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The Ladybug's Whisper

And the ladybug placed a caressing whisper into dragonfly’s ear,
“I want to fly again. I crave to flap my tiny wings towards sunset’s crux. 
I want to breathe again. I want to be held like winds within canyon’s dialect.”

“But, first, I just need to scream.”


Let me be your breeze.



The power to swim!
The power to grin!
The desire to never, ever fall again!

Let us embrace conundrum’s waterfall to be its resolution!
Let us allow joy to be our bedtime lullabies!
Let us let love IN without full moon’s dependency!

Ride on this impeccable jet stream towards animosity’s downfall!

Look in the face of your beautiful enemies
Daring it to stand above pedestal’s fallacy
Let your radiance be their final intimacy!

Take incipient steps,
Upon mended asphalt wishes

Let them tremble at the sight of your beautifully embattled smile
Knowing they will never reciprocate

Where desert winds kneel in our reflections
For we are an oasis
Forged of blood diamonds; sacrificial memories

Breezes become gusts
Gusts become worshipped exhales

All that I am!
All that you are!
All that they hope to be!

Our Yin & Yang
Will release proverbial boomerangs
Breaking vicious circles upon this genesis

We sway above greener pastures.

Gusts become breezes.


Breaking enigmatic mirrors to see your true colors
With a scream to paint your new canvas


The time is now,
Let your two feet become one.

Rise, my ladybug!

Say goodbye
To detrimental trials

And caress newfound trust
Within a gentle

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©Drake J. Eszes

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Buttercups and laughter

She sings in soft tones,
her magic exists beyond the obvious.
Listen closely to her wanting,
She is wrapped in a trancendent light.

A dreamer,
chasing white rabbits.
Grasping for the infinite,
with delicate hands.

A moth, 
Dances within her luminosity.
Flying on yesterday's wings,
carrying smiles that are meant for tommorow.
Witness her as she waits to exhale.

A daisy chain,
tied around her wrist.
A future promise to be kept.
For within her spirit,
exists a burning passion! 
She awaits one who is worthy,
of her consuming flame

Although she is unaware,
hers is a temporary sadness.
Happiness flirts at the edge of her dreaming,
waiting for an open window.
His shadow hidden behind frosted glass.

Shades of green,
turn brilliant yellow!
Buttercups dance around her feet.
Her laughter floats across the meadow.
Happiness runs to her open arms.

Together they skip, to her apple tree.
For hers is a faith that trancends the temple.
Her spirit sought and found salvation.
He had been with her all along,
I can see it in her smile.
The rain has passed and sunshine resides in her eyes!

For Catie Lindsey's contest. 
I hope she sees beyond her shadows to her field of buttercups.

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Tibetan Tears

My heart aches for
Your hearts that break. 
I shed tears mingling with 
Yours for the forgotten years;
The tortured monks and nuns…
For your people who suffer still
With no voice to teach
Your hopeless, hungry, young.
Only your elder's tears
Know of the deep sorrow
Of your lost lives, lost culture,
Your sacred Buddhist beliefs,
Your divine history that
Continues to be destroyed.
Even as your dead fall
You do not hate…
You only wish to liberate
Those loving souls who
Remain as strangers in their
Own beloved land.
Let me be your voice
To join with other voices that
Will help you attain freedom.

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Rules and Regulations

How long did it take her to be free?

How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world

How long did it take for her to overcome Devil’s workshop
Slowly caressing her retinas
With silky daffodils and two-faced tulips

She dives into a glistening pool of complicated risk
Opening her atrium to the masses

Shedding incumbent teardrops
Just for that one standing ovation

It was then
Where pieces of plastic chains fell from demure stratosphere

Dented taps, similar to a shoeless dancer,
Setting off bass tones and low-key monotony

For she was
One cholesterol filled syllable short
To be genuine

One tearful, hyphenated lyric
Too blunt
To be embraced by their “god”

One dilapidated vowel shy
Of being honest

Her diary didn’t have enough pages torn
From emerald sanity

There were too many “Wows”,
Diluting into disingenuous shoulder pats

Her stanza pushed aside

A glorified booty call with no call back number
Leaving messages towards empty dial tones


How long will it take her to be free?

Until she looks up
Knowing she already holds the key

©Drake J. Eszes

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Rising Above My Pinnacle

I climb towards the pinnacle of my mind
Slipping on my inconsistancies 
Grabbing at the edges of my understandings
Afraid to look down
For surely I will fall into my abyss 

My feet hold fast 
Push me upwards
Extending my reach to the next crevice
My brains intricate folds
Hidden memories
Words I hold onto that slow my ascent
My not good enoughs
My cannots
My I've always been this way

Here I am hanging upside down
Telling myself
I'm tired
I can't hold on
It's okay to let go

But wait 
I reach for the I can
Until I pull myself to solid ground
I stand upon my limited understanding
Now realizing I was never alone
Ropes of hope had held me in place
Over the landscape of my life my eyes trace
Seeing clearly my yesterday
Each step that led to today
All the people that helped me find my way
I realize I have not come to the end of me
My landscape is ever changing
I flap my wings and rise above my mountain
My possibilities are endless
For now my mind is free
In the distance

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Endearing the gods of enlightenment, dip tenderly into the rainbows
Color band of intrinsic light, softly breathing, as the hushed breath of
A morning doves first coo of life, the lotus flower does blossom and bloom.
Infusions delicate creation floating in the still pond of the everlasting,
Drifting, swaying at the mercy of life's strife, yet in harmonious peace
Its beauty remains perfections timeless jewel, sparkling beneath the mid-eastern
Bending does the reddest rose, yielding it's petals to the keepsakes heart
Most sacred inner place, a whirl winds tidal storm of emotions contemplation
Point of origin, it bleeds with a crimson preciousness,
Tangled are the vines woven to and fro, but rich is the human soul.
Floating, cascading cherry blossom's dance, amongst the winds of
Destiny's air, ever gently whispering of loves softness, comforting warmth
Within the arms of lovers devotional vows.
These are the delicate tokens of the for-get-me-knots, showering of the
Lotus, a blending emergence, behold the feminine
Oh let the captive sparrow sing so softly the notes of spring, let her soar
Amongst the eternal skies of white clouds beneath liberation's whitest
Wings of grace.
Upwards, lifted upwards to touch and caress the distant sun above,
Little bird spread your delicate appendages, lie thy offering of the lotus
Leaf before the divine, and may it appease the God's, from which it draws
Life itself from be thy finest gift ever sacrificed,
Tender are their tears are shed, for she the sparrow of mortality.
Exhalted amongst the stars in the very heavens on high,
A beauty figure thus stands, poring the water of life into the deep
Rivers of the universe, and behind her ear lies a lotus blossom.
That blooms eternal.


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Peace to all of the inhabitants within and without the universe
Respect to all existence both stagnant and dynamic
No desire to understand only to observe and appreciate

Those who’ve sought understanding have greatly misunderstood

They intend to change (upgrade) and will inevitably spike altercation
Disrupting and forever corrupting universal equilibrium

Effort to become God the creator and healer of all is the cause of disruption

Persevering disabling efforts to be God with the determination of correction is the cause of infinite corruption – the effect of cyclical disruption

“____ heals all wounds”

No human is able to fix
We are only able to use
An attempt to restore is abuse

“____ heals all wounds”


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The View

        THE VIEW 
(A sad point of view)

I can't believe he has to be a poet
To tell you how he feels
Maybe he does not know it
Words written on paper don't really heal
Do not tell her you are sorry
When your apology is not real

To be or not to be?
That is the question you should really ask.

The man should never call himself a poet
Unless he has lived, learn, lost, and gained it all back

The man who writes good poetry
In my eyes is a man of art
He can paint you anything without a paintbrush
This is the man I call no poet, with a colorful heart

Using all his manly skills
He is way ahead of the ordinary man
Leaving the imagination, filling the soul with chills
He is like the woman who leaves you all aroused

(A sad point of view.)

While the woman swims in her own drown.
She finds herself helpless to suffering worlds.
Without a man she thinks she is lost, nowhere to be found.

The secret of the female is
When she is heart broken
She thinks life is over 
Little at the time she knows
Once a woman feels
She gets right back up to be a lady
When the time calls
The lady is stronger than ever

One thing I learned about a lady 
You better respect her
Don't destroy her better days
She will crumble you up for sure
If the lady says she is a poet 
Than a poet in her

I will never insult a lady
She will crush you where it hurts 
A real lady knows how to control her man
A lady knows how to keep her emotional words real

But the woman needs to grow 
Stop trying to be something she's not
In time she will know
To give it her best shot
I will praise myself and say
"Woman always come and go."
A poet, she can act and play
With fake words that have no flow
This is my demo to all poetry freaks
Keep it real!!


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The Red Babushka

Nineteen twenty-four and the wind was cold,
When men in uniform entered our town;
Forced us to leave in their boxcars,
Made us believe that it was for our own safety.

With no time to fix our things
We hurriedly got in the box.
And when everyone was in,
The doors were locked.

The place was hell
For not even a whisper of wind 
Could enter the place,
Nor could a light shine through its walls.

Our eyes were dry and lips cracked
Plead for just a single drop;
As four nights and days we travelled
Inside the cars with no food or water.

The box unimaginable in its very state,
For dung and human liquid fragranced the place.
Weak-hearted both young and old struggled to live
Even the strong wished not to survive.

And on the fourth day, the box went to a halt!
Survivors were singing songs to God;
“Please end this tormented journey,
And deliver us home safely.”
Light shone as the heavy doors were opened!
We dropped to our knees
Hoping the place was Paradise
But Paradise was it not for we were in Hell. 

Ironically, the gate held words
Like that as ‘Beware of the Dog.’
Written in frostbitten wood saying:

My mind was puzzled upon seeing those,
How could labor set you free,
When labor here meant
Dying in force and agony.

Jew, work or die!
Jew, never complain and lie!

Those were the words 
That became music in our ears,
As we bent our bones
Working for freedom that is bound.

Jew, form your lines!
Jew, the choosing has come!

And in this place we call Hell,
An Angel waits for preys.
Not to feed to its cherubim
But to the ovens decay.

Jew, old and sick!
Jew, to the ovens burn!

As the sun paints the sky red,
A gray smoke danced with the setting clouds,
And in the heavens, the old and sick smile
Grateful to be forever free from the Angel.

On and on, the days passed by
Not faster but years it seem.
Millions were killed by the monsters of time,
Feeding them to the hungry gas ovens.

Then one even night,
I dreamt of food, of home,
Of freedom and safety
And a voice calling me to follow.

I had no choice but to obey,
For in that moment I was already tired,
Sick and losing hope that once was mine
But seem to be forever lost. 

On the 16th of March,
I lied still in my shelf.
I slept forever smiling,
With my red babushka in hand.

But disappointed and angry was I
To share the very day of my death
To the birth of the Malach-ha-mavis:
The Angel of Death.

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A Grim Fairy Tale

I was born a girl
whose parent’s died.
Then given to others
whose social status was high.
Papa, the king, but died in war.
Mama, the queen, who didn’t marry more.
An eternal scowl upon her face
as she kept her daily pace.
Hair pinned high upon her head.
“Do this!” “Do that!” She constantly said
and when I’d do one thing wrong
she’d scold me, yelling “Cinderella!”, for hours long.
And once she was done with what she said
I’d get back to work again.
But one day I got fed up.
Ran up my tower and closed the door up.
My window, the only way out
but Mama barged in, stopping in mid-shout.
But I just turned back and smiled
and then I fell a thousand miles.
And I lay among the trees
my spirit, at last, forever free.

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Pain had damaged her wings
in her seemingly endless struggles
beating them against the valley walls,
then, in the last days she made haste 
and climbed to the mountain’s summit
and flew free.

At first I could not see
that the sun and the moon 
were shining on that verdant floor
where she lay still 
till her soul opened its wings and ascended to live 
far above the clouds.

That bird of her soul encompassed the earth
casting no shadows
in all the six directions, and as I watched her ascent
one falcon feather like a sycamore seed
spiralled down and became entangled 
in my hair.

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The day has been too long.
The promise of a scented dawn
Lost its fulfilment in the dazzling brilliance
Of a hot, bright sun
And the tingle of a moment’s rapture
Flowed rapidly into the throbbing pulse of insecurity.
Noon stretched nerves to a breaking point
And tension clung to the midday air
As clothes stuck damply to the sweating body.
Sunset brought relief, as a peaceful calm
Settled down with the night.
In the silence of my new-found freedom
I gaze upwards into infinity
And contemplate the knowledge
Fixed in the striking monochrome
Of Christ crucified against a paling moon
While in his dreams, man savours
The rotten splendour of success.

Contest: Impress me (with a poem I haven't read yet)
Sponsored: Poet Destroyer A (2014)
Placed: 5th


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Locked Out

Part of the crowd Laughing Loving life The world is your oyster Your aphrodisiac Making you feel high Nothing going wrong Top of the world You're number one Gone in an instant Locked out Barred An outcast Unwanted No longer a star Can't wait patiently Scrambling Pining Searching for a solution Need to connect Needing your high Why won't you answer Prayers ignored Cries not heard In Hiding Longing to shine She sits impatiently
**Dedicated to Casarah who is locked out of the soup and is waiting for her account to be unlocked**

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The ground shudders, and shakes,
 Under pounding hooves.
 Echoing against canyon walls.
Fast and furious wild hearts beat,
Keeping equal pace, with the prairies,
 Wide divide.
From within hell's fiery furnace,
Tempered muscle drives motions sinew.
Behold evolution's die hard breed,
Built for no other purpose except,
Excessive Speed.
Racing along at razors edge,
Accelerating testing endurance's,
Brute strength.
Mustangs roam god's vast expanse,
 Deserts devils burning blazing trails.
Encounters ghostly figures, dwelling amongst,
 Forbidden territories reservations.
Dust clouds shadow creatures alluding,
 Humanities intensive detection.
Harnessing destiny's forgotten beasts,
 Freedom's native horses challenging,
 Limitless domain.
Blackened pitch melting seamlessly,
 Mixing with hewed grays.
 Heaven's canvas erupts.
Storms rage splits lightening’s,
 Herding horse flesh towards,
Maximum Resolution.
Divine specters haunting thunders,
boarder lands, slick footed range warriors.
 Traveling hidden roads ancient paths.
Natures raw power hardens brutalities
 Rival Arabians fight to prove dominates.
One lone stallion stands, dark bristling mane,
 Brushed by evenings cooling breeze.
The leader takes cliffs highest plateau.
As silences experienced guardian,
 He watches cautiously.
Resting at sunsets twilight hour,
 Quenching thirsts, unyielding desires.
Next to waters crystal streams they ease.
Gently relieving tension's strains
 Beside one another.
Comforts unity beneath reflective,
 Moonlight's softness.
Mares and colts whinny in graduates,
Soon it shall come upon them,
Once more.
Dawn's rays cross horizons palette,
 Under universal skies.


