glass is moved towards her?
Or are there other sights,
Of diamond, platinum, and importance,
To see in life’s museum?

Will she ever hold this clock?
Her hands caressing (albeit briefly),
The worn cracks caused by the cold.
Not when clocks of gold and silver,
Precious gems set in their faces,
Shine without a case of glass.

Her face too, has precious gems,
Those eyes, to me, are worth much more,
Than all of everything man can own.
Too few times have those eyes looked at me,
Holding my cracked and ticking clock,
Waiting to be free of this lonely glass case.

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The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark

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Fear of the unknown.
Fear of what I may lose.
Please take this fear away.
Fear I have never felt before.
Fear I wish never to feel again.
Please take this fear away.
Fear of the future.
Fear of the past.
Please take this fear away.
Fear of my daughter growing up.
Fear of losing my wife.
Please take this fear away.
Fear of this strife
Fear of losing my life.
Please take this fear away.

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Running Away

The blood in my veins freeze, 
the breath in my chest comes to a rapid halt, 
the atmosphere changes, 
I am made of stone - and I run. 

I run as fast as I possibly can; 
away from the possibilities he lies out before me. 
Away from the fears that echo like a song in my mind, 
over and over and over and over and over 
until I think I'm going to go insane. 

I run from the dangers that come with trusting another being, 
from the chance that I could be wrong, 
from everything twisting and turning and forming in my mind. 
And for a moment I am Titanium.

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Fear of the Night

Blackness flies with wings of a dead fire
Blackness dies in the core of the dawn
But is not forgotten
Because no matter how glorious the light
No matter how profound and bright
Blackness will sing its renaissance in the last breath of dusk
In the last drop of the bleeding horizon
And you know it
And you fear it
Because crawling within the depths of blackness is a creature of uncertainty
A ghost of the unknown
And it howls from the crevices of blackness
The blackness loves to watch as you cower and cry and run
It laughs at your fright
Cackles at your tremor of trepidation 
But it's nothing but a play to stray you afar
Because even though you fear the blackness
The blackness fears you

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Resting Spirits

up on the hill where you can just about see heaven 
thats where a spirit goes when it's concious is guilty of sin 
the spirit rests till it's own will can see 
all things that were are and will ever be 

if I wait till the dawn rises the reflection will stare 
straight twords the soul untill God's will is there 
up twords the sunlight follows the brilliant suns glare 
back from the heavens with all new flare 

where there is an opalesence look to the new moon 
follow it's shadows in a monthly gracefull swoon 
peacefullness in it's patterns a place away from the suns doom 
Carry me there away from here resting in it's shadows 
here in my souls cocoon

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     It was the red apple that showed 
     All the way down to life,
     Bare, beautiful, bitter and sweet
     To every bit of bite, denied by Him!
     Her heir couldn't hide its lustre
     That was hidden to him first,
     Later exposed 
     Till she bore the fruit inside
     The fruit of love,lust and humiliation

     How did it come to happen
     That all the various colors got
     Combined to a white and black, but no red?
     Though the story was thus written
     In sweet blood of forbidden fears
     She was abandoned to a human heaven, the apple

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I am bound for home, A little after midnight After an earthly nightly owl, Over wines, songs and dances The wee hours till we adjourned. While driving in a wooded area When a sudden downpour With a big thunder climaxed me around With total darkness and a blackout prevailed Then, my car slowed to a stop And stranded in the middle of nowhere Oh, I have an empty fuel, my goodness! This very untimely and unfortunate Opportune misgiving on my part! Thinking of some of my remedial intuitions My cell phone is dead! At last, a car light at my back Perhaps a law enforcer Or, maybe somebody came to a rescue A loud knock at my left window Pointing my flashlight where the knock came I saw a… lady in a white gown smiling at me!!
Dalila Agtani 4/26/12 Entered in a contest: Sponsor Gail Doyle Contest Name: Stranded

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Walking Through Fire

I walked through fire, And didn’t get burned, Not a scratch on me. Protected by a heart Hardened by hurt Secluded with a smile. No person benign or audacious enough No storm capable of prevailing To enter my kingdom of heart. With subconscious thoughts that told me Things I knew God didn’t want to hear, Nothing to do but keep trudging on, Without the slightest bit of fear. I could hear Satan calling, Calling out in vain. Used the rest of my strength to try And stay the slightest bit sane. I walked through fire, Thought I was fine, Until I looked in the mirror And saw the burns on my skin.

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im being terrorised over the internet 2

facebook, twitter, youtube
how come im not allowed to participate in anything?

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i hate canada

calgary alberta is a terrorist haven
malpractice malpractice
malpractice malpractice
bulls on parade
police lies

how can politicians go to work every day 
walking across a chalk plea for amnesty?

calgary alberta is a terrorist haven
pigs and lies
hate crimes

blind deaf dumb ignorant and cold hearted

i hate canada
a lot

amnesty international 
pull my file

cyber bullied on twitter, sound cloud facebook and youtube

im glad the world is ending
front row seats to watch god do the right thing

i hate being alive.

lies lies malpractice and lies
i hate this country

personal drugring victom pincushion

burn in hell

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Wandering Out At Sea

If the ship is sinking do you stay on it or do you get on a life boat an row away to be rescued but in this ocean their isn't any help available what so ever an your left with just endless rowing and no direction at all.

How do you feel after you give in to the vast ocean an endless rowing? No doubt your mind would be tired of constant worry, so you stop rowing an lie on the boat wondering if you'll ever be rescued.

You think back to all the people on that ship you left sinking wondering if you could of have done something to save them but you yourself were too selfish to even look back but the damage is done an now you must live with the guilt for the rest of your life. 

so you close your eyes an drift off to sleep to the motion of the sea but you suddenly awake realizing it was just a dream but in fact it wasn't a dream at all just your mind remembering and tears start to fall down your cheek knowing that you'll never be rescued as you endlessly drift out at sea.      

Then in the distant you hear the faint sound of a fog horn as you quickly look around to find nothing at all...

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Padding Myself in Metaphors

At three in the morning 
I shovel a gallon of chocolate-covered sorrow into my face
In total darkness
To keep from catching a glance of my shadow on my bedroom's walls.

My hand-- a momma bird throwing up into my baby beak.
A sort of sick nurture
That's thick, salty, and sweet.
I am young and violated.
I want no one to love me
And so I love myself.

I'm a broken violin;
Played so much that I now shriek that old frayed tune.
You hate my song.
Don't blame your ears;
It may be my strings.

My pot belly? My anxiety
My vanishing neck? My fear of failure
My swollen face? My fear of success

I'm covered in bubble wrap.
Drop me, and I bounce off the floor.
I deny it. Truth is, I kind of like it this way.

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A Damnation

Here I behold my shadow, 
And it stares back at my horror
Giggling up at my very cold soul-
I seize fright, I take flight

There I peep through the mirror, 
And panic at the radial terror
The eyes, the wrinkles, the color-
Where is death; there should be no morrow!

Before me lies my photo,
once discarded afar from aversion
How did it return to my parlor?
Who pierced its eyes, X-ed the forehead?

Then I behold my Cadaver
In the red casket, sweat on its brow-
What crime soils my hands?
Is there no peace even in Death?

In disgust I turn away-to flee
But - the toll of bells - hollow knells-
Then from behind echoes a hoarse shriek

I recoil to behold that cold cadaver
Stagger from its doomed red casket
and with its mouldy hand, blackened by damnation,
Reach for my poor soul

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Demon Hope

Our inner demon, 
Which binds us to life. 
Caressing our mentality, 
And blinding our senses, 
Rebuiliding after destruction, 
Light in the dark, 
A hand held, 
A life saved. 
As it grows, 
We become weak, 
And illogical. 
It drains our negativity, 
To the point of idiocacy, 
Its sweet kiss, 
An addiction of our mortality, 
Gently laying us down, 
In the nest of wish. 
It covers up the murder scene, 
And dumps the body of truth, 
Deep in the sea of forgetfulness. 
We crave its touch, 
Let it rape our thoughts. 
Letting it seep the entirety of our soul, 
Possessing our freedom. 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us so tightly to life. 
Lose it, 
Lose life, 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us forever to life, 
It is our key essence, 
Our secret to living. 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us to life, 
It is our moral weakness. 
It is the demon,  

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hole to the center of my world

I’ve dug a hole all the way to my inner-self
Beyond the sedimentary sentiment
Past the fossils of my past life
And I’ve finally broke through the hard layer of emotions

I’m sure the treasure I’m seeking is hiding in my sub-terranian subconscious
I just need to know where to look