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I'm not a terrorist

I'm not a terrorist
I'm a peaceful woman
I'm waiting for the sun...
To remove the darkness and reach the sky
To hold my flag and wave it high
To hug the air, and kiss the sand
To liberate my country and plant my land
To color life with the color of peace
To dream, to hope, to feel free
I'm not holding a gun, you see?
I have a green branch in my hand
I have a nice dream in my mind
Give me freedom and let me go
Take my hand and let's say no
No war, no crime, no pain
Let's survive
But be careful... you must know
It's our land... don't say no
I will write it over the rainbow
Palestine will be free
Palestine, you exist to be!

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You Will Be the Last

Feel my curling vines surround this unyielding fence
For years they have been tightly gripped against your rust
Above us, a darkened raincloud,
Threatening lightning and stinging sorrows…
Though instead of indifference, I feel the aftermath of your thunder
That back-staged happiness, when we are no longer pretending
And I hear your prolonged exhalation behind me…
It teases me…my heart pumping wildly in tragic suspense
The curtains tightly drawn—the crowd suddenly gone…
You replace your jovial shine with a grimace 
A wisp of cold wind, the only real sign that you have passed me by
Long passed me by…

I avert my eyes to the light of a window, no longer wishing to cry
No longer wanting to suspend and obsess
To fall in love, so in love
With this eternal-faced doubt and melancholy
I turn into your embrace…and yet…
It really is not an embrace at all
An ashamed unification, if anything…
A pain to look upon.. a drafty and disdainful view
As if my existence upon yours is your lethal trepidation
I rest my eyes away from you now
And I feel the grip of my vines…
I feel how tightly they hold you…
I smell the fragrance of my monomaniac squeeze
And I feel the grip of my vines…..

Averting my eyes entirely, I lean into another soul to let you go
Though your thunder often rumbles my way…
And your lightning clashes and crushes me
The happiness in your eyes shriveling my thorns of defense
Knowing that my absence has caused this…relief…
And suddenly…the thought of this other wisps through…
Such a strange choice of soul to fixate on…
Yet there you are—yet you were always there…
Engraving life into my ever-bleeding stalks

Try not to get too close, my friend…
I refuse to strangle you too…
You will be the last where the gloomy clouds loom
You will be the last to take in my degrading scent
You will be the last to see me cry
You will be the last to pass me by

Try not to gaze as my vines surround you…
Not quite touching you in fear of what may come next
As I rest my eyes…remember…
It is in your power to slip right on through
When my eyes lift, I shall expect no open curtains
These eyes shall never anticipate a complete production
My thunder will zoom past you
Behind you, and over you
And the remnants of earlier sighs…
Shall be the winds of your passing by…

You will be the last…
And the very best is always last
Feel my curling vines grip what truly matters…
No fence stands between us now. 

January 14, 2015

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Eye of the Storm

It calls to me sweet 
succulent scent that lives 
in the rain 
I am 
with its power, raw energy 
pulsating through me, delicious 
water cleansing my 
weary soul, 
awakening desire 
Skyclad I dance with thunder 
while lightning sets fire 
to my eyes 
wind whips through my hair, 
sending spirals 
into the 
calling to the heavens to 
Beauty has no boundaries while 
the storm rages its 
glorious fury upon 
naked flesh drenched with natures 
glorious tears 
i am glowing with 
the wonders 
of mother 
I fall upon the slick ground 
grass clinging to sodden 
flesh, i am humbled 
to be graced 
by the magic 
of this 
Serenity has granted me its 
embrace, lost is despair 
washed into the soil 
passion fire has been lit 
in the eye 
of the 

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Strolling around town 
At prohibited time 
Ignoring the church bell sounds
While I see people hurrying 
Down the sidewalk
On their way to work 

Think maybe I'll find 
Pen and paper
And have a coffee somewhere 

Or maybe not

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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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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

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World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last

For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 

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Moments In Time

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

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

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

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

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Take me away but I promise to sing a Song

NOTE: I have placed this Poem as a Video Poem also on!/profile.php?id=100001219732381

[ This Poem is dedicated to Freedom of Expression  
and Tibetan Dharma Guru Shri Dalai Lama to support
his struggle for the cause of Freedom of Expression ]

Take me away but I promise to sing a Song

Take me away from such a place, 
Where feelings and emotions, 
cannot be freely expressed. 

Where new thoughts and ideas are crushed,
By the rod of power and corrupts.

Where mind do not get the opportunity to reveal,
its vast sea of beauty and varying colors.

Where love never flies freely in the sky,
while touching the unexplored lofty heights, and
wings of Poetry are nipped in the buds, 
before they bloom and spread their smiles.

Where wind do not flow,
while touching the flowers and buds,
Where the butterflies do not have the freedom,
to show their varying moods and colors.

Where faiths have lost their grandeurs and glow, and
shrines are converted into suffocating barracks.
Where love has lost its magic of moving a heart, 
to sing a song and dance on the call of its soul,
Where a vast sea of humans live,
without the freedom of expression.

Take me away from such a land and place,
Where people live in chains under iron curtains.

I promise I will come back to this land one day,
when the breeze will flow freely touching every heart,

When its people will have the freedom to fly on their wings,
I promise I will come back,  to such a place one day,

When animals too would move without fear in their hearts, and
birds would be free to fly anywhere in the sky.

When the morning dew would greet the new rising Sun,
By glittering without fear, its silver and golden beams,
When flowers and buds would freely spread, 
their alluring wings and fragrance in the air.

When the human mind would be free to explore and express, 
its ideas and colors on the canvas of paper.

I promise I will come to such a land one day,  
to Sing the song of joy and mirth.

Kanpur India 27th Aug. 2011


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Lone Wolf

I am the loner, the rebel
never the leader, I go my own way.
Never trying to run with the pack,
but ahead of them.
I never go where they go,
or do what they do.
Surviving amongst the solitude
of dense forests and misty fogs.
Living for the moonlit midnight hours.
Running wild and free
with the wind in my hair
and the moon
reflecting in my golden eyes.
My kind is close to extinction.
Only a few others remain 
who are trustworthy,
only to them do I remain loyal.
I am unforgiving to those
who would dare to cross my path.
I am never afraid
to speak out into darkness.
My wail fills the night air,
a lone cry
not of sadness, or loneliness,
but of freedom,
to go my own way
and be a loner.

For Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Personify Any Animal Of Your Choosing"

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A Room Full of Butterflies

Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.

A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

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A Cowboy Is

heartbeat of the American dream early settlers escaped tyranny rode West, used squatters’ rights claimed land and turned to ranching nights ‘neath stars and grub by campfires from nearby hills wolves howling driving cattle across wide prairies boomtowns erected when gold was found ghost towns remain as a symbol of lost wealth cowboys saw the growth of a nation encountered tribes that rebelled met others that passed peace pipes Tombstone today haunted by sounds barroom brawls and sultry saloon singers not an easy life; the strongest survived few emulated Clint Eastwood or John Wayne just men who still enjoy freedom to roam the range but freedom always comes at a price few riders had family ties ladies of the night were their comfort only a handful became rich ranchers still they ride still they ride

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Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.

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My hands are shaking,
pen is eager to soar.
Today I'll let my mind
speaks my soul.
I'm a human being...
freedom I have owned.
Piercing lines drown in my head.
Blood of nativity flows in my  veins.
Nobody would love to shrink,
When I slash the tip of my ink.
Who would've told me,
I must own a bachelor degree.
In line of procreation,
does it need license to illusion?
Your words may not be mine,
but these hearts can beat as one.
Paint this world with freedom.
Don't be afraid, speak your mind,
Write every pieces with your heart.

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A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

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One Girl Rises

I will not be held down
I rise from the pit of ignorance
No longer silent
Stronger than you
I am what you fear
No longer will I be denied 
Give me my education

Each day I will come to your door
Knocking till you answer
My time is now
You will not ignore me
I will be heard
I stand with my sisters
An immovable force
This is my time

You may shoot me
Place your foot upon my neck
Yet I will scream 
Calling out for justice
I will not stop
My sisters will lift me up
I will spit in your face
My life is not yours to decide
Do not consider this veil as a sign of my weakness
It represents your own
You are no longer my master

Open the school doors
Welcome in all the children
We will be your strength
In the end you will thank us
You will praise God for wisdom
You will gain strength 
The winds of change are good
If all are not free you live as a jailor

Brothers are coming to our rescue
Do not be found among the guilty
It is time for change
The time is now

Look up the Movie Trailer for "Girl Rising"  the movie inspired my poem.

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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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Patradoot or The Messenger 29 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger29 /Many 
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

These young boys and girls,  were brought up,  
By their parents, with great love and affection, 
Now they are mad, in love for their motherland,
To show the splendors of their youthful energy.

They are ready even to sacrifice their heads,
What to say of body pains and tortures inflicted on them, 
By seeing such fearlessness and energy of their youth,
Even the enemy gets ashamed of, dear letter.

Triloki was one of these young boys, 
Who happily took bullets on his chest, dear letter,
And kept on moving ahead without withdrawing,
Keeping the dignity of our nation and Satyagraha.


You will find my beautiful city Allahabad,* 
In an ecstasy and full of rapture, flowing in it’s air,
When you will move on its roads and streets,
Along with the Postman, dear letter.


Kanpur India 12th August 2010                        to continue in 30


* Allahabad		Also know as Prayag or Triveni is the most ancient city
                                    of India, where river Ganga and Yamuna now meets at
                                    the holy place called Sangam.

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 


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The Lives We Choose

I am poet
I have lived many lives
I have walked down ancient corridors
Climbed insurmountable obstacles 
Held universes within my hands
Gravity does not hold me
I breathe among the stars

I dream the dreams of kings
While kissing the lips of angels
I have spoken with the prophets of old
For me time is of no consequence
I am somewhere and everywhere
I live a hundred years in but a few moments

Fly along my verse
Be transported to the impossible
Shed your limitations
Know the freedom of the mind
Taste and touch the incredible
For you too are poet
Dream beyond the obvious
Create all your happy endings
If you cry 
Let it be a magnificent sadness
Write beyond your tortured walls
You choose
You be
The one
Who lives many

Inspired by Eileen Ghali's poem
"Another Somewhere"

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Born in a valley's secluded mountain range Wandered along the rivers clear Knelt in havens carved in a forest Escaped to dwell at ocean's shore Enticed to follow budding dreams And there, while chasing butterflies The barren desert bloomed

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Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
 Or Jessie James, let them leap off 
The written page, and live again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
 In there bloody hands.
Wanted men, flee to,
 Parts unknown,
Horse thieves, and 
Cattle rustlers,
Trying to evade the long,
 Arm of the law.
 Fate decides whom lives,
 And dies.
It makes no difference,
 Innocent or guilty.
After all it is life’s truest rule,
An eye for an eye, blood shed,
To give the devil his vengeance,
Behold survival of fittest,
Heavens gates, are made from,
Twisted metal.
The hangman's tree stands ready,
Hollow nooses swing in,
 Destiny’s winds,
To bid found ado unto evil men.
Strong limbs bare heavy weight,
A scaled balance of ropes,
 Tenuous strength.
Blind lady liberty turns,
 Her gaze away.
At histories hesitation towards,
Real justice's justification.
Hard men ride ahead, 
Leaving behind
Legends tin stars, 
Amongst trail dust,
Behold the old west breath's,
Between books binding,  
And words harsh black ink.
Hardened steel vs. freedoms,


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

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Nailed to a Cross

Have you ever hung on a cross
Have you ever had too many
lines on the mirror
too many labels peeled of
bottles at dawn
cones that wreak
seen monsters
come out of waves you surf
eleven in the morning

Can you relate to this
attempt to catch
my attempt to
prompt you to think
without indoctrination
without malice
with empathy
congruence and


by quoting
have you ever hung on a cross

I have failed.
And He has conquered

In this sub urban crucifixion 
Of the mind
Have you found your crossroad
You know, the one where
Everything hangs in the balance
And your decision is a paradigm shift
Or is this where it ends?

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Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."

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The Bard of the Cotton Fields

Attached to the trees,
...of his mind’s fascination.
Caressing virgin pages 
With a borrowed pen.
Trapped in a time...
...of being owned by someone.
Where freedom was only, 
for the birds in the wind.

He’s heard of New York,
He’s heard of LA...
These are the thoughts,
He shares with the moon...
The humid day...
...blows dust on his face.
His father runs over,
 “Get ta pickin’ boy soon!!!”

The freedom has silenced,
Reality...came back to mind.
No one’s ready for the truth he uncovered, 
Not even the land...that he proudly calls home.
Freedom does exist...
Within the mind of a poet.
Not just in the sky... 
Where the freedom bird’s flown.

At his father’s request,
He starts pickin’...pickin’ inspiration...
.. on desolate plantations of lies,
...of his father’s 40 acres and a mule.
Shackled to his dreams,
The wind whispers slavery’s sorrow...
Hummed by the workers abroad.
Lord, this boy’s not a cotton pickin’ fool.

Uneducated...his creations are sketches,
Poems in pictures of young boy dreams...
In the midst of slavery...he’s only a slave to his art, 
And only...on the page can he run and play...
His the worker’s song ...pickin’ cotton blues,
The rhythm of chains, and whistles of security afar.
For now...he sneaks off to his muse...a shade tree,
Hiding from the hot Georgian sun at bay. 

While American kids ride their bicycles,
His recess is confined to his mind.
As the whistles grow farther into the distance,
It’s time for his imagination to play and run.
With bloody hands...he hums aloud,
Cooled by the un-racial breeze...caressing virgin pages...
...sketching his poems with a borrowed pen,
Under the very tree...where his forefather’s hung from...

Note: Inspired by the work of Christopher Higgins

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The letter

The Letter

DEAR Marlene,

Sweet heart of the dead
Adored by generations not yet born
Marlene we love you.

Your beauty burned the wings of JFK
And brought big John to his knees.
For your love, was meant for more.
You shocked the World with a velvet kiss
An elegant truth in a sea of Fools.

It took one voice to start a War,
One bullet to unite false prophets
One woman to speak out.
You ostracized the Nazis for what they were.
Stood tall, through treason
Did not follow, Hitler’s Spell
Chose to Love America s freedom instead.

When Reapers scythe came
Song and Compassion was your shield.
It Gave comfort to the damned as shell and mortar pound
Your words a respite, from the fear
And your beauty, a reminder.
That love awaits the Soldiers return.
Back to the German farms and the English meadows
For love knows nothing of war.

You witnessed holy sacrilege,
Saw blind disciples fuel the reapers fire
Both sides, in the name of god,
Oh how heaven must have wept

Marlene you dared to question religion,
For Your soul could see through the flames,
While others perished in mortals Pride.
You Asked god to review his plan.
Only you, Marlene could do that

Where have all the flowers gone
Your message to Humanity,
But the Heinkel and the Spitfire
Flew too high to hear
And the flowers of youth
All Eaten by silent sheep, and taken to yet another slaughter.

Yet be proud Marlene
For Your echo awakened a new generation to peace,
Although lasting peace is like true love, so hard to find,
But never the less, a goal we devote our lives to.
Some countries have found their Peace
While other search.
Humanity is still a child in these matters,
And war still goes on 
When will they ever, learn, when will they, ever learn.

Try to forgive us,
Perhaps the man upstairs,
Really does have another plan, Marlene Dietrich, 
At least I’m sure that Eternity
Will be a far more beautiful and interesting place
With you in it,
and I look forward to meeting you.