But as my spirit rises and my journey’s boon glistens before me
An ungodly hand grabs the Golden idol and drags it
To the even deeper level of my mind cavern
The place where all the local tribes say the great beasts live
And the rope back to the surface falls
Slithers down next to my feet
And remains motionless like a child afraid of a beating
As if it knows what this means to me

I fall to the ground crushed
There’s enough food here to last me a while, I don’t know how much
I could stay right here and risk starvation
Possibly a team will rescue me

Do I continue?
The legend says that untold powers will be bestowed on the one who completes the quest
And finds the golden form of his body.
But the demons are also prophesized
Where death isn’t just painful but everlasting
Incarnate fear devours you for eons before the death you’ve fantasized finally arrives

Stuck in the dark
My eyes adjusting to the painful lack of light

I wish you were here with me
So we could intertwine to a higher level of harmony
And complete the quest together
One divine man and  goddess 
Opening our eyes to reality
Becoming the transcendental deities foretold by The Elders

Irony is what hurts the most
It’s a barbed blade
thrusted and twisted
Not into my body but into my presence

I haven’t completed my goal
I have achieved the opposite
I have earned living in fear of infinite pain and suffering
All while being in the vicinity of omnipotent potential

I cup my head in my hands
Scream at the nonexistent faces I see
Mocking me and pressuring me to see my faults and fall on my own climbing tool

I will continue in spite of them

I start to perceive the soothing decisiveness of it all 
Either I succeed or I drop short
But this adventure must have an end.

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bomb this terrorist haven

now that i have your attention
ill play bad guy
and you can mess me up
and we will walk away cackiling like supervillians

take notes....

no more spinning circles poiting out bad guys

1. in a white versus white war where a group of white people pretending to be tqwo other groups of white people whose names they drag through the mud and victomise other ethnic communities with hate crimes they have a black market where they have the means to make money off of my allies good ideas, then they run off to another country make them happen spend the money to shut them up, and confuse random ethnic groups with insults and lies as to who their real friends are...

step one, (if its not group a , then its group b

1. blame china for everythibng by getting japans attention
japan and china are so into eachothers business, china will find out they are being blamed, they will be mad, then they wil clear themselves, then you tell them well if its not group a, its group b.

then you approach germany and ask them to take a turn clearing their name, (their part of group b) when germany clears themselves, you have it widdled down to the group of people using terrorist dominos  (the bully people into bullying other people to bully other people)

psychologicaly the sense of humor is a good weapon in discovering your enemy, a bad sense of humopur where good people are constantly the joke, may point this out. 

in short this global enemy did not have permission from their country to spy on your military brats steal their ideas and blackmail our allie.

so in short, having sucked you with a terrorist threat to help you usurp their bad intentions and kick them out of their own youth group, i got them in trouble with their mom, its legit, once your in *****with mom, its over. you are now a peacekeeper. 

look up the word schism.. (sorry)

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Supernova girls

Pretty girls don't have to hide 
Scars with sweaters and lies. 
They don't have to cover up 
How ugly they feel inside. 
And lovely girls are not afraid 
Of the demons inside their mind. 
Normal girls don't cry at night 
And think of such monstrous things. 
And other girls don't have to smile
just to cover up their pain. 
Nice girls do not screw up 
And feel worse than they did in the first place. 
You may say that I'm lovely, or nice, or pretty. 
And you will see a broken smile shy upon my face. 
And at first you may think that I am actually okay. 
Until you get a closer look, and you notice 
The light in my eyes, is fading away.
I used to be one of those girls.. 
But I have been hardened. I have been changed. 
The innocence has gone and the darkness reigns. 
Years ago my bright eyes drowned 
Into solitary oceans of fear.. 
So don't mind my teary eyes
Thre next time you whisper those
Sweet nothings into my ear..

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Ignorance meets Insanity

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

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

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

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

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

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In the Palm of Your Hand

In the palm of your hand
My heart you will find
Pulsating deep crimson red
Lean in closer and you will find
Tissue damage
From all the times
That my heart has been cracked
But you can see too
Where my heart has tried to heal
Wounds are no longer there
But dreadful scars remain
The resounding beating
Pumping life
Doesn’t beat steadily
Because in the palm of your hand
You hold my heart
Fear and security
Love and animosity
Sorrow and elation
All reside in my heart
When you leave your hand open
Leaving my heart 
When you are thoughtless with it
Fear flows through the ventricles
Making my heart 
Violently pound 
After near exhaustion
After near cardiac arrest
Of trying to beat out life
Your hand starts to close
Your fingers curly around
My now weakened heart
My heart from destruction
From falling out of your hand
My pulse starts to slow down
The quakes of the beating subside
My heart relaxes
No longer fighting so hard
To merely stay alive
You can see the muscle 
Contracting with ease
Then a ray of light
Shines through
As you start to loosen your grip
And your fingers begin to retract
See over time 
A heart will grow weak
Unable to sustain
Continued damage
It will no longer beat
That is the power
That you hold 
In the palm of your hand

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Souls For Sale

The world isn't gentle It can be callous and cold Dangling hope in front of you While swiping the wallet From your back pocket We're supposed to have a chance But the average layman Will never see their efforts bear fruit Life tears at our flesh It batters us and slowly deforms us Turns us into ghosts Sucking the life From the newer generations Simply to survive Because we're offered precious little time And second chances are scant So we make do with what we have And hope That what we have is good enough To let us endure While Death steals our life away People steal our pride away And the government steals our liberty away We're just the ants Marching beneath the eyes Of grasshoppers We're just the cattle Herded and slaughtered So the rich Can get richer The world isn't gentle It can be callous and cold Dangling salvation in front of you Simply To damn you for eternity

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By Now

Black sludge coffee fills in where
the bone and sinew used to be
If I were sliced and diced, all you'd see
is black sludge
Even where the marrow is, the black coffee sludge 
slowly moves into place like continents 

Once cherubesque, were these full breasts-

The sludge moves slowly through my body
Incrementally, almost imperceptibly
changing what was once sublime-
Once a smile, not perfect but nice
now looks like ragged tombstones decaying
where once they stood polished and loved

And slowly the sludge moves through the blood

A perfect curve of spine, along side where
two snakes, full of muscle, lay on either side
now these famished snakes no longer recoil
starving- they are but sacks of skin.
Vicious pain at the base, where two hills
   Now stand cr     o   d
                        o   ke    

Blood filling with the sludge, how did this happen?

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Silent Tears Amongst Him

As I sit here thinking this couldn't be true, he hits me yet again.... I fear for my life and for 
my unborn child. I see the anger building up slowly inside. I can't cry for he will beat me 
harder if he sees the tears, so as I sit here getting hit over and over again  falling are the 
silent tears amongst him. I think of the life that I had before I went back to the Thug Life. 
Where Blood's were the big issue and everyone turned their head as they heard the verbal 
abuse that he puts me through. Control is his goal and he had just that. Stripping me of my 
dignity and humility. God please let this all be a bad dream. I am just barely pregnant by 
him and yet the way he hits me is like he don't care. Embarrassing me when his homies 
come around, making me walk around in just a top as if I am just some trophy to place upon 
his wall. So scared to write, so scared to tell, so the silent tears fall amongst him yet 
unknown to him so that I don't get hit yet again. The simple thought of I must escape 
crosses through my mind and as I leave I continue to hold my rosary in my hand praying to 
God that if he just lets me get away, then I promise to do right and raise this baby through 
him.... Yet as I still think back in fear the Silent tears fall amongst him as they shall continue 
to do until I can break free of the fear.

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Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue

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Maybe I'm just a fool in the rain, 
Hopeless enough to see what you say. 
Or maybe I'll just fly through the sky, 
Never a dreamer or wonderin' why.

                   Martin “Dreadlock” Tarback, 1969-2009

I’d seen him, often, on the streets,
A white man with dreadlocks to his waist,
Eyes like fossils, almost opaque,
Hardened by time and circumstance,
And we looked through each other.

His dismissal was pardonable,
While mine was cowardly,
Based on a collusion of illusion,
A revealing trepidation of a simple mask.

His clothes were beyond tattered, 
Held together with duct tape and doggedness,
There on sidewalks he would lie, 
Like gum, faded cigarette butts or the dreams 
He tried to hold, but that long escaped
With reason, trust and a home address.

I confess, though I was not indifferent,
My thoughts of him were not kind.
He never begged for money, nor said a
Word to me for my gaze would drop, 
I’d hope he’d remain silent, thinking
That he’d vocalize my prejudice.

I give to others, Dear Old Bob, who
Stands and plays a tattered guitar on corners,
Strumming the same tune, no matter what
The song, those yellowed, pruned fingers moving
Slowly as he smiles, disguising a plucky despair,
He: the modern hobo, harmless, safe.