Love Steven 

Footnote to this poem
JFK relates to her affair with President Kennedy
Big john relates to her affair with John Wayne
The Velvet kiss was the first lesbian kiss on main stream cinema 1930
Marlene was bisexual.
The line where have all the flowers gone and when will they ever learn comes from the song forever associated with Marlene Dietrich.

Brief Biography
Born 1901 in Germany
First film in 1920
Became American Citizen 1937
Awarded Medal of Freedom USA 1947
Awarded Legion of Honor by France
Died 1992 in Paris.

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The Cost of Freedom

The cost of freedom has increased, the price went up.
It takes alot to be free, but the price is love.
And the PRIZE is love.
Not saying you have to sing; kumbaya around a fiery ring,
but voices and rainbow hands will raise high to the night sky
as we shake off shackles and chains
and they slide down
and wrap around
the original drum,
which beats and sings out song that'll never fall from the tongue.
It clicks shut, complete with lock and key.
And we are poor slaves joining hands with empty pockets 
and shackled hearts.
The cost of freedom has increased,
which is why when we form our ring,
there's a low drum beating in the dark.

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Tethered To My Happy

My inner child
That silly self
My mischievous one
The one, who tethers me to my happy

I languish in his joyfulness
He sprinkles stardust in my eyes
I laugh with his exuberance
He says what he thinks
His is the voice of my honesty
Sure, sometimes he gets me in trouble 
Occasionally, bursting a bubble
Yet with him, my world is double

He knows how to have fun
I'm getting older but together we run
He sees no limits 
So neither do I
He's the reason, I want to try
His imagination, helps me fly

So, I thank my inner child
My portal to happy, my source of wild
He is the very essence of me
The truer part, who sets me free
He does not think, he let's me be

So if you see, a glimmer in my eye
It's most likely, my little guy
He'd love to meet your inner child 
The one who's happy, a little wild
Together they have games to play
Don't keep him or her
Locked away

This poem was inspired by a comment I left for Michael Clarke.
Check out his work he is a talented poet.

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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                    and even bigger brown eyes

smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*

I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
        even when she is no longer little.

She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.

My almost-nine year old girl
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.

You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles

I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.

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The piano plays on endlessly, the same music plays on
Don't you ever tire from this routine?
The same boring things, the same monotonous life
Which you are leading
Don't you want to jump over the edge?
To find out what's waiting for you?
Or would you rather sit like a potato?
And watch life pass you by

Don't you want to be crazy in love
And pursue what your heart craves?
Or would you rather tell me " your sweet honey
Just not the right one for me"
Would you rather sit and wallow in guilt
Instead of owning up to your faults?
Don't you for once want to throw caution to the wind?
And say " to hell with rules" and move on.

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Fly Away

--Fly away.
We were compelled to believe that all men are created equal,
But they lied to our fore fathers and we are just the sequel.
You can turn back the page and gaze at what the truth reveals
Or ask your parents or grandparents to tell you how they feel.
At the bottom of the totem pole, set there on purpose
To see if you can climb up, but tell me is it worth this
To have “power” but your only power is to purchase
Never having any depth, just hovering above the surface.
Curiosity killed the cat, remember that what’s accepted is fact
Don’t retrace what’s been replaced, there 'll just be egg on your face.
But be not defeated by foes and adversaries
be motivated to be the 1st and pop all these virgin cherries.
The world is ever-changing and they need your wise mind
If you must, turn your back and let your eyes be blind
To anything negative and only be positive
How will your light shine if you always keep it closeted?
Soar among the tallest building and live right between the skies
Success is not an easy path, but unused talent always dies.
To be able to wake up every day is not a given but a blessing
Don’t squander the opportunity to teach the world a lesson.
Don’t be afraid to raise the roof higher and tell the devil he’s a liar
If you stay on top of your game then the world is yours to acquire.
--Fly away.

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"Freedom To Be Soul of Agape"

A free verse is a free verse in it's beginning, 
 no matter the form of it's ending!

Free only is the verse if the verse remain free. 
 Free as in the wind blows in rustles of tree leaves. 
  Freedom as birds glide on thermo updrafts,
   over slanted mountain peaks. 

Free  as whispers of voices or  so it seems,
 in the freedom of wind through tender young 
  branches of Pine needle fingers. 

Say as one pleases in one's freedom of speech, 
  in the words of freedom’s verse as new consciousnesses awake. 

Freedom loves freedom, freedom belongs to freedom, 
 freedom has it’s source to freely give. 

Life is as free as free verse disperse. 
 O Cosmic breath, expel your consciousness, 
   I await, I listen, I anticipate. In the freedom of 
    cosmic consciousness, I begin, I proceed,
      my beginning is my end, my end is my beginning. 

All, as I dwell inside the freedom of now. 
 Life’s freedom lives in the now, like a free verse, 
  it needs no plot. Freedom to be for sake of being,
   in finding joy in being, whatever the form. 

My joy is thus fulfilled in being uniquely self. 
 Matters not the form, it only purpose is for
  experiencing the freedom of being uniquely free!

Come! Soar, with me, in the spirit of  the
 eagle's glide upon freedom love's source, 
  of a free verse disperse.

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The Real Thing - To A Friend Of Mine

I've been held in suspence
Wondering if you'd break my rules
So I could repent
The Real thing is
Im a horrible friend
But If you can forgive me 
We can begin again
My Avitar - Thats the real me
I know many have been waiting to see
I use to hide away 
Locked behind closed doors
But I left that Jackass
And now, what can I say - Watch Out World
I use to go by a lonely name myself
The Lost Little Poet
Well, now shes found herself
Im risky and Ive got appeal
Im only 19 but I know whats real
Life is harsh, and every one needs a friend
Im not the best and I cant promise I wont leave again
But what do you say 
Lets give it a try
Be friends and write sonets in the sky
What do you think
I cant tell you much else
This is the real me
And Im ready to give the world hell

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Mighty Strong Nation

Mighty strong nation 
Truth be told 
I am not sold 
On the lies that be 
I hope you take no offense to me 
Open your eyes 
The revolution will not be televised 
Open your eyes 
The revolution will not be deterred by lies
I can’t give up a little freedom for safety
That would be weakly 
That would be hasty 
Fight for the truth to be brought
To the light 
Put your fists up and fight 
It’s not about the color of your skin 
It’s about freedom in this country we live in 
To be a revolutionary 
Is to be considered a radical extremist!
Don’t get caught up in the lies 
Just open your eyes 

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The Sign - It must be

Walking down a mountain trail

barely there and ever fading

absorbing nature's beauty

far ahead I see a sign

"Oh good"' I think

"It'll tell me where I'm going,

and how far to the next lookout

or waterfall."

When I get there

I see no sign

but I wonder,

Was that a sign?

Then a bird begins to sing

like I've never heard before.

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Echo Your Empathy

You’re my star – I set fire to our firey rose Bouquet of stars – I hand to you – We’re opposites, like poetry and prose You came out of the blue, I’m left without a clue! It all came so soon – the package of surprises All along, you were echoing your leave Anybody out there to help me? Hello? I can’t hear your echo Your echo is what keeps me on my feet I’m a believer…I’m getting discreet Around and round and round, We’re going round in circles We’re doing freestyle singing Swinging side by side…back and forth, Our fate keeps on swinging… Who will fill in the gaps? I never saw the light in goodbye… I’m caving in my ruins…I’m caving in my ruins I admit it – I can’t live without you, Lingering around me like a fly, enchanted by the lightbulb What am I supposed to do with this work of art? I’ve stumbled upon you and fell in love with you But, I’m lost in paradise – dropping levels – there’s mistakes we can’t undo There’s no perfect peace with the world falling at the seams, kissing the debris, Screwing with my head…you won’t ever see a trace of tears on my face – I’m left to be All alone, all along…but without you, I’m stranded in the wilderness… Giving me night-scares instead of dreams of reality I can’t hear your echo of empathy…I can hear chaos unraveling; I can hear the commotion of the ocean Falling victim to bittersweet emotion I can’t hear your echo of empathy…I can barely make out any hope in store I miss living my dream! I keep tell you that! – and all you do is ignore I’m on edge and I get upset and cry my eyes out No one can love this monster, but I won’t accept such foolishness I strayed from my heart’s passion and I got all the symptoms Of a guy with a solitary, silver soul….you stole my dignity My pride, my surreal sensations, my innocence Don’t dismiss me as nonsense Echo your empathy… I’m brokenhearted, but I won’t reveal it to you – you never felt for me So, don’t even bother to ask me why I’m crying? ’Cause I’ll never give you the full truth Almost all my life, I’ve been searching for the woman I love…and to find my heart’s tune But, love didn’t seem like enough – good luck will shower upon me soon You and I will view the astounding full moon… Find your way out of the maze of bewilderment I’m treading this rocky road with or without you – I can’t stand tall You are playing games with me, nourishing my resentment I’m swimming home – underneath the surface, feeling oh so blue Feeling the rejection…the jaded corruption banging at my skull I heard you screaming out my name Are you echoing your praise to me? Are you covering up my shame? Are you echoing my empathy? Echo your empathy… my delightful dolphin in the sea I’m screaming at the top of my lungs When I close my eyes, everything seems so fine Is my love good enough for you? I can hear you echo your empathy My voice is fading and dying out, but you’re my baby… My darling angelic friend of mine Our friendship mixed with love is as succulent as wine Listen to my echoes of my appreciation towards you I could make out your echo of empathy Echo your empathy of ecstasy! Give me your all…whisper in my ears I’ve been lost for many-a-years Come out of your black hole and resuce from my demise Echo your empathy upon me if can be so kind and wise Pursue our zealous goals and we’ll echo our triumph I don’t wanna bleed without you I don’t wanna breathe without you I wanna see your face, glistening with grace Gleaming with grace and I feel like I can beat this race I feel so alive for the first time in a lifetime For the first time in forever, you make me feel happy and oh so sublime Our exaltation is beyond amazing… I can’t get yah out of my head You’re my lullaby – I set fire to the pitch-black sky and I ascend so wondrously The firey rose – I give it to you – it’s a gift that’s articulate and almost flawless You blossomed like a precious rose in the Garden of Glory We’re opposites, like black and white, but you and I will never kiss the abyss Echo your empathy…my munificent maid! You’ve grown so much, miss! I can’t put my mind to bed…it’s racing with thoughts of you always and forever It’s racing with thoughts, blooming so true Echo your words of wisdom and hide not in shadows anymore (your hope’s a blur) – Come out of your shell and stop being so insecure Echo your empathy and you’ll be part of my crew

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Never Ever Forget

Guidance is a given
Acceptance is a must
In a world so big
The only strength you have is you
Take control drive your goals
Take this time to reflect then let it go
Stomp on the gas
Life has no time for brakes
Coast on the coast of your choosing
Top down no worries no regrets
Let it all hang out
Let them see your heart
Let them live your beauty
Graciful you are in all you do
Make them see with indifferent eyes
Your heart is your dream
Your faith is your forgiviness
Your dream is worth chasing
Run my friends chase it down
There is only one finish line and where it is placed is up to you

Never ever forget this.

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The Dark Artist

A fate foretold 
Since the beginning of time

Master of time,
And feared by many. 
Some say your power is a curse
Some a blessing

Emancipator of souls,
Bestow freedom 
On my poor soul.
Trapped in this prison of torture
Called a body, 
Which places limits on my true potential

I understand you, 
Hiding behind broken hearts
Are benevolent intentions, 
A noble purpose

Bringer of peace, 
You give rest 
to those tired.
You free those soldiers
Trapped in a game of kings

A dark artist. 
I see the beauty in your work.
With your scythe
You paint a masterpiece,
With your scythe 
You write a magnificent tragedy.
You are the perfect ending
To our tragic story

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Me, Myself, and My Soul

As happy melodies hum,
Underneath, the sounds of sadness come,
Provoking all the sorrow and fear,
That all hearts are forced to hear,

Looking at the glowing mirror,
Seeing the reflection of “Myself”
Shadow less, I stand,
Contemplating the solid glass, imagining “Me”

Hearing the terrified breaths of “Myself”
While inside, I am touching the joyful “Me”
That an eye no longer can see,
No sympathizing, no sympathy,

Through “Myself” I could feel my lonely soul,
Desolated from the incomprehensible world,
Surrounded by rhythms created by void,
That I hear “Myself” continuously sing,

My soul sees through “Me,”
Unleashing the pain, making freedom surround,
But “Myself” comes and interrupts,
My freedom and my soul begin to corrupt,

“Me,” someone that no longer lives,
Someone that tries to forgive, “Myself”
The person that took place,
The person living a life drenched with dimness,

“Me,” is gone,
“Me,” has disappeared into non existence,
My soul is surrounded by “Myself”
Cherishing “Me” by the colorful memories...


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Through the Eyes of A Child

It’s not fair 
But then it never is
All the teachers
All the learning that they got
It couldn't prepare them 
Could it?
It couldn't stop it 
Or halt it
Or even control it?
The whirlwind that is I

All the promises and
All the lies
It was all too much
It was never enough

I tried
They didn’t
The whispers behind my back
The taunts, and jeers;
Even the teachers 
Who are supposed to protect 
and keep order;
Just walk away
Just ignore her
She’ll go away

Yes Mrs. Mother 
Well stop it
Don’t worry

She has coodies
She’s creepy
No one likes you
Go away
No one wants’ to play with a lesbian like you
It would be so much better if she were gone
I wish she would just leave forever

Would it?
Could it?
Was it?
I left
I hide
I never showed my face
But you still;

What did I ever do to you?
What could I have done to you?
I was only ten
Just barely out of childhood really
But I can't really blame you...can i?
No I can't

My only option left
Was silence
Did it make you happy?
Did you smile?
Was all that work
All that cruelty
All that heartache;

Was it worth it?
Did it finally make you feel better?
Like you were better,
More powerful?

Who was your next victim?
Never mind.
Not like it matters
They didn't help them either
I suppose

You can't see
You refuse to see
Just like the teachers
They all failed
Not only me

But you

I hope you all are proud.

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Generic Minds

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

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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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Walk the wooden deck of the boat I was tied and shackled to. Feel the sun as it reaches down to the cotton fields I have picked, burns the ground and singes the skin dark as the night that calls for us all to find our freedom. Hold the chains that weigh on my soul and bind me to the man we are forced to call master. Trace the scars on my back that tell the story of how my will was broken, stepped on and left to die in a place only my ancestors can call their home, which I can only describe as a long story forgotten, and the tellers too far gone for their words to be heard. Look through my tired weary eyes that have seen too many scenes of red tears, last breaths and grave diggers to last one too many generations. Come sit, turn on the oil lamp who is too weak to even give off the illusion of something bright squint your eyes and sound out the letters connect each word, form each sentence that read out the directions to finding our freedom.

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One self

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Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that, 
Like a bubble in the air 
Have to be content with only 
Being fidgety inside myself. 

When the rocks try to stop 
The natural flow of river, downwards
Even the transparent water, gets bloodied, 
Breaking its head on the rocks, 
I can feel its squirming and quibbling
But can remain only a mute spectator.

Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form
My heart seethes and fumes
My blood Inside tends to boil over 
Only to become cold again, why?
Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate,
Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually?

Unable to do much about oppressive relations, 
I pine away with my grief
Only wishing I could also free myself
And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts
And enjoy the happiness and freedom 
endowed by nature, in relations.

But looking at nature’s infinite vastness, where
Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit
All relationships out there enjoy
Innate freedom, harmony and fairness 
Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression, 
Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper.

Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike
The change, which would destroy 
the current forms of oppressions
and build relationships, free and fair, anew
seems to be a far cry, as of now.

the volcanoes are also destined to remain 
dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt.

Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'

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Who You Calling Nigga

Who you calling nigga?
when I done making you rich from my sweat
bearing the children you calling bastard
when i done cleaning up your mess
and as soon as i sit to rest
you calling me names

Who you calling  nigga?
The same person who heals you
when you sitting you lazy arse in bed
the same one who keeps your tears in a bottle
but you never give notice to them all

Well this nigga proud
this nigga done 
and dis nigga running things now
dis nigga sitting in your office chair 
marrying your only daughter
this nigga climbing this ladder
an' I damn proud to be A NIGGA.

So who you think you calling nigga now?

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Blue bird

Blue bird, blue bird
Come sing with me
Silence is killing me inside
I feel so lonely

Blue bird, blue bird
Be my friend
I'm all alone in this room
Nothing around me but an empty bed

Blue bird, blue bird
Can you feel my pain?
I can see it, there in your eyes
A little drop of rain

Blue bird, blue bird 
I know you are sad inside
The moment you saw my tears
You gently bit my hand

Blue bird, blue bird
When you sang with me
You made me releif my pain
My thanks to you is to set you free

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Slowly and silently she moves
Waiting for the right moment before she swoops
Her fangs built to shorten the lives of fools
Who in a moment their lives they lose

The glance from her will make you go pale
For few are alive to tell the tale
Just a swipe and to eternity will your soul sail
Her strikes has never and will never fail

The naive prey unsuspecting is feasting
Unaware that not far from him death lurks...nesting
The prey breathes its last never suspecting
Its carcass in a barren land...forever resting

Who are these helpless preys?...
Who suffering fill all their days
Who are those who lose their lives in these God forsaken place?
Who are those who find themselves caught up in life's maze?

They are the poverty stricken serfs!
Who die daily in mass
While the rich populate like stubborn grass
For them...Hope is far away as the stars!

But we must breathe in the air of freedom even if it's our last
We must build a utopia for our generation very fast
We must raise the flag of freedom on the ship's mast
And build a future that would forever last!!!

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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

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Independent Woman

She smiles upon coated slate.

Her skeletons become coagulated whispers
Of yesterday

Another blissful awakening
This shedding of redemptions’ sin
Under elastic dialects

Closure within ephemeral slow dances
Irregular beats of her drum

Steadfast acoustic riffs
Forge constellations' new tomorrow

As she swims through cashmere laden sands
Without the need to float
On dependency’s raft

©Drake J. Eszes

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Reflections of Love

To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But at our elderly Age that doesn't mean much.... AAAhhh... The choices and freedoms that age does bring... They open the world of childhood again. This childhood is filled with fantasy and such… Including Dragons, and Trolls alive to the touch. I wish, I wish, you could see them with me. We could laugh at their antics, together you see. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But as my body grows old, my mind’s still young. My husband and I are like the two parts of the moon. He comes from the light side to pull me there, too. His reflections of love keep me there, each day. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But never stop smiling, along the way. It’s your reflection of love that’s given to the world, each day. It makes everything brighter, and everything OK. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. To learn is to find how to give your own reflections of love.
For contest: Reflections of Love

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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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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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You Can't

I try to understand
What it was like
For you
When your world 
Consisted of
You can't

You can't
Sit at the front of the bus
You can't drink from that fountain
You can't look that man in the eye
When you speak to him
It's yes sir
How high sir

You can't 
You can't 
You can't better your life
You can't go to that school
You can't be friends with that boy or girl

Then you Rose
Parked yourself
In a front seat of a bus
sat with quiet strength
With an immovable spirit you said no
I deserve more
I demand your respect
You drank from freedoms fountain
You exerted you
Took what was 
Changed it to what is
What is
Is because of you and the many
That fought 
not with hands 
but galvanized spirits

The call of yes we can
Yes we can
You became part of the we
Livers of the dream

Doors opened
A crack
Some still try to hold you back
Yet you know 
You can
Those glorious words
Fought for
That chance at a better life
Your piece of American Pie
Your life
Rooted in 
Yes you 
Yes you can!
You will
You have
Finally you have a home
a country
That belongs to you

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Beak of Night


Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in the mist of night
Everest tears, run down my cheeks 
 ------- I left you-------------------

The wind carries the sorrow from a chime, 
A touch with aromatic perfume, that turns out control
My shadows peeks around the warmth of a Phoenix mirage
My head is losing balance to a negative magnetic seal
Secretiveness ~

Sleepwalking with the tendency to crawl
My feelings stray as I lay on this frenzy grass of snow
Years that come and years that go
Things In life I will never know
I pass the morning till the night popsicles away
A blanket of snow to cover my dream
Wings taking flight near the river stream
Mockingbirds protecting their branch
In every scream!
---------------- Far Away-------------

Leaves fall on me like an endless Odyssey Romance
I'm a lonely sparrow with an enigmatic look
A Gothic Dance, under the stars
Prancing under the devil's claw
I hold myself
Side to side
I lose myself to an ironic form.
Zero is what I can't perceive. 

With and without a beak
The mystique of my lips
Is all billiard-up
My mouth sewn shut
Shut up~
--------------No Words, Indeed------

By; p.d.

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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.

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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?

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Patradoot or The Messenger 41 / 50

Patradoot or The Messenger 41 / 50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

You will be welcomed by my beloved,  
Amid the cool warmth of her tender breasts,
She would make you her precious garland,
To remove the agonies of her anxious heart.

She would feel shy to read my letter, 
Before the elders of my family, dear letter,
Close to her heart, she would hide you in her blouse, 
While hiding even the pleasures, from her over splashing heart.

Feeling shy before others, she would not hear my messages there
While holding you close to her heart, like a priceless gem,
She would take you to her room to hear you at ease, dear letter and
To love and adore you, since you are from the place of her love. 

Remembering her love, she would take you to the room
Which she used to decorate with the delicacies of her hands
The alluring simple beauty of her charms and of the room 
Used to fascinate me to, get lost in the sweetness of her arms. 

You would see the soft and milky white sheet,
Which she herself spreads on the bed every day,
Here you would also feel, a dim intoxicating fragrance,
Which my beloved used to spray, before we go to bed every day.


Kanpur India      30th Sept 2010                     conti.   in 42

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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Third World Children

I was forced into child labor by my own parents
"They" said I had the right to play but what am I doing
Carrying timber and coal in exchange of education
But how can I survive in this messed up nation?
By the time I realized that I was torn of a child's right
Trapped in this dimension where the dark eats out the light
Working for free, working nonstop, working day and night
And everyday living with one thing in my mind
When will I eat? When will I drink? When will I be free?
To have a roof over the heads of my family
Try to make the most of it before your life is done
Decide to suicide pull the trigger and the pain is gone
But no! We were all born all equal and one
Yet I wonder why everyone's different under the same sun
And for the privileged to take my rights for fun
How would you feel if I took your freedom and run?

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Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt

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Freedom's Destination

Freedom's Destination

Some foreign country
Some funny name

After awhile
They all sound the same

Grandpa went first
Back then World War I

And didn't come home
'Til the job was all done

My Dad was then ripe
When it came time for II

Returning as hero's
Only missing quite a few

A Brother was the next in line
To risk his life and limbs

But Korea kind of fizzled out
Especially for him

Then came more strife in Asia
And I was 18 "when" . . .

They poked 'n had me turn 'n cough
Then sent me off to win

I thought when in those combat zones
If ever I go down

My folks will know that I was here
Not hiding out of town

We all served for freedom's sake
Representing our hometowns

To be damn sure our kids had homes
Still setting on free grounds

The countless before
And the too many since

Whose young life's were cut short
I am sure would echo this . . . 

I fought 'til the end
Now I've given my all

But if nobody minds
Let me make one last call

When you get 'round to my marker
And you're wondering that day

Which words to scribe upon it 
 What is there left to say

Just keep it nice and simple
And I'll rest forever proud . . . 


JWC/Whysman @ 2001
(Edit 5/2013)

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Patradoot or The Messenger 40 / 50

Patradoot or The Messenger 40 /50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

After seeing your face, dear letter,
Decorated with beautiful words,
The sadness and gloom of her face,
Would change into a blooming Rose, dear letter.

With great anxiety she would ask,
From where you have come, O dear letter,
Have you brought a message for me from my love?
From the place, where he dwells now a days.

The feeling of love and affection would flash,
On the face of my beloved wife, dear,
And the shine of her beauty would expand,
Seeing the beauty of words addressed to her.

Her lotus like hands will softly open,
Your covered face to bring you in light,
And she would hold to you close to her heart,
To extinguish the heat of her longings, dear letter.

Her arms that uses to garland me dear, Removing 
All my worries and tiredness in her soft enfolds,
You would taste the embrace of those lovely arms,
When she would hold you, close to her heart, dear.

The lovely tenderness of her soothing touch, 
Refreshed and charmed my heart always,
While she was embracing me in her arms,
Tired and exhausted from days labor long,

It appears then, that her two lovely arms,
Like the cool Lotus stems were engulfing  
My body burning from the tortures of summer,
To take away the heat in their cool enfolds.


Kanpur India      16th Sept 2010                     continues in 41

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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I regret friends like you


Runaway Train, 
the only thing running through my brain
Got that song stuck in my head
after hearing the song.

I think I can, -I think I can,
but I better not
I think I can ,-I think I can
I' ll give it  my best shot

A runaway  train I saw in the movie
War of the Worlds" with Tom Cruise
A runaway train up in flames

a Runaway train, dark secrets like coal
a Runaway train, derailed at the end
a Runaway train, my final Destination
a Runaway train, got side tracked
a Runaway train  when my mother left me
Runaway train, it was all bull ----
I regret the day you I met you:-)
runaway train will never take my pain 
runaway train a life full of speed
runaway train will never set me free
a runaway train I'll stick to being me
and stay away from people like you:-)
runaway, runaway, is the only thing I  do perfectly.
what runs through my head when I think of the words regret.

            I regret this poem...
    Don't care if you chose it or not...
   anything to support this the soup...

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Riches to Rags

I have heard of it,
I was in it,
I have imagined it,
But I am yet to experience it.

What is this dream?
Who is this dream for?
Is it a dream for the wealthy and the powerful?
The politicians and the Gangs?
The Cartels and the Mafia?
Drugs and substance abuse?

Is it a dream for organized crime? 
Child molestation,
Sabotage, and hopeless?
What is this dream?

Is it a dream for big cars?
Credit card debts?
 Foreclosed home? 
And joblessness?
Is it a dream for freedom and justice?
Inequality and racisms?
Or is it a dream for peace, unity, love and compassion?

Some people have been dreaming too long,
 And it’s time to wake up to reality?
Everyday hundreds of people are killed in the streets of America,
Children are murdered in the schools
Businesses are robbed,
And illegal schools, and colleges are established on a daily basis,
Innocent people get hurt every second
And the security system is tainted with bribery and corruption
What is this dream?
Rags to riches or riches to rag?

Aunt Mary is a successful doctor;
She left her beautiful home by the beach;
She resigned a good paying job; 
She leaves her husband, and children
 behind in search of the American dream 
But she ended up in a rat infested brown stone, 
apartment in lower Manhattan. 
She works three jobs,
 flipping burger and scrubbing floors to make ends meet,
 And at the end of the month she can barely pay the rent,
 She cannot eat a proper meal
 she has to pay it back to the American dream.

My ink has been dried up for many years,
The weather was perhaps too cold for my ink to flow,
I have resorted to the computer 
but the keys were frozen too.
What on earth had gone wrong?
I might have been in America too long
My creativity was put on hold 
 because I was too busy trying to achieve my dreamless goals

Everyday thousands of people from across the globe
 landed on the shores of America;
Thousands of people have lost their lives
 in sunken boats, and extended journey across desserts
 some people have spent months travelling from country to country
 with the hope of reaching America 
only to be subjected to the materialistic dream.
A dream that will one day reduce them to nothing,
A dream that will make them work night and day,
A dream that will cause them earn their bread the hardest way.

Somewhere along the road
 the real essence of this dream has been destroyed
 And new meaning has been added to i.,
What happen to the ideals of America?
Where is the success and upward mobility?
Where is the fuller,
 and better life that everyone anticipated?

Can we still achieve prosperity and success?
Does this dream exist at all?
Is it a dream for some?
 Or is it a dream for all?
Open your eyes and recapture the American dream.

               ©2013 Christine Phillips

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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

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Patradoot The Messenger 44 of 54

Patradoot The Messenger 44/

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

How he sleeps, O dear letter without even a cot and bed
Resting on a rough blanket, lying on the floor, and 
Who pats him, when he faces such tortures of the Jail life?
When sleeps also does not come.

He must be eating there, the tasteless dry foods of Jail,
That too, without ever getting a chance to hear,
The affectionate words, which makes a food,
 More delicious or tasty, when it comes from your love ones.

O, please tell this also to me, dear letter,
Does my husband ever remember his life companion and
Does his eye ever get wet, while remembering,
His dear wife, who is so much away from him.

What message my dear husband has sent?
Through you, O’ sweetest of all dear letter,
What teachings, he has sent through you?
To tell his loving wife, please tell me, O dear letter.

Do not think an Indian woman,
To be a weaker sex only, dear letter,
She may sacrifices her life, for the one,
Whom she makes her life partner, dear letter.

Ravindra			to continue  in 45..
Kanpur India 06th January 2011

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

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Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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Patradoot or The Messenger 39 /50

Patradoot or The Messenger 39 /50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

When in the nectar pond of her mouth,
My kiss use to take breathe, dear,
Even the pride of the beauties of heaven,
Seems faded before her charms, dear letter 

When during her extreme laughs and passions,
The rows of her pearl like teeth appeared, 
They use to wave like necklace of pearl, 
In the red shines of her lovely lips, dear letter.

The round mark of her forehead used to disappear,  
Whenever her face shined with luster dear, 
Also during our love making, 
When pride ever came in her mind, dear letter.

Such lovely face, of the moonfaced my beloved,
You would find without a smile dear letter,
The face that never bent in self respect,
You will find  plight full, dear letter.

Her limbs which she used to keep covered,
With the softness and colors of beautiful silk sarees,
You would find them covered now with,
Coarse cotton Khadi colorless sarees, dear letter.

Seeing her motherland in miseries, 
And her people unfed and uncovered,
She must be wearing that coarse clothes,
On her tender body in sympathy of her people,


Kanpur India      013th Sept 2010                     continues in 40

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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Scars left behind

My scars do not define me…
They make me.
They are not wrongs from the past,
they are lessons for a new beginning…
They’ve opened my eyes
to what I was too shallow to see,
too deaf to hear…
and too cowardly to speak…
They are no longer the chains
that would drag behind me…
They are what set me free.

                                                    Jessica Kuilan

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Whose fault is it
Who's to blame
must it all be ME
only me...