But to ‘Dread’,  I gave nothing,
Not even the simple acknowledgement of 
His humanity, a real smile.

He died. I read his obit. Cancer, it said. 

There it was in bold print, 
My inertness was the true madness.

It read:

Martin Tarback, A gentle giant, loved by the police 
Who’d encountered him on their beats, 
For when someone took the time to talk to him, 
His words were soft, regal, brotherly,
Full of concern for his fellow man,
Something the rest of us lack...

It continued….

Friend of the front line workers for the homeless, 
The heroic advocates for the mentally ill. 
He was a caring man, living life on his terms,
And accepting care from the community,
But only when the voices let him.

He volunteered with the police, 
Assisting with sensitivity training,
Providing a point of reference, 
A view so few understand.

Martin, Dread, I apologize.
I should have attended,
Became your student,
Silenced my apprehension,
And just once met your gaze,
Nodded my head, on those 
Endless, cloudy days.

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What i think of love

The sun in my eyes is like the feeling in my mind. Buring and frying space and time.
Im lost now dont think i can go ever go back to trying to love anyone. I loved her with every part of my being and i can honestly say i gave her everything. And after 2 years of struggle she left me alone. I was the only one around for her for 2 years and now im nothing? Just text me and then never see me again. After two years! I see how its gonna be. But thats over now and im back. No time for love only time to come an go. I know thats low but some times you just have to party and let everything go away. Wake up in the morning not knowing what happened last night. I cant say i dont like that. Im an adventurer at heart and thats what i do. Try to experience everything while im young and have time for the fun. Whats wrong with that? Not a damn thing in my eyes. I tryed to love one to many times. Mom left me at five years of age. Then big sister and little sister went to. You cant trust love becuase in the end. Everyone leaves. Eventually. Time will passd and they will die or they will just walk away. Leaving you alone and confused with no morals like me. Now i blast this music and put my pain on this screen for others to read. Ive done some things. Bad things that i will burn for but in the end.
I wont regret a damn thing.

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The Wonderful Lens

A number of tasks to handle,
and not even a space left to enjoy,
as the work needs to be completed,
as fast as it can be done,
in spite of the hard work,
we do daily,
we do need some respite, 
and these could be done,
in a number of ways,
by walking,
or jogging
or by watching television,
or by watching films,
in the multiplexes,
those which lie in every nook and corner of the street,
but some derive pleasure,
through travelling, 
others by travelling through the forests,
accompanied by a special companion,
some large and some small,
known as the camera,
taking a step at a time,
as silently as possible,
as to not to wake up the wild living in here,
by capturing the photos of these lovely creatures,
living in here,
some of the these wonderful creatures are seen,
roaming as freely as possible in the wild,
look how carefree they are,
but their ears are opened quite wide,
to heed for any danger,
heading their way,
it’s time for me to return home,
from the wild,
as it is time for me to deliver,
these photos to my manager,
as this has been my job,
for which I do get paid for,
to look after my family,
I do need to hurry,
as I do not travel by four wheelers,
or two wheelers,
as the pollution created by these,
could endanger the wild living in here,
I do travel far and wide,
with my bicycle,
for all the work I do, 
and I do not mind this,
as my love for the wild,
exceeds boundaries forever!!

From:-Mr. Manu Nair.

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Easy Prey

He saw her, as soon as he entered the room
It wasn’t her beauty, although she was pretty;
pretty drunk. It was her voice that he heard,
The giggle, that hideous giggle.
She sat on the sofa, glass of Jack Daniels in hand
The bottle, on the floor, half hidden along side the sofa.

He grabbed a drink, not too strong
And moved in on her.

“Hi” he said, fancy a drink? unknown to her 
He was already pouring her one.
“fancy going somewhere else”?…. she giggled
He stroked her hair, sliding his hand onto her shoulder
Slowly moving down her front, stopping
Just before her breasts…. testing the water!

He paid compliments, she fell in love.

She staggered across the room
Was it the drink or the heels?
Maybe that’s why no-one helped or advised.
Friendless! Or did they know her of old?

As they stepped outside the room, she glanced at the stairs
But he had other ideas, he held her hand tight, 
And walked down the hall towards  the basement door

Checking that no-one was watching he opened the door
Switched on the light, to reveal a precarious set of steps
Confidently he walked down…quietly, willingly she followed

They stepped onto a cold stone floor…. their steps echoed
She could feel the dampness!
In the empty room, except for one cupboard in the corner
He swung her around, pushed her back to the cupboard
And in a flash she could feel his fingers at the top of her panties
In a second they were at her ankles!

She looked upwards and heard the noise of music and laughter above her
She then felt herself being lifted and sat on the stained top
He lifted her dress, and fell to his knees...... the music had gone

She had only felt pleasure like this a few times before,
She felt like screaming, but as though he knew, he instinctively
Put his hand over her mouth…..
He stood up and as he entered her, her back arched and thrust 
Her firm breasts forward, nipples taut, his mouth encased them
She could feel his teeth, intense power
Inside she was dancing!

A final thrust ensured they united together
She sat there gasping, he turned, slowly walked away
Then stopped and said, “I’ll go back up, our guests will wonder 
Were we are”………. she looked, smiled and thought
No they won’t ……

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You're My Plague

You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart throbs in unease You carry me off to a far-off island Your breeze keeps me flowin’…scraping sand Your names escapes my lips I tell myself, “Get a grip, dude…” But you decided to intrude... My blood drips to the floor I’ve been losing balance… The instant you pushed me aside Your quietude devours me… I can’t help, but hide… I feel horribly disheartened…feelin’ too insignificant To start my day with a good note Too discouraged to be motivated to run… You trade me your pain in the past I consume it like a bear My stomach is churning persistently…you’re running too fast… I’m dowsed in despair My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility Your dreams caress my own… This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone I’m under your dazzlin’ spell… This is heaven – not living hell! I’ve been bruising myself over you…for a while now The moment you abandoned me that night… Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind… I think better of you – everything’s black and white I feel so exquisite when I’m around you… So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise… But I still feel malnourished… By your sweltering disease My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees I’m stumbling off my feet – I’m not at all pleased I’m not in the mood to be teased… I’m suffering…I’m not discreet How did you push me off my feet? Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete? You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees You carry me away to an unknown place Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face I’ve faced you way too many times – Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace

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Mercy Mercy Mercy

You’re the most beautiful being I’ve seen, 
A glance of your face nourishes me within

The sound of your voice 
Accelerates the beat of my heart 

The freckles beneath your round eyes 
Weakens every limb in my body 

It pains me to not compliment
On your curved body
Your dolly face 
Your risqué walk

Thus I complain 
While am locked in my room 
On how life is so unfair 

Why wouldn’t I just have even that least? 
Of what Lincoln, Martin, Mandela, Rosa had

Just a bit of that courage 
To stand and face you
And tell you how much
I adore you, like you and love you

Tell you how much I would give to have you
Tell you how big a world you mean to me 

Just a bit of that courage I’d wish 
For my life to give
And certainly not this grieve

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,
It’s the song, the feeling and the name
That I call out silently on your presence

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy

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Just writing without stopping

Random Free Write: 

Just flowing - writing
and not stopping to think
or even to lift my pen
I kept going and the words seemed to have no end
Understanding that the process is a simple one
Love everyone and 
stear free of the wicked one

I'm not sure if it was winter or spring
But, I gave way to all the flaws and  imperfections
and realized that this is me
The change came when I saw fit
and not when someone else decides

It's not hard to forgive
And even easier to forget
Does that not reflect love and also what it begets?
Except too many hold grudges and even
pretend to be angry beyond whats necessary
Caught up in someone elses problem
and not dealing with their own is a hard burden to carry
Let it go
stop negativity where it begins

Cut people short if you have to
because this is your life you have to live
Be on the lookout for those looking to devour you
Pray for those who do ill sh@! to you
Respond in a way that makes them realize they love you
and hope it inspires change

Still maintain dignity and move on to something new
Growing, building up treasures for a place greater than
you can even dream to go
It's the simple things that help make life flow
I could go on and on with this practice flow
Writing and stoping to think or lift my pen
This is one of those poems that didn't make it to the waste bin.

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Facing Fear

Force yourself
          to move

toward the chaos

which freezes you in fear,

locks your thought patterns,

stills your tongue.

Facing fear . . . overcomes.

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I`m not afraid of living in a small cubicle,
for I love to stay alone in my closet for days;
I am not claustrophobic.

I love to mingle with men of diverse tongues,
do business with foreigners,
for I`m not Xenophobic.

I have zero tolerance to agoraphobia,
for I love speaking in public,
shout among crowds to buttress my opinion and ideology.

...but I hate to be barked at,
hate being a toothless bull dog,
I`m a fox who does not like
being ridiculed and under classed,
I hate cobwebs and  creeping plants,
I`m a tiger afraid of not being able
to catch my prey;
a bee afraid of not making honey,
dancing and buzzing without nectar,
This I will not condone;
to be a bad father,husband,mentor and citizen.

When I roar and the forest shakes not,
and the wind refuses to whistle,
Then!I have failed;
Oh! I`m failurephobic.....

Contest:"What`s Your Fear?" sponsored by Tanya Harrington

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Two Paths

It had been my parents' greatest wish,
That I would slay and tame a dragon of immeasurable power,
Not to say that I am selfish,
But that is hardly possible for me to climb that tower.
Mother hopes for me to become an actor,
Considering the catches, I guess I'd be better off fighting an ACTUAL dragon of lore!
Father hopes for me to be a doctor,
Realistically speaking, it sounds perfect... Except for the part about gore.
As a child growing up, my mother would watch horror movies that I saw with enmity,
Being a little girl, I'd hide and peek through my fingers, only to see blood gushing out.
Curse my imense curiosity...
Trembling under my haven that consists of pillows and layers of blankets, I sob, I shudder and I shout!
I have always been squemish watching hospital shows,
In fact, as a kid, I didn't know seeing blood was a part of the job!
But as the years flew by, I still grow,
So in my childhood, I had been scarred and my sleep it robbed.
The scary movies had prepped me to be a doctor, ironically,
If I had not gone through with it, I would be a doctor afraid of blood and injuries,
I know it was not my mother's fault, for she is not the type to act cynically,
But I guess it's because of her that I'm used to it and now I like horror movies!
As I said before, my mother wanted me to be an actor, my father desired for me to be a doctor, both have its risks, I didn't mind what I became,
My heart is a candle, but my mentality is steel, my fears are gone,
My parents chose difficult paths for me that will lead to mud-slides, land-slides and avalanches, of course I will run wildly like those people in the movies, but honoring my family is better than blindless shame,
Buuuut... Is it too late to take on that dragon?

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I Tell You These With a Black Heart

I recite scriptures in cemeteries,
persuading the fallen to follow the path to my chambers.
I sing them hymns of what I claim to be mine
as I hide my blood stained gums,
they kick and scream with lead legs
so I take their palms and drag them
through the storm.
Some get dismantled from the socket.
Only they can fix them.

Their bodies starved and withered
as we enter the eye of the storm,
the eye of God.
We have arrived in hell,
enclosed by tornadoes and hurricanes.

Hush now, you must keep my words secret
for there are worse things on Earth
than dying in my arms.

I watch every one of them drop 
six feet below.
I could choose to leave them buried,
give them to the maggots,
But instead I carry them through the inferno.
They mustn’t walk alone.
Walk with me to the afterlife.
They must die through what I died through.

They are all casualties to me,
no longer humans.
I don’t know their names.
If they speak them I am deaf.
Cries are frequent but never heard,
never nourished.

I was an angel once, of my own,
preaching praises,
but now I spend my days
creating curses,
designing the darkness that is here.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to do this.
But I crossed coals for my mistakes
so they must fight the fire
just as I did.
I was alone for years
in the eye of the storm,
in the eye of God,
in hell.
I became the first to claim the agony of sin.
I saw everything through his eyes.
Perspective is an interesting thing.

I created this place out of
loneliness and self-destruction.
I made the everlasting storm.
But I cannot control how the victims survive here.
I constructed the room,
and they must build the atmosphere.
I am only the transporter from
grave to final destination.

They must relive and realize their wrongs
through the lense of his irises.
You cannot crawl under the sheets
during the thunder when you live here.

Maybe through the eye
they will be able to see clearly,
but muddy waters are often 
and rationality is masked under emotion.
I carry them to the calmness,
but the tragedy of hell is that
most decide to walk back into 
the monsoon.

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I am too old 47

Once the fine rocking artist 
Look outward for the same wavelength
And forget its name.

Was it that my hands became dry
Or I wish for the soft skin of youth
Would shine on my worn loniliness

Do my possibilities now need justification?
Because my fancy is a maligned lack of reason,
A twisted comfort to my old fixed point.

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The fear I felt was real,
Nothing compared.
Wanting that feeling
To go away
Forever, and
Never come back.
Feeling like I was
Never enough,
For you, for me,
That feeling will
Never go away.
I wished and wished
It would leave,
But it never did.
Now I’m gone
And feel like I can
Be myself.

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I'm on a verge of life's defining moment.
I feel it in my bones.
In my head, like a stones,
My thoughts collide
I'm afraid,
I shake,
What decision should I make...

I touch my head,
I hear sound,
all around,
a doubt, a fear,
that is what I constantly hear.

I hate night,
when, I'm alone,
then, I'm prone,
to cancel my decision,
to f*** up my vision,
because I'm searching for an easy way out,
for a reason to all go south.

Not this time,
this time no matter how deep I go,
Ill will keep my ego,
Or am I?

Its a freaking war,
battle on each part of my body,
from calm  surface,
to the very very scary core.

Will I survive,
Will I burn out,
or will to abyss I terrifyingly dive,
There are so many things that can go wrong,
maybe Ill come too early, because my footsteps are inch too long,
maybe my heart will suddenly stop to bong,
or maybe I'm gonna crack because I'm not that strong.

Weight is on my back,
But I'm gonna try,
Should I continue explaining why?

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A Soldiers Tale

(A journey into the First World War)

The trembled hand
the twitching face.
A desperate draw on cigarette
looking for courage in a cordite breath.

Huddled in mud protected by 
slime filled walls, 
these walls of Jericho shake
crumbling into my fear.

My tomb beckons another inspection.
Buried alive under corrupted soil,
a land lords greeting from the 
putrid remains of the tenants before.
Did Mother give birth to me for this?

The screams of the howitzer,
Marching in footsteps, stamping it’s wrath,
for fear of the dead rising.
And we who are alive, that dare to look
will see the face of death that hides within it’s light.

A face I would gladly see,
if bargain I could contemplate
in exchange for silence,
and the solitude of darkness.
Where fear cannot go,
where the cold become’s a welcome blanket
for I wish this suffering to end

To hear the guns, all seeking me
to shred my guts with shrapnel scythe
and amputations rip.
To die with blood soaked ears
punctured into silence for man’s aggression.

This man placed here by another’s ambition
to pay the price for no man’s land,
The only thing that is really free,
for dead men will not stop you 
from taking a soldier’s walk.

Another draw on my cigarette,
and a prayer from my anonymous conscience,
trembles upon humanities lips.
“Gives us this day our daily bread
Though I do not forgive them
For thine is the Kingdom
And men will destroy thy glory
Forever and ever

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In dead of night the jackals scream;
the waning moon has faces yet to see.
Like moments lost in some far away realm
you shift your thoughts,you're swayed by true desperation.
Silently and swiftly formed the fear envelopes all
weakness and willingness to thus succumb.
Not unlike the chill goes down your spine when misery 
befriends the soul and circumstance speaks louder still.
Relinquish now the rules thus held for time untold
yet for a price the truth will somehow be revealed.

Now as the beasts go swiftly into the blackness 
of your mind,you stir and beckon something more.
Some fragmented,frenzied bit of reality that has
broken all the sheltered moments of denial.
In bursts of dawn the coolness soothes,it calms
the wounds of battles lost and memories struck.
Go long into that fearless day and don't look back
till all you hold as clear relief has slipped away.
Once again the night will tempt you into doubt.
You know this fear is yours alone to conquer.

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My Secret Mannequin


In my cupboard life
a living mannequin
The deception:
no acceptance
and tepid;
a biological kind
Gaia prevails
while I fall
into disarray
Bid thee-
make me whole

Whisperin winds
by my bed declare:
"Always pay
the price

Grandeur on stiletto
Tis' the blade,
not the shoe
that offers escape
preference falls to-
the leathery hide

Luscious lips,
a glint in the eye,
renewed bust;
the goddess Aphrodite
Scalpel and skin
A book of vanity,
Another year to hide:
"Patience my dear..."

Confused fleshly desire
Life's destiny yet realized
As Agni succumbs to frost
A shadow forlorn
A kinder memory
I resonate plush
and wantonness

Solution absolves me
from torment
As I pass upon
the fiery gorges
of acceptation
and far away gone
bigoted taboo

For three hundred days
my mannequin stirred
Something inside,
emerges through
Braving forward,
I steer the porch;
fire and lightning
at the same time
Not the boy they knew;
just me
The perfect me
I'm going home.