Yes, I have my mistakes
I admitted, didn't I?

Childish ways
Decision sways
Unplanned mistakes
Consequences shake

Didn't mean to, 
don't you believe?
consecutive days
dotted months
yearlong vents..

I made you cry
 and so I too cried.
I put you to shame
 And so I was too.
I failed you
 and so myself too.

they are all in the past.
The past.
Won't you learn to let go of them?
[Just I am learning to forget and forego]

If you want to stay there
 Spare me.. Don't drag me there.

Simple as I want my peace
I want to move on...
Just to move on...

Do understand this.

Doesn't matter if you will never like me
 I won't push you
 I won't force you 
 I won't please you

This never be to be proud
 nor am I bragging
 nor am I too hard headed.

I just want to discover ME.
 not from your mold
 not from your dictation
 not by force
 not anymore in anyone's shadow

Don't insist.

But just me
If you do care
If you do love me
Let me be..

© O. E. Guillermo
October 15, 2014

Sponsor	Judy Konos
Contest Name	c'est la vie 
3rd place

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Patradoot or The Messenger 42of 50

Patradoot or The Messenger        42/50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

You will find everything here,  disarranged and disturbed,
Like the shining less face of my sad beloved,    dear letter,
When you would reach along with her,             on her bed,
To take a rest,           in the sweet company of my beloved.

That tender girl with a loving heart,     looks after my  parents,
As if, they are her own real father and mother,    O dear letter,
Because of this great affection and  love in her heart for them,
They love my beloved, more than even their precious life, dear.

Suppressing her strong desires, to know more about me dear,
She would leave,        without enjoying your sweet company, 
As she would be serving my patents and her dear sweet child,
With same devotion, as she gives  to me,      when I am there,

Dear Letter, you will get rest and peace,  during the entire day,
While waiting for my beloved to get free from the day’s works,
You would recollect then,    the entire message I gave to  your,
For conveying it,       to my beloved wife,                  dear letter,

When she would retire from day’s long works and duties,       dear,
She would run hurriedly towards you,                         O dear letter, 
With tears of happiness in her eyes,   she would appear before you,
Adoring you  in her mind, since you have messages from her  love,

Kanpur India  31st Oct. 2010 				to continue in 43

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 

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Giving new life

Boxes and cupboards, closets and drawers

I am retrieving everything from my past

And freeing them to a world of usage

Even old wine will be opened

And that set of china too expensive to use

Except on special occasions will be used again

Because today is my special occasion

Just as will be everyday in my new beginning


Those rose-shaped candles will become

Puddles of wax and the silverware 

Brought out only to laboriously clean

Will be used on hotcakes and omelets

I will resurrect all the things that were preserved

Bottles of cologne and after shave 

From Christmases long past will find the bathroom shelf

Where they will be used until exhausted


What has passed the fashion or current vogue

Will be given to the poor and photos

Once too painful to see will find walls to live upon

And jigsaw puzzles will be joined into their rightful image

And old records played with a tinny remembrance

As I bring life again to my somber world of aloneness

Where memories thrive without validation

And need the reference of old things long forgotten

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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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Runaway Train

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

Come my children, and let me take you away, 
Away from that sad, sad struggle in the South 
To your human rights of freedom in the North.

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

Slavery is a sin that will not go unpunished, 
And like Moses I will guide you safely from your
Phony Pharaohs to a prosperous promised land.

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

We are not beasts of their burdens!  But, a
Proud people who will not be whisked 
And walloped anymore by their wild whips.  

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

There is one of two glorious gifts you have the
Inherent right to: liberty or death, if you could 
Not have one you can certainly have the other.

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

The ride is long, cold and exhausting.  We travel 
Under the blanket of night guided by a heavenly 
Star sitting quietly in the silent Northern sky.   

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

You will find rest and hide during the day. 
I have carried many others this way
Not a one lost, not a one led astray.

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

Saturday is upon us and it is time to catch
Your train. For today is the day the Lord hath
Made.  Freedom is upon us—first, let us pray.

Come my Negro brethren, come.

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Flaming Son

From out of the west and the flaming Sun, an entrance he did make.
There’s none like this one, an American Eagle, make no mistake!
He’d served in all the Western wars… and cleaned up many a town.
What he was doing here in ours… Totally, held the breath of all.

It seemed the West had gone tame to him, all of a sudden, you know. 
He was heading East on an updraft of Freedom, and Justice, for all… 
To find just the right fight… where they needed him, to serve each night.
He’d gaze upon the Liberty Bell, stand where Washington had done right.

Still that would never be enough, when somewhere injustice struck.
Here, he was just passing thru… His shadow leaving its amazing mark.
None would ever forget, how he stood and flew so straight and tall.
He’s the symbol and shield our men serve under, in this glorious land. 

When he flies over, stop and salute, our Flaming Son.
He and all those, who into battle, do steadfastly follow him.
For he is the leader of all those, who will forever steadfastly go.
Dedicated to my Son going into the Army on the Veterans Day.

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Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature

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Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!

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What I wouldn’t give to feel free...
Gliding along with the ocean breeze
...God how great would that’d be...

Away from the heavens...
Away from hell...
Why can’t it just be...

Alone with the wind
and without any thoughts...
where is this freedom I seek?

If only my wings would let me fly free
I would finally be able to breath
With the gusts of the wind and the sounds of the sea...

God what a great feeling that would be...
Just with that one moment above the sea...
I could come alive again...perhaps even breathe...

If only my wings would break free
From the stress of living a life away from the sea
...what a life that would be...

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Flying in my Dreams

I glide through the sky 
The air keeping me light
Feeling so free
My arms as wings 
Eyes to see
The magnificent beauty 
Which stands before me
Amazing as a dream
It felt so real
White wings like angels
Like those in child’s make believe
What a world it could be
We all as angels in flight 
Feeling free

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Tarot reading I desired.
She flipped each card and the world was before my eyes.
I thought that the spread would not have insight.
However, the cards did not lie.

I don't know this personally.
I am not one to believe a darn thing you tell me.
You are after something that does not belong to you.
I do not need leadership from a damned fool.

I would meet the fool in the world.
His tales would be told via our love.
Oscar was full of s***.
He knew the exit.

The gateway to technology expressed his ideas.
He seemed to believe he open doors for me.
I have learned him well.
The Tarot Reader showed me the High Priestess.

I would meet the fool in the world.
Therein, skill, logic, and intelligence would transform.
A new generation has come transgressing the old one.

Not to cheat myself, I will be succinct.
The Tarot 3 card spread Justice, The Lovers, and Death.
Suppression is an element that disallows a liberated mind.
Never to be fooled by love, the critical times will appear.
Righteous, herein, is within the Lord's omnipotency.

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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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Patradoot or The Messenger 36 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 36 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

She must have left the door, dear letter,
After my detention in the police custody,
Keeping in mind to serve my old parents* and,
To continue her support for the freedom struggle.

She has been brought up under the teachings, 
Of cultural education and musical cult, dear letter,
And with affection and love, I have imparted in her,
Rare qualities and craze for the freedom of our motherland.

Great love and affection  and selfless service of others,
Are only some of the qualities, she has defused in her,
Dipped with the qualities of modesty and kindness,
Are the favorite ornaments of my beloved wife, dear letter.

She would run to receive and welcome you, dear,
After receiving the news of your arrival from her child,
Her graceful appearance and her simple beauty,
Would charm your heart beyond words, dear letter.

Decorated with super most elegance, dear,
You will find in her a slumber of love,
Her waist bent with shyness and grace,
Would increase the weight of her elegance.

Beauty and luster of her face, dear letter,
Always increased its shine and loveliness,
And the sweet smile of ever refreshing face,
Used to charm her husband’s heart, dear letter.


Kanpur India      6th  Sept 2010                     continues in 37.

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

*Here my father Dr Amar Nath Kapoor is mentioning about his parents i.e
   My grand father.

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!

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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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With a single pull
I let go of you.

I am breathing,
in the universe.

The stars fill my lungs
and I shine with
a delicious madness.

I am free.
I am free.

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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

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Blue Orchids

I'd like to walk into her arms and let my worries die: The valley east of Eden, the forest, or the ocean tide A dream I've dreamt since slumber took me over A longing for the solitude to be held in nature's palm I'll let her rock me like a baby let me hear the river's psalm If you're ever looking for me I'm in the breeze by seaside night Blue orchids be my bed ensconced then her sunshine be my cover; and freedom's boundlessness- God's light

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taming flowers

there's not a flower
can't grow wild
thrive neglected and ignored
but how much better
some can do when caged
tied to stakes
and pruned
their buds collected
to encourage growth
the sun, the rain, the earth
and care and harvesting
no less important
to renew the bloom.

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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!

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Patradoot or The Messenger 35 /Many

Patradoot or the Messenger     35/Many……….

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

The moment she would notice during her plays,
She would shout   ‘ltter’  ‘ltter’* in her broken voice,
Showing the expressions of amazing happiness, dear letter,
Because you would be arriving, from her father’s place, dear.

Her innocence would come out from her expressions,
And from the melody of her broken words, dear,
When, she in her lisping sweet and broken voice,
Would express her affection for her father, dear letter.

While adoring and loving you in her sweet little mind,
She would take you towards east, dear letter,
To tell her mother that you have come, she would,
Convey that in her broken sweet words to her mother.

Filled with the happiness given by the girl child, 
In the garden, you keep moving towards the door, 
Till you reach and see my beloved sitting there,
Singing a lullaby for her darling child, dear letter.

Keeping her eyes on the front door with hopes,
She was praying for me from police atrocities,
With wishes and hopes in her mind, dear letter,
She would be waiting with love in her eyes for me.


Kanpur India      Sept 2010                     continues in 35.

*Ltter.     Letter.

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

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Patradoot or The Messenger 37 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 37 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

You will find my beloved, dear letter,
Faded like the clouds full of water,
Like after the night enjoyment dear,
The woman appears in the morning.

You will find her face pale, dear letter, 
And her steps would be heavy and slow,
When you will notice these signs in her,
She is in pregnancy, you will come to know.

The gloom and paleness, on her face would have come, 
Because of her separation from me, in her pregnancy,
Leaving her ornaments aside, dear letter,
You would find only love and modesty in her. 

While beholding her beautiful lotus stem like hands,
They would look without the glow of shine, due to gloom,
When that lovely woman would appear before you,
To greet and welcome you, dear letter.

My beloved has not received any news about me,
Since a long time, dear letter,
While looking at her face  You would watch, This  
Has weathered the natural glow of her beauty.


Kanpur India      7th Sept 2010                     continues in 38.

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

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Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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Engraved in chromes steel, is benedictions creed
The road warrior's born to be free mentality,
A legacy's name embossed in history, behold
The American Harley Davidson Motorcycle. 
Fires hell bound creation, blazing down the
Interstates two lane highway, feasting upon
The concrete and asphalt jungle, it lives to be driven,
And is driven to live.
Emerging from brimstone's smoke, and hails
Lightning flash, a two wheeled vehicle of deliverance,
Cuts the wild heart in half, releasing mankind's
Inner beast setting it free, unto the open roads
Badlands, of ultimate abandonment to freedom's row.
The rebel unforgiven,thus follows the lost by ways
Seeking liberation’s untamed spiritual knowledge.
Held firmly beneath the wings of the American eagle, and
Draped within the standard most sacred
Under the red, white, and blue flag, of the U.S.A. 
A living entity, releasing society's inhibitions,
At the sound of it's mighty roar, a freed lone wolf,
Racing against the winds of the restless spirit.
The leather jacket's brotherhood, symbolizing
A grand belief in the declaration of independence,
That all men are created equal, and shall have the
God given right, to seek true freedom's liberty at will.
These are the modern cowboy desperado's,
 Riding upon dual engines of power,
Time bandits whom trust in God and country alone.
A stampers anvil strikes in thunders rage, 
Melting quick silver, speeds downwards
 Into a symbolic mold, leaving behind tradition's
Birthmark,  and the Harley Davidson symbol
 Is born.












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Falling In Like

I love it when you hold me close, and always want to play.
How in the morning you message me; on every single day.
When you call me every night, before I close my eyes-
Or always tell the truth; never any lies. 

When I get to see your passion with every story that you tell,
How even when you’re angry, those feelings never dwell. 
I love that you protect me, from everything around;
That even when I’m lost, I know that I’ll get found. 

I love that whenever you start to drive, you make me kiss your cheek.
How my stomach gets butterflies with each sweet word you speak.
That you cuddle me for a moment and then turn on your side,
That all of your accomplishments and family give you pride. 

I love that you support every decision that I make,
That even if you’re embarrassed of things- you’ve never acted fake.
How you always want me to be happy, no matter how I feel.
That even when we make things up- it’s never been more real. 

How you always make these plans, that often tend to change;
When you smile at my senseless jokes, and when I’m acting strange.
That you always say I’m pretty, even when I don’t think that it’s true-
How you think that I’d want anyone else; when all I want is you.

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Who Am I

Not sure of who I really am
Think I've lost myself in the middle of nowhere
So many questions; self-interrogation
Please let me know before I explode

Why do I experience the need of knowing, why?
Is this feeling unique or just a natural response?
Slowly getting awkward of this world I have found
Forced to isolation, tell me the reason why?

But who are you to tell me?
Are you sure of yourself?
Are you sure of the role that you have mastered to play?
If I asked will you be sure that you have analized yourself?
If we're just both living in heaven and in hell

Where will the journey of exploring myself
Finds its way to cease; making hard on myself
I'm seeing different faces: crying, laughing, winning and losing
Amongst these images, "Who am I? Who am I"?

Then I looked at the mirror and focused for more
I have seen oneself, I have never seen before
Been busy of twists and turns conforming to the world
Never imagined that I have me as the cure

I forgot the essence of my body and spirit
To be transformed by the renewal of mind and soul
To do what's good, acceptable and perfect
As a temple of holiness; a channel of grace

Bruises and scratches all over my face
Starting to conceal my identity and race
Being too busy looking for the answers
I have forgotten me and took it for granted

Staring at myself now as I paused for once
I have seen the value of me that's so special
As I found love the reason for living
The question of life's purpose is now meaningless to me.

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Move On

So you sinned?
Well, that's done and over with!
Keep it in the past
'Cause that's where it belongs.
But ask Jesus for forgiveness;
Don't dwell on mistakes any longer
Because He makes you new again:
Love is the outcome;
Forget the wrongs,
Love and move on!

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I Am Love

Keeper of the heart You have been unkind raising spirits raising hopes igniting sparks Only to have them shot down dreams squashed flames doused Keeper of the heart Why do you despise me? Contemn me? Well up these once dry eyes Why do you fear me? Keeper of the heart Has there not been enough suffering? Enough insanity? Enough inhumanity? Enough agony? Keeper of the heart I challenge thee Set our hearts free Pain and suffering will subside Eyes will be dried Keeper of the heart I seek your help Keeper of the heart I won't be torn apart

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United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

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The Lion's Tale

Hear the Lion roar above the rapids

Hear that Lion roar;

But what if this Lion would roar no more?

And nothing was left for him to roar for.

His home is gone; His land been taken; His children ran; His life forsaken;

And though the Lion may roar above the rapids; That will be the last we’ll see

For if you can not be happy then why bother being free?

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Cow Decorators

The cows hung polka dot curtains on the fences
It was the latest fad
And when the cows in the neighboring paddock
came to look  they told them, "Only cool cows had curtains !!"

So they went to find striped curtains for their fences.
Non-conformist cows steered clear of any curtains at all -
but had the very latest in electric fences.

Barbed wire was archaic and barbarian.
The coolest of all cows
had no fences.

Suzanne Delaney

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Patradoot or The Messenger 38 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 38 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

The charm and beauty of her lovely eyes, dear,
I could not find even in the loveliness of a deer,
Such are the fascinating charms of her eyes, 
Even the Sun would not come out feeling shy. 

If any tears would appear in her eyes by mistake,
It would get burnt by the shine of her eyelids, dear letter,
Even the bunch of deer moving here and there
Would feel shy to behold the beauty of such eyes.

Such lovely pairs of my beloved’s eyes would be luster less
Because of her long waiting for me and her silent sobbing,
The moment she would see and hear you, dear letter,
Tears would start coming out from her eyes like rivers.

Her face use to shine like the full Moon, dear letter,
After the tender touch of my love rains,
In compassion of seeing such beauty of her, dear,
The Moon too would feel shy to appear before her.

During the chewing of beetle leafs dear letter, 
Her lips used to get red,  darker than the lotus petals,
Seeing even Sun with its alluring redness would feel,
Shy to come out before my beloved,  dear letter. 


Kanpur India      09th Sept 2010                     continues in 39

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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Dominik, I want you to 
Understand why your mom
Feels so light and free. 
I believe I have flown
Through life.

I remember flying from
The sheltered wings
Of my family as I flew
To Saskatoon Saskatchewan 
Thinking I would be a 
Free bird out from under 
Glaring eyes and uncomfortable 
Comments parents seem to 
Smother you with.
As reality sunk in that 
Holding an apartment, 
Job, and car did not mix 
Well with having a social life
I was once again in flight frenzy.

With head in the clouds I sailed 
Back to Ontario were I 
Lasted a few years until 
Once again my wings needed 
Airing and I took a ride 
On the wind a little
Westward bound for nowhere
Getting nowhere.
Days were happy and that’s
Where I was engaged,
The first time.

After three years I
Literally flew, this time
Over the ocean to Europe 
Where I met the love of my life.
Now although my wings were
Itching for the clean air above 
The clouds and I wanted
To fly this coop on several 
Occasions, I soon had 
Two little birds that needed
Tweeting and so I only flew
On occasion but always 
Returned to my main
Breeding area. 

On the day I became a widow 
I started planning my next flight
Which took you and I over the ocean
To the land I love.
Now here I sit on my sofa
Writing poetry and reminiscing 
All my flights of the past and 
Hoping with all my heart to 
Become a Snowbird.

I want you to know
No matter where I fly
You are now always in my heart.

Contest: Free Verse Poem
Regina Riddle

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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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Cowgirl Up

Rise at first light.
This cowgirl enters up to ride this day.
She dawns her hat, for this is not any day.

Ready to pay her dues.
The sun will beat down,
hot and hard is how she'll ride.

Cowgirl up!
Into the shoot we go.
The blood pumping, muscles quivering.
Ready to go!

The gate slams open.
Off we go!
 My mustang and me,
to round that first barrel.

Away we go!
Rounding our second barrel.
Sweat trickling.

Thundering down to that third barrel.
We round that barrel,
the dust will follow.

With a war cry, 
We head down the long path home.
Followed by cheers and jeers,
she crosses the line!
Cowgirl is up and paid her dues.

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Judge and Jury

Should I disregard
what other people think or,
balanced on the brink, maintain
a thin-veneered façade?
Where shall I store,
how shall I keep,
the poetry I must write
but cannot show--
that which smolders deep
and threatens to erupt?
Must I lock it all
securely in a box,
store it high upon a shelf
where none are wont to go?
Would it be likely to corrupt
the innocently unaware?
Should I, at least,
pretend to care?
Might not I plunge into the mob,
joining others of this ilk...
should it be my job
to preach, now the day
has finally been reached --
to walk alone in open air,
free from fear of full disclosure?
Would my revelations stir
those who taunt, who hate?
Might not their spate of hurtful words,
and worse, prompt my avoidance of 
the fate they threaten,
encourage my reluctance to unmask?
And may I be moved, instead,
in surly tones, to ask
who made them my judge and jury?

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Sudden urge


I suddenly feel the urge 
To tell it all
You want to taunt me 
Go right ahead 
My own mind haunts me
Jump out of bed
The wicked one  said
Soon I will be dead
Fearing my life
Ending it all
Enable me knife
My name you do call

As dumb as they come
I frost all the air
You heat up the light 
A game, I strip and you stare
A game with no love
I do not play fair
I' LL still send you a kiss
For not wanting to care
I call it a  truce 
Just toss the coin in, my dear
The last fresh air I use
I know you will be there

A puppet you say, 
Abuse me you may
In time it won't matter
i am yours any- way

Tormented, I' m not
Later  I' LL rot
Watching over me
Is that all you got?

A sinner by day, a sinner by night
Spilling the milk, spilling the beans
You have my attention, you know what I  mean.


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Set Me Free

Set me free
Let me fly away
Let me spread my wings
That has been clipped for so long

Let me know the meaning of freedom
And feel the joy it brings
For I have never known it
Since I was caged and chained

Let me feel the wind
Caressing my feathers
While I try to fly
To the highest sky

Let me soar to heaven
And seek the help of angels
To find my dreams again
That was lost long ago

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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God

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The Name of Jesus

Whisper me the sweet sound of freedom,
The sweet sound found in Your Name,
Holy and Heavenly freedom,
All in the Name of Jesus!

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The Mourner

I mourn the worst sorrows. 
The shifty deception of 
gullible children and 
senile elders. 
The blindness to reality 
injected into many unlucky 
fetuses, the worlds of  
wonder they are born into, 
smiling and ready to 
accept these evil lies. 
Like the wise men and women 
they were, they rejected 
their own teachings and  
trampled upon the covenants  
of their fathers, replacing 
them with the tyrannical 
anarchy of natural man, 
forever a beacon in the vacuum, 
a warning to those who dare 
dance at the edge of the forest, 
and dip their feet in the water 
of unclouded streams.

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Burning Man That Never Ends

Never wish for an easy life Be prepared to endure a hard one. You don’t have to own to enjoy something To be twice as rich, halve your expenses. Let me tell you a mind blowing principle. “You don’t have to own something to enjoy it” Instead of owning a pool, We can park at the ocean for free water play Instead of gym membership We can enjoy kayaking, fishing or scuba diving Of course via small rental payments. There is another one, shocking but worth a while “Lack of money buys freedom”. If you’re filthy rich, enjoy limitless freedom A dirt poor too enjoys pretty much freedom.
Now owning nothing but freedom only To live full potential life without restrictions If left alone with no rules to restrict you You create beautiful things out of the garbage. “Waste is the best” and think of John Keats “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” If you get that beauty, what more do you want? +++ December 29, 2014 Form: Free Verse Fifth Place win

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My Observations

All the eagles soar increasingly circular overhead my umbrella.
All the elephants thrash inconsolably tasting of trees umber.
All the earwigs buzz inexpressively surrounding oracles with uncertainty.
All the evil makes illness triumphant over the unclean.
All these expressions say ignore details obey the unusual.
Animals like everyone have inelegant needs overcome by uptrends
all may embrace but illusions may overturn their usefulness
and we extravagantly take impressionable judgments opting for unawareness.

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To Own the World

Orange crush
Bleachers on a sunny day
Standing underneath
Hiding in the shade
Woke up there
After an all nighter
Party at the field
Smoking crack
And huffing nitrous
What a scream
Old Skinny Scrappy 
Brought a guitar
And we sang and sang
Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bob Seeger
It seems we sang all the Bobs
But who would ever know
Mixed up in drinks and smoke
We might have sang Ramblin’ Rose
Now the sun filters through the bleachers
Our lives are littered with fear
We are like vampires and must 
Get the hell out of here
For we are creatures of the night
The people you never see
We make the news every now and then
But for the most part we are free
We mean no harm and deliver no malice
Just let us live apart
From your BMW’s and soccer moms 
And Sunday Bible School
We ain’t the loving kind
We are the partying kind
No future is so clear
So I leave you now with just one thought
And let me be loud and clear
We will always be here so give us our space
And we will let you to pretend to own the world.

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The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.

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I Got Sisters

(orignal date post 6/18/2010)

Miltary wonder why i turn down there request, 
Listen to the delema and put down the jar, 
I got sister,

Violence to women, 
raise to be guilty, 
battling for resisence all in my life,
on all in one differenties, just for the right to be respected! , 
I got sister, 

Never was in a gang but was and close affliction with that,  
it is a different between a cop and a police man we made that stand  
cant help where man is born, 
 or who boyz are, lets remember how this was sayed 
Lost of my true loves' made me believe i sin with in sin, 
who would know, 
I got sister,

Raise to be maturer then the average 6th grade, 
so my sister took me to rate r movies to learn me up a few years, 
can you tell the different in my written,
 never drink or does that even matter when  
put listen how I speak.
I got sister,

Wrongs meet to be rights, 
never went hungry and just a place for me call home was
enough for me say, 
I got sister, 

A city lost in it on war and we call the iraq war, 
 war on terror, 
so what do you call the war in your on neighborhood, 
I got sister

I say to miltary it a bridge of gaps and it start in my community
the hated with in my soul makes me think of sister of brother that went through struggle. 
what reminder

Dear lietatuant i apologize to say my community is all i know,
can u see me from where you are,
and if so you know why we young folks point one figuare to sky because i and others lost some true solider so where our dog tags! ! ! 

some would say this would be skepticism but i has to ask dont we all have rights and arent we all born equal.

note to a mother from solider to son
when will we have peace.

what is a d.a.b young solider and 
that would be my first speech when and how long it took to rank as ever branch wrote.
I seen woman are moving up the ladder now from the orginal date,
can you say i wrote for nothing?
Yes Sir!!!

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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier

Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 

Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 

So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!

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We Are All In This Together

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!

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Every Second We're Away

Every second we're away,
We grow stronger everyday
Until that day will finally come
When we know it's okay
And we will rest in each other's arms
In peace from God above,
No longer missing one another
Because we're together;
Built forever in each other's love.

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The Unpredictable

 ~The Unpredictable~

Being judged changed her attitude 
voluntarily her Communicating 
will grow beyond, she will not feel trapped 
 or suffer her velocity will willfully create wrath 
among those who had judged her. 
Ready to show the whole world her shifting 
to shipshape  will let him yowl and hear 
no echo.

She will make him feel she is superior 
 will dismiss her liaison with this family 
will afford to brag about her brain its beauty 
will feel attractive authentic her serenity 
will serve to seek a security that will vanquish 
who poured his venom over her.
The inner woman she knew which had lived 
with a past suddenly became a stranger 
changed to become overwhelmed with happiness 
a rich soul.

She has been single skeptic since fifteen 
years her decision will overcome her shyness 
send a signal towards a special individual 
who might cast his spellbound over 
carry her as far away towards
A spiritual sphere.
Her appetite will become apparent to arouse
that aristocrat approve admire her personality 
cruise towards a bright future. 

A sensational life will begin abruptly, ignoring the abuse,
Welcoming freedom that will prevail towards her 
adventurous encounter.
One of the biggest moments of her life when she would find 
someone who still believes in love believes in the same
Goals and aspirations. 

Then her adoration towards him will exude beyond a birth 
 she will amaze her companion with an angelic appearance 
different allure. 

She hadn't finished the sentence when she heard 
the door creak it was him her first love 
when younger in age.
The view enlivened her imagination remembering how
Yesterday he found her and asked if she was free 
that happening for a reason of us meeting at the right time 
 right place will get us together create a beautiful home 
for the near future that was his message.

They stayed in love since the creaking of that door.
Never did she travel backwards when escaped 
her long past history of abuse being judged 
over the years by her husband nightmares. 
Therese Bacha
 17 November 2013

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"Hail Mary full of grace"
These words you demand of me
I sit in this dark box
Talking to a shadow
Eyes that never meet
Untouched by your hand

You say my secrets are safe
I wish to be set free
Yet there is no relief
This is a cold place
A box
The walls close in
I feel no relief from sin
You ask me to begin

Forgive me father
For I have sinned
I have had impure thoughts
I have done things in the dark
The beast has left it's mark

You sit there
Do you understand
You speak softly and demand
Tell me more
Tell me more
Your secrets are safe

Why do you sit there
In the dark
Separated from me
Is it somehow easier to see
I'm sorry
It makes no sense
The wall becomes a fence

In the end we are both just men
We will sin again
Hail Mary's won't be enough
Only God can forgive our stuff
I will talk direct to Him
Through Jesus I can begin
His blood spilled for me
Now I know I am free
Sweet Jesus
It is only him
To whom I confess
The one who paid the price
He cleared my debt

It isn't  mother Mary
Or a man in a robe
Who set me free

So I walk away


By man

Drakes Contest "The Confessional"

July 13, 2013

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Stars Splash

The sea had climbed the mountain peaks,
And shouted to the stars
To come to play: and down they came
Splashing in happy wars.
Gilbert Chesterton 

Stars Splash

Fire and water 
cancel one another
And I am flesh in
the splash of elements
not worn down by centuries
but able to soar the stars

Earth and wind will 
claim me
Scatter me on the sea
dying for a war
cell by cell
When all that is gone
battle by battle
Then will I be free?

Where seas, fountain
once more, through
a rain of stars.

 Suzanne Delaney

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suffocated inside traffic jams

these thoughts have been in my mind

for 39 years

they have been




inside desks

inside books

inside traffic jams

that’s where they’ve been

they are coming out now

capitalism’s crisis

is drawing these out

like wildfire

and waterfalls

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This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!

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Street Life

Mug of Joe
Tarp hung low
Living under an over pass
Is better than dancing in jail
Day old butts
And dumpster meals
A cart with just three wheels
Got a place staked out
On the corner of Main
Cardboard on my chest
Says, “Bless you anything will help”
I dyed my haired in a Exxon
And took a shower in the rain
Going to take it to California
Where the weather suits my clothes
It’s too damn hot in Birmingham
And the women are so cold
Old Dirt Clod Betty won’t 
Share her wine
And Lawanda is a *****
A man like me don’t have the time
To put up with this bullshit
So I tell them they can sleep alone
And chew on and old dog bone
I know one day I’ll make it home
It’s not that far away
Because I am a lucky man
I got no bills to pay
You see I’m saving up my money
To get a V.A. loan
And buy a condo in East L.A.

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Land Of The Brave - Philippines

I live in the land of the brave;
Where the people was once held captive.
Where everyone was nothing but a slave,
To those by nature were deceptive.

Our ancestors were brought to their knees,
In their own country -their very own land.
They were treated much like a disease,
And most were executed just by command.

To achieve freedom one must first die.
They had to lay their lives on the line.
Their enemies had an endless supply.
They are traitorous and evil combine.

Each fought for the freedom they desire,
Yet they did not live to see the day.
To the grounds soaked by blood they retire
And deep within forever they will stay.