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wish list

I want to experience freedom like I have no masters
to experience life like time doesn't exist
to live humbly and die gracefully
to accept who I am and be proud
to never cry out loud

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whats happening to me

I don't know where my days are going

everything is a blur

last I checked it was Monday...

four whole days have passed

where did they go

I don't remember what happened 

or who I talked to

did I go to work

what did I do after

I don't remember sleeping

when is the last time I ate

things are getting out of control

I need to take a break

im wearing myself way too thin

im starting to lose myself

captured in the freezing cold

my own personal hell

everything is confusing

and I cant remember why

im not sure how it happened 

or how long this will last

but something has to happen soon

or this could turn out bad...

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When I needed you the most - you disappeared.......crawling into the vast belly of this dark, cruel, prosperous world.....leaving me alone to face the darkness and despair, forcing me to find my own light, while you wallowed in your own defeat and misery. But yet I survived, and thrived and surmised it was coming. You will always be a coward who walks the path of convenience and suffers silently for choices you regret. Forever regret, serving yourself a vicious serving of self-loathing daily. One day the darkness will succumb to the light, and the beams will shine upon your old, weak and weary face – but I won’t be there to share the warmth, nor will I celebrate the birth, I will remain distant and far………forever remembering your abandonment…..and forever will I not look your way; this stranger who now surfaced from the darkness, only to find himself sinking back into his dark abyss of loneliness and lost dreams.

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Demonic Noise

the voice of god
anger surged in noise
left me in awe


was not God, no
but a thing unknown
shaking the ground

it...was not God

the cat's face changed
her eyes turned dead black

*For Destroyer ~ Poet 's contest*

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Doors: Psycho-history 101

Doors: Psycho-history 101
             by Odin Roark

Doors absorb history
Whether by knocks
Or slides
Doors have felt it all

Steel bars
Making different walls

We are the users

Without us
There’d be no need for doors
Animals would run free
Without us 
Nature’s light would permeate
Without mediation
Without welcome mats needed

How oximoronic this structure
To keep out
To keep in
Because we can’t handle what…?

The innate hard-wired thing called right and wrong choice?


Some would argue we are victims of circumstances

Ever take notice of the happenstance
Making up the most inventive
And permanent life on earth

Those pesky ants
And lest we forget
The tribal depths of the Amazon
Where doors don’t exist
Where the uncivilized
Understanding of psycho-history 101
Grins no memory loss

Maybe something to think about
Next time you confront a wall
Without doors
Ask how you’d survive

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Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller

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There is a frost crawling up the legs of my chair,
But the ink in my pen disregards the frigid air.
Closing her eyes and thinking warm thoughts,
Writing prayers that will comfort and open our hearts.

Ice reaches the paper,
My words turn to white.
My hands cannot move,
But my pen can still write.

Carving through the cold ice of hate,
The pen continues her journey,
A quest to fight fate.

For the fate we sought before-
Was merely a reflection,
Of what frightened us most
A combined recollection,
Of fear.

So my pen stumbles forward,
With a heart that still beats
Humbles herself,
 And kisses his feet.
And he sends forth his word, and his word melts the snow,
With the warmth of his breath,
Ink once again flows.

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The Party in the Garden of Eden

Standing in a garden on the edge of a ridge
Pissing out of the wine of the night
The sea below looks to be grumbling
But the party is still louder than that
The Heavens above may be burning
Yet she's back there holding my hat

If she saw me here in my manhood
There would be two dances more to be had
But she's too busy with a mild maiden
Judging my shadow, my words, and this song
I wish I had a memory to cling onto
Instead of my wit which is decidedly gone

There's a roundabout of gentlemen wild
Drinking all in sight that's left to be sunk
My lady stands glimmering below light-bulbs
Strung lower than my standards tonight
Though luck has made me a winner
Tonight I can't bare to get into this fight

It would be me, myself and an umpire
Judging my swings against my blows
Now I'd usually have myself done for
But her skin has arrested my fists
And opened they hold out my heaviness
Like schoolboys caught, or tramps to the blind

I could shoot myself here by the bandstand
And sit dying in a pool of my piss and blood
I ain't ready for love and its yelling
Its burning sensations and welcoming arms
No give me a chance at the brutal
Give me another go at the dolls

Don't hold out this angel and torture
Don't make me a martyr tonight
My reputable repertoire of near misses
Is staked though the fix in the game
She dealt me a night of clean aces
But I've been fishing and soon lose it all

She eyes me like land from open sea
But this old crow want to nest and forget
My black feathers they aught to be stretching
Flying east to dawn with a dove
That I could steal from her beak some olives
And make a crown of peace to depart

My last drink I drink has me spilling
All my needs the length of a woman
Let this fool be wrapped in her wiles
My glass shatters to diamonds and shards
Best cut your feet in this garden of Eden
And step hard to forget her somehow

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a feral creature called ''love''

crushed, wrecked, and shook 
like a ceramic doll I fall 

headlong and deep, deep 
into the violent stream 

of fear--fear that flows, flows
like a hurried river 

into the tributaries of my 
fearful heart which 

trembles and quakes at the 
watery inundations of its 

rippled waves; flooded 
and overflowed with 

fears and unmoved by 
promises that deceive 

with a caress I take refuge 
and secret repose 

in a thing more wild, in a 
thing more bloodthirsty,--

a feral creature called "love,"
whose kiss is a fatal bite!

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Pulsating tendrils of terror
Weave themselves through my brain,
Around my heart.  Squeezing.  
Strangling logic.
Peace shattered by panic's explosion.
My hands, slick with sweat,
Tremble violently.  My stomach
Twists itself into knots. My heart
Is a run away train.
God help me! I'm going to die!
Over and over and over like a
Recurring nightmare, I am thrown
Into the maelstrom of irrational fear.
A gun to your head kind of fear.
A nightmare I can't wake up from.
Sanity is waning --
Must.  Get.  Help!
Anxiety Panic Disorder,  they call it.
A chemical imbalance of the brain, they call it.
I call it hell.

Kim Merryman
(Thank God, I did receive medical attention and have been on medication for 22 years.  I rarely have an attack now.)

Entered in PD's "May the Best Descriptive Poem Win..." contest

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The Misfit's Masquerade

The misfit's masquerade
significantly made
to the promise of prominence
ever overcome the awkwardness

holding me tied down to the ideals
If I could just escape
this invisible anchor weight
holding me tied down to the ideals
of a society made for outdated principles
I could be presentable the second I choose
but I would rather play the game as the looser

The win will help your sails much more
floating down every obstacle 
I throw your way, you feel as the conqueror
and who is to say if anyone is comparable
to a you at your given best
I push you up you did the rest
I am comfortable as the has been
because life isn't as important to me
as a half wind win
that has me stuck deep in the ocean
with nobody to remember me
after I cast off

Today I celebrate in the misfit's masquerade
be anything you ever wanted to be
alone in an ocean with not a soul so see
or chastise your choices
I like when they burn you
for your indifference
as if you could help it
retreat into your mask

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''Final Fire''

Blistering blaze take what you will.
Inferno escape,smoke sets thick in my lungs.
I sacrifice myself approaching deaths' door.
The sound of a child makes blood turn cold.
Fear penetrates flesh,yet body still moves.
Endangered no more sweet youth.
Cry happy tears of love.
Heats' revenge shaped a new life.
Now forever in your memory I remain.

''Last Chance Poetry Contest''
sponsored by....Kristen Bruni
written by...Kacey Greenlee

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On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.

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A fear from deep within me rises up, filling my mind. Like white-hot steel piercing my heart, strangling my thoughts and choking out a dying hope that tries ever so valiantly to live within me. But still, that hope does live. Ever so faint, ever so small. Fighting desperately for a spot in my heart. Looking around me, all seems grim. But still that hope persists. Hanging on, holding tight, fighting for that little spark of life and bracing for a fight with fear. Never again will I look upon hope as a frivolous thing for frivolous people. Hope is and will always be the destroyer of fear. Hope is what every man's heart should desire. Hope...Is all I have.

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it feels like i’m walking on a hanging bridge
if the ropes might break
if my body would fall.

it feels like the first skateboard ride
if i launched the wrong foot
if my head would hit the ground.

it feels like a plane’s take off
if the plane would stay on air
if we would land right way.

and though i feel fear
but the feeling that i feel
is empty.

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Just Like Them

When one is offended by a mere word When one aggravates themselves with such little things I feel the urge to slap them into reality But lately I have become a hypocrite When one complains about their life When one stays quiet when they should reveal they’re wrong I glare and sneer at them Because I am just like them This rubbish known as uniqueness is killing me You haven’t told me anything That I didn’t already see That I didn’t already know You took that from her! You took that from him! God knows you took that from me

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life in monochrome

Blindly I wander, incapable of feeling anything but
Unable to see anything but the desolate space in my cone-shaped view.