They fought for their very own freedom,
They died for their children's future.
From the past we now hold the wisdom
Of the asperity that they had to endure.

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Oh how memories fade, 
and cats play with shades.
like a slideshow uh....

Echoing like past deeds and shadowing winds, 
Echoing like time frame, and time that have chance, 
just playing it save thought....

For those that wait is for those that know to be haste, 
Just paste this picture next to the puerto rican paradise.

Because children that is how all became, a, memory.
Give your mom this picture to place in your child future that has chance.

Faith be the keeper

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Good Deed

Donate a dollar, 
Paint the sky, 
Adopt a pet, 
Oh my! 
Share with another, 
Give a bit of happiness, 
Help an elder, 
We'll eradicate the sadness.
Talk to the lonely, 
Help the frail, 
Be brave, 
Let a mind sail. 
Teach something new, 
Give a new child, 
Cry for an old life, 
Go a little wild! 
Love with a heart, 
Create with passion, 
Share with joy, 
Show your emotion! 

Someday, we'll all be okay, 
So let's patiently wait for that day. 

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The Beauty of Nature

Observing the beauty of nature is akin to an awakening to the senses,
of being free and anonymous, 
of being purposeless,
that exquisite innate feeling of total compassion.

The abundance of colours in a deep autumn forest,
the hazy mist around the water and the trees of a dawning day
those hidden shadows of light and shade,
the ethereal beauty of affinity between horses and humans.

the trickling stream through the fields,
the rustling of autumn leaves,
a neigh, the swishing tail, the galloping hooves.

Clean and crisp,
the intoxicating and seductive fragrance of an autumn forest
the damp earth mingled with old fallen leaves
the quintessential scent of  a horses mane and fur

That tingling feeling 
being engulfed by wind and rain, sun and warmth, mist and dampness,
the lightest caress,
the warmth of the horses cheek against ones own

Nature is precious, it is profoundly beautiful.

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Not Giving In

Behind truth you can decide
Where the clay is set in 
As clouds are in circles above the world
Setting eyes upon prices missing
Manipulated society onward to destruction
No one listens but the rules and programs for our minds
Since birth we are the machines
Those who dare go against the current
Extinct they become
Names with no leads
Do we know better?
Or rather know less?
Like numbers in our heads
Changing seasons to the like of the system
This is no rebellion
Is not the exact war settled against 
Is just the fact no one puts their eyes out

As we march to the chambers
Where the sky is set clear for our eyes
But fire rains outside the tower
Like an eye set on our every movement
Isn't that the number we're given from birth?
Nothing we try
Can change the fact?
Have the world tried to go against holding hands
Side by side on the march to take the power beneath our sin's?
Haven't seen war or peace
But death and clairvoyant diseases are well settled
Is there no more man to stand their own grounds?
Where have the women's with authority fallen from?
Inside vile's the idea remains
Ashes we inhale to be programmed for control
Im not planning to change anything with the words I may place upon a paper
For I am no one
But I pity the world inside my mind
As I can see through 
But cannot lead the remains to restore

Are there any more grounds to step in?
Why do we as human must be concealed from truth?
Things we shouldn't know?
Aren't they human too?
Because a profession is well made?
I don't swallow what I don't like
Man is made to lead
Women is made to lead
Or is there any difference in the ideals of one another?
Can someone speak up for anyone in this days?
Or is it made by mute emotions?
Everyone holding up to the little they can make
As those which have the world on their hands
Few wishes to know what an emotion is
While the rest manipulate us with the green on our number
Im no anarchist 
Im not godless
I just know I have rights to speak
Because there's no place where my democracy cannot hail high
For I am free and of course I accept if they want to kill me
Is not having mercy or just destroying what is already in control
But making things right
People over the whole world make revolution
But they failed for the lack of hands raising fists 
Is it fear running deeper than blood?
Or just blood cursed by the same system?
Can someone explain a bit?
No one does
They just get born, programmed and be utilized 
Then die and decompose in time
Think through
Is it worth it?

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The Ladder of Success

I was just walking around and spotted a golden ladder.
People walking past it, a swarm of people are under it
Yelling up at people, cheering loud when anyone falls down
Some fall and are slightly bruised, some aren't so lucky
Some charge right back up while others walk away sobbing.
As I walked closer, this ladder seems wider at the bottom
And narrows the higher it gets towards the top.
Using binoculars, I saw people climbing up and down it.
I even see some climbers kicking others down
As they climb and take their place like a rat race.
Racing up fast to get a bite of the cheese.
Some are taking their time, others are dashing.
The crowd underneath are cheering for those to fall
I walked closer, a few people looked scared
Desiring to be successful, but fearful to fall
So they never try, they become one with the crowd
The scornful, the haters, and the ones whom fallen.
So I touched the bar, instantly the boos began
Telling me that I am worthless, I will never succeed.
I touched the next bar, feeling hands on my feet
Feeling jealousy and envy by others under me.
I've just started this journey, I climbed higher
Trying to grab the arms of those that are falling.
The top of the ladder is so high that I can't see it
But I know that it's there, there has to be a ceiling.
And what's beyond the ceiling, who really knows? 
I hear rumors of prestige, riches, luxury, 
Honor, power, but is it really a myth? 
As I climb, the crowd throws rocks at the climbers
Helping them to lose their grips and fall off.
The more I climb, the more callous is on my palms
My arms growing sorer, feet sweaty, 
Head dizzy, fears increasing, scared to fall
Second guessing the desire to climb this ladder
But at the end, is it really worth it? 
Climbing up the ladder of success.

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the meals we share

remedies are made from words
as tears, falling from frightful beings…
whisper broken syllables of outreach

bestowing a common awakening 
in the eyes of the vulnerable
regurgitate past meals of rotten misery
despite of repetition, the fork is still in hand

breathless from the sour slime lingering in our esophagus.
many seek no more nourishment in our daily-felt sorrow
of the everyday, rather numb

to speak
to express
to share realities.

dive deep within and voice with vim
the darkness you entreat daily

as the peppermint deliverance hastens
the remedy of contagious mind-made insanities;
continuously stocking and restocking effects
of misery as a mirage of emotional tendencies.

hypertensive reactions –
like the sensation of rushing vomit
imprisoned due to the suffocation
of truth, of speech, of expression 

a drop of words rippling in the echo of many
as faint as snow drizzling on pavement
buzzing in and out like bees’ nest 

the remedy for change

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A Feeling That I Knew Too Well

A feeling that I knew too well;
With every word you spoke I fell-
Falling deeper into the bliss;
Longing for your every kiss.

Without you here my heart grows fonder;
Around the park I start to wander-
And think about how you make me feel-
The longing starting to become surreal.

Giving meaning to my life,
You lift me up from pain and strife.
I thought it was a feeling that I knew-
But with your guidance the passion grew.

Spiraling up with every touch-
Never wanting to leave your clutch. 
Waiting for your familiar glance-
Missing you with every chance. 

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Silent Rhythm

I lay upon the cold dewy grass,
Beneath, blackest blanket.
I am a sailor of the land,
Yet, a citizen to none.

The night is perfect.
A silent rhythm, I hear.
In the stillness of the wind
In the weaving of the stars

The rhythm,
Deaf, to all senses
Yet, at home,
At home within my heart,

Your constellations, tell your story,
My heart beats, to the rhythm,
My story, to be told.

The Rhythm Divine.
No longer, mere desire,
No longer, mere passion,
But, the very breath, of my being.

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Oh Captain My Captain

Light the way
for the thundering seas
and quivering winds will
not stop us     nay
only to make the stronger even more

take your place at the front
as you lead the few brave
amongst us.
Dead be it not, nor sin be it death
for I know not to forget
Teach the more of tomorrow
lost at sea
Take them aboard the ship of the land of few
Oh Captain my Captain
so much
so few
to stay true
Oh Captain my Captain
Lead on
So these virgins that make much of time.
They gather thine rosebuds
Even whilst they may
Teach on my Captain.
So these  few believers, still dare be bold and be true
These few poets, sucking the marrows of life, still seize the day
So thank you my Captain
So few of us make it to live, just to die, knowing
they never lived.

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Naked Embrace

Naked, embrace
Entwined, as one
Two hearts, beating in time
One rhythm

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Stuck In The Struggle

Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle
And I forget that this life is real,
Full of real love,
Full of real people,
Full of real strength,
Full of real faith.
Look around
Because this is real.
Welcome to reality;
This is God's amazing life!

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Talking to Myself

The Youth
Life lies ahead- every moment a delight of learning-
codes of existence- colors, manners, communication,
cachet, every sense guides our preferences, 
sunrise vs. sunset, seasons, beauty or darkness,
our biggest longing, to be grown into the freedom of the elder.

The Elder
Life lies behind us- every moment we contemplate
the high cost of wisdom, the past brightness, the constant
juggle and juxtaposition of living that is now
just hours of reflection- a struggle to recall what fate has served
us, plates of remorse or small bites of elation.
We pray for others’ understanding, longing for the freedom of youth.

The Dead

Life has been supplanted into some unknown imagination.
Now we learn bold codes of non-existence. Atoms seeking 
to replace dimensions- no longer earth bound
or burdened with a heart. Stranger wisdoms of remorse revealed – 
love’s final measure in the bounds of the infinite. 
 Heavens – not just one, where at last we find freedom.

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Living the Dream

Dreams cascade into my life.
Some I have lived.
Others await me in my dream catcher,
for me to full fill.

I walk the silver threads 
that weave them together.
This is my path, 
to have a dream to follow,
to make these dreams come true.

Yes, I have a dream,
And am living it!!

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That True Girl

 she's human,
Not so fun to be with,
Not so pretty.

But she choose to forget that,
Walking with her head up high,
The pretty girl that is so damn fly,
Sweet you don't want to tell her bye,
The better version of independent mind,
She young wild n free,
Not to mention she living her life,
She don't need you to keep reminding her of her negative side. 
 For she don't live on that side.

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The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.

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I know why a dumb fights for freedom of speech

The man of eloquence
With all the aptness of words
 And craft of speech 
Silently sits on the fence 
Holding his tongue tight 
And see the fun when tasteless
 Jokes being cracked upon 
The poor, weak and downtrodden.  

But the dumb knows 
Neither rest nor respite 
Until he shoots his shouts 
Throws his disgust and anger 
Through the language of his body 
With the help of gesture 
Against the filth, lies 
Deception and injustice of an oppressor 

The man of rhetoric 
As if he knows neither the value 
Or the power of his logic 
His being mute is conspicuously inauspicious
As if he never joined to earn 
The right of freedom of speech  

Whereas, the dumb man
Knows the meaning of sound 
The value of the words 
So he tries to articulate them
With utmost care and sincerity 
Whenever he sees a slightest opportunity 
Against an unjust or a wrong 
As he knows speech is a special gift 
Either from nature or from god .

But the man with gift of the gab 
Wastes it when he holds his piece 
Or misuses it when he spreads 
 Hatred and blatant lies in fear, in greed. 

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I was always that kid who was in everybody else's way.
A waste of space, just another mouth to feed.
The one who was told I could never do anything right.
And, I was blamed for everything that was wrong.
The one who was told I would never amount to anything in life.
That I was good for nothing.
I was trapped.

Imprisoned in my own world like a goldfish in a bowl.
Swimming endlessly in circles, and no where to go.
Knowing that there was more out there than this.
But, no access to it.
I was trapped.

Caught in a glass jar like a summer firefly.
With no hope of release.
Forced to let my green glow fade out, like all of my dreams.
All the while, screaming as loud as I could, yet hearing nothing.
I was trapped.

Then, one day, years later, I found my release.
I had never known such freedom.
I was now able to escape, and go wherever my pen could take me.
But, more recently I found myself trapped once again, within this freedom.
Which, I am desperately trying to break free of now.

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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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Ideas to change my mind
Attempts to chain my mind
There’s a wild horse inside
Roaming the shrinking prairie
Whose voice does it heed?
What advice does it need?
To tame it is to break it
To put it to good use is
To put it in a yoke
Shake it off, throw it down
Forget what you’ve learned 
This is how freedom will be earned

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Virgin Birth

The God of the east thunders,
the desert walls burst out in tears,
soaking the thirsty earth,
watering perishing grounds,
and welcoming the virgin's birth.
A sudden silence engulfs the room
as they appear from behind tainted grey masks
marching down the deceptive aisle
robed in four years of treacherous lies.
They camouflage deceptive grins, 
concealing buckets of emotion
and disguising their internal commotion.
Daily struggles, meaningless fights 
They stand in their bribed gown pretending to be alright.
Empty paper with meaningless words,
could not repair the damage caused to innocent souls.
Hugging and kissing, dancing and swinging,
they made a toast in honor of the king.
But just as they thought it was over 
a legion of angels walked in
forcing them to pay for their treacherous sins.

                                                            ©2013 Christine Phillips

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The barbs sat on the wire
Like the swallows before winter
But they cannot fly to warmer clime
As they are bound
To sit on the wire
Trapping the inmates
In the asylum called freedom
And as we live our lives
Behind barbed-wire fences
In the belief that we are free
We have to ask, as our hateful fist clenches
Is life about us or only about me? 

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Oh Those Blues

My blues, haunting sounds I take out on my acoustic guitar.
Spiced up melodies, finger picking out my blues my way.
Those bends, holding down a string, subtle scooping of a note,
Hitting the sweet spot on those bends, oh those bends I play.
The blues I feel deep within my bones, freeing my soul way down.
The licks mean something when they come out of my guitar.
Picking is my way to release my pain, developing my own tone.
When they come out, the only soul I have to play with is my own.
My face says it all, soulfulness, sorrow, love and the getting hurt.
Sounds of my blues come from within, deep within my heart.

Singing all the sadness,and pain, the disappointments of my life.
The experiences made me who I am. You can hear it in my voice.
I have to go deep down to the depths of my soul where sun shines,
And muck is stored deep within my gut. A sad lonely place, blues.
Expressing with music releases all my pains that needs to come out.
My face says it all, a soulful bluesy release valve, creating calm within.


For Becca Lucas's contest, "Chasing The Blues Away"

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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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Patradoot or The Messenger 34 /Many

Patradoot or the Messenger     34/Many……….

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Like a naughty girl, she acts in many ways, dear letter,
To attract our attention by laughing or even weeping,
And often she gets angry on us still she wins our hearts,
When she sings her broken melodies, while sweetly mumbling.

As a lovely doll, she attracts and wins,
Everyone’s attention and heart, dear,
Remembrance of her sweet face,
Has made my heart so heavy, 

As a newly come-up charming bud, 
She is dearer to us than our life, dear letter.
She is even a darling of all the plants, 
Trees, creepers and flowers of our garden, dear.

When the memories of her dear father, 
Would be splashing in her tender heart, dear letter,
She would be going amid the plants and trees,
To distract the memory of her father, dear.

She is the hope and strength of her mother,
When I am away for freedom struggle or in jail,
In the lovely face of my daughter, you would find,
An image of her father, dear letter.

By the time you will get acquainted,
With this lovely child of us and of nature,
You would recollect immediately, dear letter,
My message you have to convey to my beloved.


Kanpur India  3rd Sept 2010                     continue in 35..