It's been some time since I took a breath,
let a crude wisp of color seep in my lungs.

In one moment past, I inhaled long and full.
I viewed the prismatic color that existed just beyond physical touch.
I infused my breath with the shades and the shapes,
a syrupy stained-glass.

If only for a moment,
If only for a moment.

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Casualty of Loss

Casualty of Loss

Drifting in murky waters
shadows lengthening
with sorrow’s darkness blight.
Cobwebbed remembrances
take flight, taking with it 
prism’s life-light

Shades of gloom
mist yonder shores
obscuring vision, while
leeching into the life source
stagnating the living waters.

Cruel fate laps brutally
against the sands of time
while memories smother
and are swept away
on death borne
callus waves

Lifeboat sinking 
with life’s bleedings
along shadowed shores. 

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Vicious Game

Out the door
is a vicious game
a process

battle of spite
tug of war
circus of irritation

where nobody loses
no one wins
a bloody senseless draw

no referee
only stiff jabs
right crosses

countered by blow
after blow

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(I said, "Linda, you really have stepped out!")

You told her she has to wear her clothes sometimes.
She was standing by her car.
As you sat in front of Dunkin’s Grocery, you eyed her with a smile.
She was the Minister’s wife and I am nobody.

Don’t you want to see my waist in its shape?
The figure of my hips swaying
My butt in a switch
I know you want to feel my licks.

You seem to think you can make me feel awkward.
You are my girlfriend’s father.
Your wife has suggested I am trying to like her husband.
You are a man I do not want to discover.

Don’t you want to see my waist in its shape?
The figure of my hips swaying
My butt in a switch
I know you want to get your kicks.

Your daughter did teenage pregnancy.
Many of the girls in Leland had their first child before me.
My sister did as well.
Why do you think you can make me less than I am?

Don’t you want to see my waist in its shape?
The figure of my hips swaying
My butt in a switch
I know you say I am not nothing but a b*t*h.

In all, you self-identify as a Negro.
Your occupation is an employee on a farm.
Your sons you have taught status-quo.
Mr. Howard, why are the Sexton’s girls nothing to you but whores?

Don’t you want to see my waist in its shape?
The figure of my hips swaying
My butt in a switch
I know you cannot name me imperfect.

Measure for Measure!
Penned on May 15, 2014.

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I am 18 years old
I just found out that I spend most of my time sleeping, 
I am obsessed with it. 
I have lived for 9,460,800 minutes
Most of which I waste on sleep
Sleeping is my personal heroin,
It lets my arms as a pair of wings  to fly me  to paradise.
When I want to escape from reality,    
I shoot it up my veins.

One day, my mom was chatting with her friends, 
When they discussed my studies, 
I looked down at my shoes while their children smiled smugly.
Their smiles struck my wings like lighting
The path to my paradise began to disappear 
I thought I could use my broken wings to open their eyes 
so that they would see my true face
But this was just my imagination
I needed a hit so bad that I slept for 3 days
Feeling likes a puppet, no pain as my strings are pulled
My dream leads me into that sense again,
I looked at their lips and heard their words, proudly I say to her friends, “I am better than your child.”
When I awake, I feel my emotions flood back to me stronger than before

When I was in high school,
I worked so hard but I still couldn’t achieve a score to be proud of
When I see my father’s rough hands, I am shamed by my B Grade Paper.
Then I begin to think what I can do for him, 
I ask: “DAD! Can I go to get a part-time job?

“No, getting back to your studies!”

I prepared to take another shot of heroin
To help me pretend as if nothing happened
I used to think that sleeping would solve my ailments
    But I realized 
I realized that I am escaping
   Like boxers hide behind their gloves 
Like timid warriors escape from the battlefields

These years, I am search in for peace
But opiate feeling blinds my eyes 

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Dying with a Smile

Love is an unspoken form of maschism
And it's slowly killing me inside.
Each minute of silence 
A lost beat of my heart.
My ribs are all knives now
Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed.
My heart feels vast, hollow
Like a hundred story skyscraper-
its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door
And their rent unpaid.
And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't.
I am trapped.

And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves.
Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are
filled with the sea.

And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain.

Our love is the hope that soon
I won't need to breathe.
That the chains will break and set me free
To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace.

Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! 

Our love will starve me
And burn me
And deprive me of sleep.
I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side.
And maybe,
Just maybe,k
I can smile for once without the pain.

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Walking down the path of life,
the path splits. Left or right?
You make your choice, but the
the path splits again. Left, center, or right?
Again you choose and continue
life’s journey. Again and again
the path splits, becoming
more and more complex. Again
and again you choose a direction.

But soon worry washes in.
Have I chosen wrong? Should I 
go back? Too late, you can’t change
the past. Continuing forward
stepping with care, until finally you stop,
sit down; shut your eyes, wonder
if the path will ever be clear.

You stay where you are, fear rooting
you to the time and place you’re in.
People go by, passing you, going
further in their journey while 
you stay stuck, stricken with fear.

Over and over you ask yourself
what if I chose wrong? What if
I'm not where I should be?
Am I lost? Should I keep trying?
Questions and fear ripple over your skin,
replaying in your mind.

Stand up little one, leave your 
fear where you stand. step forward,
take my hand. If you stop now
you’ll never find where you’re meant 
to be. Hold on to some questions,
for they keep you on your guard, 
but don’t live in fear. Mistakes may 
be made, but new paths appear
going way to a brighter place.

Never stop on life’s path,
find happiness and sadness, 
strength and weakness. Continue
on until your dead, because 
only then does your life’s journey end.

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A Difference

We can make a difference

We can wallow in the feat
Where all souls meet
At the foot of the world by which to greet
In bitter silence to its door chime ring,

One can easily take heart or to what would sing;

From shadows glook of its tormented swoon
It would be at the addage of its peril
A safe place to emancipate,
The soul was erected by pious chimes;

In tombs tortured with flagrant rhymes/ Through a misfortune illumined amidst/ Shattered glass stained by bias accalades/ We can make a difference/ Fresh out of our store bought routine/ Out of curtains unleashed to swallow/ The world is filled with ghosts & demons/ Shaped by the imaginative solace screaming/ We can make a difference/ The trunk on the trees on which all branches grow/ The pen on the ink to make messages flow/We can make a difference/ With parts uncertain yet attainable/ Create/ The notion of a bridge of hope/ It's gap loosens for passengers to cross/ Reason must be supplimented by our creative imaginative & faith/ Reason is itself an act of faith!

Totals 28 lines/ 182 Word Count

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A Mother's Choice

Broken homes and broken bones
Dads are gone and moms on drugs
At the age of nine I'm forced to chase my mother in and out of abandon homes.
Never felt more pain until the day my mom offered me to some strange man.
What was done plays back in my head everyday.
Never thought my mother would love drugs more than me.
At that point in my life I knew everything was wrong, and my childhood gone.
I tried to quickly runaway until i hear a deep voice say, "DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP".
Very abusive, he grabs my hands and throws me on the floor.
My mother sat there as it happened. 
This strange man constantly raped me as I screamed and tried to get away.
My mother sat there and had nothing to say.

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Lost Day

I am coming home
late once again.
It's freezing outside,
and I want to see my dad
whome I love.
I'm happy with my friends
until I walk through the door with them,
the worst mistake I could ever make.
Dad was okay
but then his treacherous girlfriend
who calls herself a "woman of God"
says "You're just going to let
her get away with coming home late
with her friends?!"
Dad shrugs his shoulders.
"You're not raising her right.
I'm leaving."
Then Dad gets furious,
but only with me.
He storms through the kitchen at me,
angry, arms flailing.
I didn't know that his next words
would change my life forever. 
"You made me lose
my house and my girlfriend.
I want nothing to do with you,
you're not my daughter anymore.
I don't love you.
I want you out tonight."
I lose all control-
bursting into tears, running to the bathroom.
As I collapse on my knees I cannot control the tears,
I cannot breathe. 
My breath comes in between long sobs.
My chest hurts. 
It hurts so badly,
the love I've lost.
My aunt's arms are wrapped
around me, but it doesn't help.

-Caroline Youngless

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Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm 
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!

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Decrepit Canyons

I long to lead you to the psychosis of your existence 
Toward the ill repute of your identity something amiss has transpired
I would rather wish you gone before too much is said
I would rather wish you gone before too much is said  

I long to lead you to the barbed wire crawling around my fingers
Or perchance you rather fancy the sun-set epigone
As you have taken much and I so little
As you have taken much and I so little

I long to lead you to my inimitable skeleton assortment 
Of primordial fossils and domestics departed
Highland mammals unknown
Highland mammals unknown

I long to lead you to my rickety heights
To the sheer drop from which they have risen and fallen
The decrepit canyons chilled with black fog
The decrepit canyons chilled with black fog 

I long to lead you to the fingers scratching the backbone 
Every tip stroke leaving a detailed marking
They possess your hidden origin
They possess your hidden origin 

I long to lead you to my clouded eyes that see all
And the squalid corrosion that cakes my lungs  
Through the cavity I was born
Through the cavity I was born

I hunt for you…in the decrepit canyons chilled with black fog 
I hunt for you…in the decrepit canyons chilled with black fog
I hunt for you…in the decrepit canyons chilled with black fog
I hunt for you…in the decrepit canyons chilled with black fog

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Sleep denied, binding sheets
restrained hot, apprehensive form;
beneath the bed, dragons' tails rapped
red staccato on the rails,
those blaze colored beasts
restlessly groaned embered tones,
cauterizing thoughts on Fear's volcanic brand.

Heavy quiet, sinister, 
stealthily slinking in the dark,
gathered like oppressive fog 
about the midnight strike.
The knob chattered, teeth on edge,
a hammer blow of door
on wall before the fall of footsteps 
stabbing down the hall.

Repulsive sound . . . belt undone, 
colliding with the floor,
the hated, clutching heaviness
of him
who roughly spoiled.

August 9, 2014

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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment


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The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Death and violence amidst your comrades 
Will bring about your destruction 
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior

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walk away

If I told you that I cry when we argue
You'd probably say its time for you to leave
You'd say I care to much and I want more
Than what you can give me.
But I'm not asking for anything.
I just want you near me.
I want to be honest 
But you have to stop
Threatening to walk away
If you were gonna walk
Away you wouldn't have let me stay
Something in both of us is not finished yet
I don't know how long this will last
All I know is that I'm not done yet.

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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 

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This is it
I give up
I throw in the towel
I draw the curtains
I pull down the shades
I close the doors shut
The end;

No more haggling
No more beseeching
No more whining
No more whimpering
I'll call it a day,
Saddle sore
I am heading home
I am out of the race -
Get me off the grid.
I am done.

I am pulling the plugs;
I ran the gauntlet
Stop the earth
I am getting off -

I am just circling the drain -
Get me off this hamster wheel,
I am at the end of my tether,
I have just about seen
the last of the sunsets,
No more sunrises for me,
I am sitting fallow,
I am at the end of my rope
I am teetering on the precipice
I am hanging by the skin of my teeth
I am dying on the vine
I am ready to kick the bucket -
Uh...can someone
bring me a bucket please!

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My Child

Alone in my house
Which is falling down around me
Walls leaning
Roof sagging
Foundation crumbling

I sit in the living room
And stare at the brokenness
Of my house, my life
As it crashes down
Around me

Then I hear
A knock at my door
I get up
"Who's there?" I ask
"It is Me"

"What do You want?"
"To help you" He says

"I don't need Your help,
Please go away
I can fix this on my own
It's not as bad as it looks
Nothing really."

We stand at the door
Looking at each other
I see compassion in His eyes
And I knew
He saw through my lies

"Haven't I left you
Alone all these years
And let you build this
Life, this house
On your own doing?"

He speaks the truth
His words cut deep
All I've made
On my own 
Is nothing

"Let Me help you." He says
"Trust Me"
He smiles at me
I move aside
And let Him in

In He comes
And goes to work

Repairing with love
And mercy and grace
Making my life, my house
A beautiful place
Beyond what I could ever do

"My work here is done"
He says and gives me a hug
"My child,
I'm always here for you
No matter what, I am here."

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You've lived a nice life
with little you have to fear.
Those few moments
you felt a twinge of fear,
you had the good luck,
or the good sense,
to retreat,
and you breathed
a deep sigh of relief, 
and maybe,
for a good moment,
you reflected,
on your good fortune
not to be born among those or,
of those,
for whom fear is always
a good part of life.
But, for you, the fear soon passed
and you always took advantage 
of your advantage,
and only gave a passing thought
to those, who at any moment
might be denied justice, or
found one day mutilated
and raped in a hotel room, or
dragged to death down a
country road, or
left pistol whipped to death
and hung from a
Wyoming fence.
You see little connection
between these things
and your nice life
and the little
you have to fear.

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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

When I look in the mirror
I see two faces
sometimes I feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde are staring back at me
One look is more evil than the other.
"Which one is me?" I whisper to myself.
Mr. Hyde winks at me and gives me this big huge smile, showing his fangs.
If looks could kill, it would be this one.
Then my attention is drawn to my charming Dr. Jekyll's stare, who is trying to win me over. I notice that there's a competition going on here.
One face screams "You're Dr. Jekyll!" while the other one shouts louder, yelling "Don't listen to him, you're Mr. Hyde!"
It's as if there are two other people in the room. Each one right beside me, pulling me in the opposite direction of where each one wants to go. 
I'm afraid that if they pull a little bit more harder, they'll end up ripping apart my insides. 
Taking a piece of me along with them as they flee and go off to destroy somebody else's body and mind. 
"Please, don't let that happen" I say out loud, looking up at the bathroom ceiling as if someone or something is up above me, listening.
"I don't know who I'd be without them."

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im being terrorised over the internet

facebook, twitter, youtube
how come im not allowed to participate in anything?

your writing me a cheque, or your getting a bullet in the stomache

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Words trembling

At the sticky tilt
Wanting to leap off.

Will you

Help me


It out

To roll the R's -- To swirl the tongue
To purse the lips -- To spill the beans

No truth potion, no torture
Could make me confess
The sound of night's indigo voice
And what it whispered.

In your soul mirror
I saw

All that you possessed--
The songs of a thousand kingfishers
Shimmering intangible colours
And my lute that you took away
Pledging infinity in return.

I see its point
When it holds back

Pink eyeless screaming worm
Blindly trashing
Rolling back
Imprisoning itself

A muggy cave of beginnings. Here, I
Stick out my neck, unstick those words.

Put your tongue
Where it belongs

You know where--


Probe for me

Among the distilled
molecules of my

Fragmented self.

Stifle my cries
O prying mouth. Seek
The lyrical secret.

Crush my words
Winged monsters

I want to speak
With my wounds.

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I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.

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while the world reveled

And he stands apart, cold
While the world wassailed and reveled
In the full glare of the light
Till dusk comes beckoning.
He shrouds from the awkward embraces
A language in plethoric display.
His frame slanted, he observes.
From vantage angle, he gawks.

What endues them such ecstasy?
He mutedly ruminates
Did we not attain the same feat?
He self-chides, raspingly.

The concern of sea-fish with dry land
Paints the image of his indifference.
While the play of celebration ensues,
The boy-man stares and sighs.

His cogitations ferry him to the road ahead
Queries of 'what now', the signs spelt.
Transfixed but detached,
He pondered tomorrow's fate for all.

He shivered with dismay
And fended off a tear.

What reads the  fate of the soldier ants
When they march sun-wards?
Who aids the infant cheetah
That was birthed deformed?

While his peers wassailed and reveled.
In the full glare of the world
He looked on, frigid, still, anxious.
Feet there, soul afar.
A tinge of relief, his sole solace.

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Candy Roses

Imagine red... A bed, of candy roses Deeper still Into a thicket of thorns Further, crimson In a sea of lipstick kisses Or adorned... By a nest of word stung hornets All relies on the side she wakes One slight, midnight miscalculation Sets my day off and into dire straits

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The Passing

Silent, the house is

Still, the creatures are

And yet I hear her

And I see her

There is no light, but she drifts by in a glow
Her hair flows behind, casting shadows on my door
She makes no sound, but I know she's walking
Her feet making imaginary creaks on the floorboards

I am frightened, though she says not to be.

I sometimes look for her, but she finds me instead.
The wind is her arms and her eyes bury into my neck
The quiet fills my ears like thousands of words
Words of reassuring, words of threats

One day, I'll have enough.
One day, I will be gone.
One day, she will pass by and I won't be there.

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Rescue Me

Everything around this feels so wrong,
Feeling as if this does not belong,

Feeling trapped inside a world that isn't for this,
Retreating within to the recesses of this mind full of bliss,

This feels like screaming but to let it out would not do,
The people would hear this and wonder to what is wrong with you,

Then to shield this so no one would understand,
Wandering the depths of mind of this barren empty land,

Alone and confined in and of this cold crystal heart,
How can this ever hope to help others when this is crumbling apart?

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Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……

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My Cocoon

Crystal clear, You are the place that cradles butterflies As they transform into beautiful, Personified But more often than not, you stab my wings Prematurely Forbidding the growth that would Lead to my escape Inevitably, you knew how much I'd love To go-- But no. You like me best when I can see the world Without being its inhabitant, When you can shield me from my hopes of Reaching healthy, touching happy You were never meant to hold anything forever But just when fingertips feel the T h r e a d s O f F r e e d o m You snap, Claw... me.... back Back into your grasp Quite like fish tank glass What their eyes can always see of me, hands Will never hold Tragic, I know What's a girl to do, stuck in a wonderland She can't push through, find Her way back to...wait, Which way home again? I don't think I've ever truly known And the worst Is all the torture inflicted by myself, at Your hearty request, wicked jest You punish me in earnest for trying to Live Stuff me back down in my bubble My hideout, my shelter You have been my home and grave for all These years What I wouldn't give now to strike the Walls, scream- GET ME OUT NOW Yet this is hopeless; I know well My captor never lets me cry At least, not out loud So I whimper and I beg Please, for the love of god, don't let me die Not here, already buried underground If I fall, No one will ever know If words could trickle to the surface, well, Would they even be received, Or thud forever silent? Help Save Fix (me)

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Dreaming Realist

Like a reaccuring nightmare,
Pondering life from the armchair,

Abruptly submerged in distant memories,
Leaving a smile that could last for centeries,

What if's plauge like vultures on decaying remains,
Feeling as if I'M enranged,

Impossible to dimiss those memories with adapting triggers,
At this point be-friending the liquors,

Dreading as everything said was meant but with much unsaid,
Unfortunately words chose to fall on deaf ears,

Hopeful that no mis-understandings weren't sent,
But to any extent,

I loved you.

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That's The Amazing Thing About Love

That's the amazing thing about love:
Love doesn't matter who it melts together,
'Cause He will never give you up.

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A Hushed Prayer

I beg for your forbearance
For I have disregarded my faith towards You
I beg for your healing in advance
For I have disclaimed Your protection and now I’m blue

Do you notice that I’m blanketed in deep distress?
My pillow is soaked externally with unsettling tears
My good memories that bestowed hopefulness
Has been meddled with for years
Has been mistreated and replaced by insecure dreadfulness
I need shelter from the tide of despairs and fears

I’m shattered and I’m seeking Your helping hand
Receive my hushed prayer…from your throne in heaven
I’m begging for Your contentment that’s beyond grand
Receive my muffled prayer… or I’ll be stuck in this tarnished den

Do you notice that I’m spinning mad in the rivers of mystifying visions?
My unwavering boat sinks drastically with damaged gears
My bad memories that departed from my missions
Has been discarding the carefree years
Has been neglected and torn apart by dishonorable decisions
I need Your love to embrace me with jubilation and cheers
I beseech for Your mercy
For I have abused my steadfast hope towards You
I look forward to Your infinite Kingdom favorably
For I have admired Your blessings and now my dreams come true!
In Jesus’s name,


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How I Long For--

My dreams are falling apart
In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!"
You are the stars - searing my 
Soul is kneeling to the ground
Trace my future and take wing
Towards the pathway...You find peace
You are an angel in my--

Heart is bleeding soundlessly
Above land...I mourn so sweet
I am the clouds - carrying a 
Gallon of grief...release me!
Place me in fields of love and
Forgive me and lift me up
You are the heavens to my--

Heart is beating profoundly
Without Your heart's joyous song
You are the sun - nourishing 
My lambs are grazing around,
Roving in fields of splendor,
Enlightening the darkness
You are an apple to my--

Eye is grieving...losing sight
Of Your glory...I feel lost
You are the lake - sparkling with
Delight and Luck! Bring us home!
Grow like a morning glory
In the autumn time, You thrive
You are valuable to my--

Eye is twinkling...praying for 
Insight...yearning for Your sight
You are the hills - guiding my
Mind is longing for your mirth--
Restoring peace to my verse,
Sprouting forth grace and freedom
You are the train tracks, bearing--

My train of thought...making my
Steel spirit connect with Yours
You are the valley - between
The mountains guarding us all,
Building strength to fragile bones,
Welcoming a stream of hope
You are my map - lending me

YOUR helping hand I would take
Now, I could take Your challenge
You are like a maze filled with
Mysteries conceal the truth;
I fight with all of my might
And I BEG for Your mercy
To mend my once blissful dreams!

How I long for Your mercy...

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 Sad, useless, all alone
 that's all I use to moan
 crying tears of blood
 smearing my name like mud
a lonely shadow in the corner
I was but a lowly mourner
then one day you appeared 
and wiped away my painful  tears
you said you loved me then gave a nod
I asked who are you 
you said "YOUR GOD!"

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The Savior

Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Blood flows on the soil for the vengeance of souls.

Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Hear the woes of men seeking for home.

Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Revenge calls no end for it resurrects the horned. 

Silent hearts will boil,
Men will fight on thorns
Until He descends; there will be no more knights with swords.

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I was in a panic my heart beating rapidly

At the thought of losing it all.

I looked around and what I found

Were angels starting to fall.


Warriors from up above

Sent to help the willing,                             

But what they had wasn’t enough;

to stop humanity from killing.


For they were corrupt and unjust

In what they have learned

They didn’t realize that all of their sinning;

Was going to get them burned.


 Here are all of the angels;

 Working hard to save

These people who just laugh at death

And the gift in which he gave.


There was an angel so beautiful,

One I couldn’t see- for there was

A bright white light

Surrounding him and me.


He kissed my temple and he whispered

Everything was going to be okay.

I felt the warmth of the message

That he tried to relay.


A peace washed over me as I realized;

 I had spoken to God,

I watched the dirty looks and heard the snickers

Of those who found it odd.


For in this age it is impossible,

To speak to the creator,

It must have been a demon in disguise

A great impersonator.


They were wrong

 I have never had such a great feeling,

Energy passed through me

 And healed the pain I’d been concealing.


I will always remember

The day that I had needed

A miracle from up above

My prayers had been heeded.

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Concrete Cliffs

No form, no organization, no verse.
A crescendo followed by silence and screams.
A wooden home locked inside of a concrete tome,
With a world collapsing while we keep relapsing
And again the past resurges; what we bury tends not to stay that way,
After all, the piper must have his pay.

A dark closet and we’ve seen fit to rot in it
The Devil in the details told me to be his advocate.
And El Dorado’s gone because a city of gold just wasn’t sustainable
But if it’s attainable then you’re damn right it’s going to be painful.
And death isn’t an option for those of us who feel compelled to keep walkin’
On the sand-- or is it ash? It doesn’t really make a difference while they slash
Their prices by depriving kids of rice and pin open their eyelids
For their twenty hour shifts ‘till they try to plummet themselves off of
Concrete cliffs.

And Macondo is Columbia, unless it’s in the Gulf of Mexico, 
but you already knew that, Mr. Critic.
But what are you going to do with it?
Frankenstein was the man, not the monster
The confusion first came when our blame ceased to reclaim 
An association between dissociation and our relation
To whatever the truth may have been
‘Cuz it certainly isn’t the truth anymore.

Blank pages in our textbooks and you ask me to memorize it
Regurgitate it and tell you what you want to hear--
My foods teacher says no eating in her class
And sees fit to harass her students with her utter lack
Of discernible knowledge while we cook some Kraft Mac and Cheese.
But who can blame her with the pay she’s getting?

No Telemachus on the television—Nor do we see Stephen
Not while the Situation is breathin’, cuz that’s what’s loved by the station.
Where’s the frustration? The indignation with the ignorant elation
That comes with living in a used-up world?
Dig a treasure map out of the trash and get it unfurled,
You walk to the ‘X’, but it’s been dug up—no wonder it was in there in the first place.

And the esoteric is what they find hysteric ‘cuz they’re all in on the joke
That they find so funny ‘cuz the system is broke.
Politics in work, in life, in marriage, in LIFE,
The wall of separation was torn down it seems, and soon you’ll find them tapping your dreams.
Enjoy watching your people’s nightmares, O Creators.
Tell us it’s what we want.

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When I think of war
I think of death

When I think of death i think of war
either here on the homeland
somewhere around the world
What are we fighting for?
Power to be in control
Nothing has gain from past wars
Only blood sheds on the battlefields
And cities destroyed
because of man greed
To gain the world
then loses one's soul
Wisdom is better than any
Silver or gold.

The strench of death devourer the air
Death is always violent
From the slaughter houses
To the battlefields
Does anybody really cares?

Mothers hearts are broken
Fathers activates hatred
Towards they countrymen
Young sold