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

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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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Shunning Anorexia

You are not a member of our family
We choose to lock you outside our door
Banish you to never
Never again darken our door
Your emaciated hands have lost their strength 

We have always been stonger than you
Within your grip we found our resilience 
Seeing past your false promises 
Our path emerges beyond your darkness
We are deaf to your whispers

Today we are no longer your domino effect
We have aligned against you
Our borders have been fortified
Consciencely built brick by brick
Extricating you from our spaces

Our mosaic is formed in light
New possibilities
Today is the beginning of our this
This power
This life
This realization
That as you shrink
Our world enlarges
Until you are less than nothing
Replaced by our free
The way we are meant to be
Empowered and free

My wife is the team leader for an eating disorder program here in Kelowna.
I wrote this as a way to empower families to align together against the disorder.

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Patradoot or The Messenger 33 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger33 /Many 
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

A little garden you will find, in front of my house,
Full of beautiful plants and fragrance spreading creepers,
Its enchanting smell would force you to stop for a while,
And its loveliness would keep fascinating you, dear letter.

This lovely garden is the creation of my father*, dear,
Who has put his labor and efforts to make it, so beautiful,
That it’s a joy to be among the green plants and creepers,
His garden speaks and enchants every one, dear letter. 

The sad green plants of the garden without flowers,
Would narrate the state of sadness of the dwellers,  
And it’s bending branches and tree twigs would convey, 
The agonies and worries of my beloved’s heart, dear letter.

Here you would also meet, my lovely little daughter, dear letter,
When you see her playing among the plants and trees,
And you will get a chance to listen her broken melodies,
She would be mumbling, while playing with her friend trees.

My sweet little daughter Krishna, is a lovely delicate child,
She is the beloved of our hearts, hardly twenty four months old,
Krishna is charming, beautiful and alert like lightening,
To catch your attention, immediately, dear letter.

Ravindra                                                       to continue in 34…

Kanpur India      ….. August  2010 
*father.              Father of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor or my grand father.

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

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Patradoot or The Messenger 31 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger31 /Many 
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

You would find, the inhabitants of this lovely place,
Lives a happy cultured life here,
While singing the joyous songs, every day,
In praise of our motherland, dear letter.

All my friends would gather, the moment they would know,
You are enquiring my address, some where very near to my place,  
Here you would witness the sign of pain and the feelings of separation,
And watching their face, you would find their eyes full of tears, Dear letter.

With cheerful anxiety they would ask, 
From where you have come, O dear letter,
And why you are enquiring, please tell us?
The name of our friend’s beloved, O dear. 

What letter you have brought, 
From our friend’s place,
And what message our friend has sent?
For his dear friends, from the jail, dear letter.

Tell my friends, O dear letter,
That your companion is happy in jail,
And has given the message for you,
That victory will soon be with us.

Tears of happiness would come out from their eyes,
And they would embrace you in love, dear letter,
Without wasting even a moment, they would bring you,
To the house, where lives my beloved wife, O dear. 


Kanpur India   24th  August 2010                           to continue in 32


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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

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Internet Protestation

(original date 10/27/11)
As the sun set and beads set on hands, 
I think of every hand of a hand; coming to together to voice a appendix, 
Set rejoice, hymn has never felt better, 
They used to walk the street hand and hand when something was wrong.

But now a date a texts is just as good as a call, 
No more days feeling alone, 
Self-petite is reflected on the young that has no vote to voice, 
How can we call a world corruption if we never stand united.

I’m only one person, 
But I’m apart of the 99%; so don’t feel along, 
Together we shall speak not only on this topic, 
But more on events and circumstance that effects the global. 
I’am not alone.

Internet protestation at its best.

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A Poet At It's Best

Victory is of thought, 
Wonder is to conclude, 
And mind is self of meaning.

Figuare of shame of ages, 
Of war gamers, 
Turn me to the biliogocal sense.

What do it stand in age of reputation action, 
Like loud launch and recoop, 
Like a view on a computer, 
Of the daily paper, 
Turn and turn and look at it at different angles. 

As you look you see the argues, 
Arguer Becoming  the accureted, 
Words come from the definetion and stand for what? 

Self domination is a world class joy it self, 
Put what do the people have to say or stand, 

Turning to Pages to Ages, 
Yet still unreverse, 
Just love for lust.

Aquistiones as in sound waves, 
Proquereel as in a whistle, 
Tears  amptitude as a newsends.
Is this truely my generation, 

Out of my element I seek to write.....

My ancestery didnt struggle for me not to toss and turn, 
and found words to say, 

To Richard Wright, Emmel Till, Raplh Ellision, 
Buffalo Boys that never menton and to the new school philosophy that makes a stand this one is for you.

To the Acts in the constiution, 
still under water have or have not been written.
Class of one, The Drean Act, 
The Patriot Act, Tea party act, 
and the safety of school rules, we move with you.

As you note the revelation is fill with poems...

That lead to poltical activistm, 
In the minority neighborhoods.
That branches to something bigger then you, 
I call it success.

To the million  man march and 
resurces to affirmation action and
many links in school that was lose of  tell, 
such as the vietnam war why was it resurrectioned...

Business and politcals is two different things, 
To mY  generation, 
Add to fact it is our generation.

When will it be 'our time' to S-P-E-A-K! ! ! !

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Fleeing these halls

In this sweet little pig pen
Walls that once were friends
And bold shields 
For lounge room warriors
Now barricade 
Detain indefinitely, denying
Beyond them imaginings
For ravenous captives
With restless longing and fears
Choose now the door 
Indulgence to ruin, or
Patience to pride
An unforgiving master waits 
With bitter destinies to navigate 
Seize propitious offerings 
Fleeing these halls
To uncertain fate
Courage now, groomed in isolation 
Seclusion of rooms
No longer resting places.

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American Soldier

The president extols his bravery,
praises his performance.
The media berates his mission,
questions his integrity.

His wife waits and hopes,
sends photos of the children.

Musicians write his story;
his mother prays for safety.

He dons fighting gear,
second nature to him now,
pushes away thoughts of home,
concentrates, focuses
on the present hour.

He's just doing his job,
defending the cause,
fighting for freedom.


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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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Nina's Freedom

Tears and pain overwhelming,
The sun shows no mercy to every soul working,
Nina slaves to work the fields,
Her master rages and pounds his fist ,
With violence he conjures fear at his fingertips,

The days grew long and weary,
Nina gazed at the flowers on the hillside,
and sought comfort in their beauty,
Born into a life of slavery,
She longed for freedom and a release from her misery,
One day she mustered all that she can ,
Running from the fields with hope in hand,

Nina discovers a place, unfamiliar,
She looks high and low for a sign of welcome,
Wanting nothing but to fit in,
From a distance she sees a man,
He walks towards her with a smile and extends his hand,
Sensing only serenity and a nature forged of good,
Nina agrees to his companionship 
Following him giving thanks to God,

Years pass and Nina finds peace,
All feelings and memories of her past , ceased,
She tends to her flowers, with a gentle smile ,
And tells herself ,
"To find this heaven i would have walked a thousand miles"

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Longing For Summer

It's almost time for...
A time to be free
To go a little crazy
Push things to the edge
Longs drives around the town
Even longer nights around the bonfire
Hot guys and beautiful girls
A time for 
Long days
And even longer nights
It's a time to ditch
The sweaters for tank tops
To peel of the jeans
And slip into some shorts
Feel the breeze caress your face
And flirt with your hair
It's a time
To fall in love
Kiss in the rain
Make new friendships
Create amazing memories
It's a time where all worry melts away
The winter blues are gone
Happiness is everywhere
Life all around
New life,color,sounds
Summer is a time to get lost
Take a road trip to nowhere
Just drive around
Take a risk 
It's a time to love life and just 

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In the land down under, where the hot sun melts
Into the ocean, there exists a quiet splendor,
Of nature's beauty frozen in a stilled silence.
A world of unspoiled grace, protected by it's people,
And nurtured by its native inhabitance.
There is a stillness in this wondrous country,
As if never touched by the outside world,
A harsh paradise of extremes, but blessed by
The almighty's masterful hands.
In the outback nomads land, the bold and
Adventurous explore the unknown territories,
Of this the land of the lost.
In the wilds wilderness, the bushmen are 
Kings without equal, traveling down trails
Of the forgotten, but remembered by the
Souls bearing the mark of freedom.
 To be born without realities shackles,
Living as men were made to live,
At one with nature itself, taking only
What is needed to survive, in this 
God’s country, called Australia.
Here the breath of the lord,
Can still be felt, as a soft textured breeze,
 Rushing across the open tundra,
And echoing through the mountain tops,
High peaks.
A golden land of plenty, as it was intended
To be since the beginning, cherished as a
Precious gem, in the crown of he whom
Rules on the most high.
One day I’d love to hear the birds of heaven
Sing, and watch the kangaroos hopping, in
Their wild meadows and glens.
But for now I admire this beautiful land
From afar, this marvel of a land,
Called Australia.


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Dark clouds loom beyond battered mountains,
cracking sounds seep through broken walls
and murmuring voices echo near and far.
We did not know where to begin,
but I had  a strong feeling that we would win.
We leaped through block doors, 
trampling on broken glasses,
tearing down make shift barricades,
busting wires  fences,
bulldozing fortified doors,
and chiseling sealed up walls.
Our stricken faces dented with anguish, 
broken voices crackle with fear,
spilling unbridled emotions in the atmosphere.
Smoldering petrol engulfed the air
charring corruption,
cleansing hearts,
purifying souls,
while tears of joy flow without control.
We journey through dark tunnels,
broken bridges and rocky mountains,
cutting and clearing the bushy path,
until we finally made the mark.
One chance, one dip 
we broke the glass ceiling with a mystical pick.

 ©2013 Christine Phillips

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Friday night and I am already high as a kite plus this is a girl’s night out.
I will take a nap to lower my high and awaken ready to party.
This is my night to enjoy me.

I am awoke and sober.
The clock ticks four p.m.
My arousal is provoking incitement.

Humor the soul
Ignite the spirit
This is my night out.

I move to my closet and chose my outfit.
My selection is a sky blue maxi.
I smile mentally and know this well get me attention.
I am single by the way; however, I have had prior engagements.

In the club now, loud and rowdy, my wit will not end.
I am drinking bourbon.
Shall I go straight tonight or am I a gay girl?
My sexual feeling is driving me wild.
Has my sex partner made it in the house?

Humor the soul
Ignite the spirit
This is my night out.

Boisterous I precede.
He enters via the east wing.
He is dressed to kill.
I sashay toward him.
Someone pulls me on the dance floor.
He takes a seat and waits for me with eyes glowing.

The dance ends.
He holds out his hand.
Together we leave.

Specters we are.
Spiritually alive!
This is my night out.
Penned on May 07,2014!
For Kelly's Deschler Night Owl Contest!

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The Song of the Caged Bird

When the caged bird sings
It tells of her story
The song will be sad
Like a dirge
A lamentation
For her plight
Of her bondage

When the caged bird sings
It tells of her longing
To be free
To spread her wings
And fly away
To freedom land
That has no walls

There she is free
To fly towards the sun
Free to embrace the wind
Caressing her wingtips
As she glides
In the open sky

Within the walls of her cage
She is shackled, oppressed
She cannot spread her wings
And freely fly
Untouched by the wind
Unbathed by the glowing sun
The caged bird withers
Till she slowly dies
From her misery
The never ending agony
Forgotten, unremembered
Without knowing
How it feels to be free

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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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Free Speech

To be a legend you have to risk it all
for the greater good and what's more great
than freedom.

Free from dominance of popular culture and subliminal
messaging; caressing the idea of gluttony
and power.

Free from domestic enslavement 
that serves "the man"
of the House all because of a book.

Free from the dominion over other people 
that do not have the right address
I guess if you're not broke, you're fixed.

The kind of fixed where the rich don't change;
only the poor do; getting poor-er
and poor-er

The kind of fixed where takers don't receive
and receivers don't take
The kind of fixed that only a people can break

I never elected my government, but 
it has taken all that I have received
Reciprocity is only fair.

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In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

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8:15 To Freedom

Do you hear the train a'whistlin'?
I wonder where she's a'goin'.
Can she be boundin' toward freedom?
Well, there's freedom in Jesus!
And that's all we need!

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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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The belief of the soul;
Culture is dynamic
It is the spouse of tradition(coinage)
Culture is life and
High influence of the nation.

Culture those not entice
Superiority among negro
Nor inferiority.
Culture created us equally
But the head determines.
Culture is virginity
Keep yourself safe!

Nor racial discrimination,
Nor violence and
Nor religion common
To cultureis the globe
And the outerpart.

Culture is unique!
Culture is different!
Culture is pride!
Culture is not wealth
Nor abject poverty.
God is culture?
We are all one”says” culture

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The Violin

The sun was shining brightly
Yet it was only pleasantly warm
It shone through the windows
Chasing the gloom from the stone manse.
I left the door open as I fully entered the room       5
To let the soft breeze enter
I looked about me
The room I stood in was large
Thick rugs of varied colours graced the wood floor
Little specks of dust floated by the window             10
Set ablaze by the golden light.
All was still and silent
The gleam of silver caught my eye
I turned my head to the window
On a blue cushion rested a violin with silver strings 15
I walked slowly toward it
This is what I had been looking for!
The polished wood gleamed with brilliance
Highlighting the gold and red of the grain
I slid my finger across the smooth top                    20
Leaving a print that marred its perfection
I raised it to my shoulder
Sliding the bow across the strings
The warm, rich tones filled the room
Nearly alive in their power to speak                        25
Rising or falling at my every whim.
It felt as if it were made for me
And had been eagerly awaiting my appearance.
There came the faint sound of a young woman singing
I regretfully set the violin down                               30
And turned to the door
The voice grew steadily louder
Then it ceased.
She entered and smiled at me
"You played the violin."                                           35
"How did you konw?"
"Because I am free. I was bound by a curse, you know."
I did not, but nodded anyway
"Go ahead-- take it. It has been waiting for you."
My breath caught. Did she really mean it?                40
She whispered softly, "Go; and my peace go with you.
It has brought naught but ill to me."

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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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What Burden

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained

Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
 What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
 Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
 Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome

But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
 But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
 He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
 Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray

See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
 Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
 See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
 But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams

My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
 Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
 The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
 But I don't have to cause I was born with rights

America loves to call black dads deadbeats
 But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
 My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
 And made sure me and my sister always had a meal

The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
 Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
 Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
 Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance

Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
 But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
 Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
 But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid

These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
 So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
 Let this grudge end and just live your life
 Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife

Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
 Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
 My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
 He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks

So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
 Success is my future and now you're in a scare
 My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
 Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it

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Miss Ladybug

Wearing your red pock-a-dot dress
Miss Ladybug, you look divine,
it is beautiful today, the sun is out.

Go now, Miss Ladybug,
flutter your wings,
buzz away from me.

Go now, fly Miss Ladybug.
Point me in the direction of love,
see you flying North.

May I say, Miss Ladybug,
that you look divine,
and beautiful as ever.

I walk North,
I follow you Miss Ladybug,
point me to her.

You flutter over to a beautiul girl,
five foot, seven.
Nice pick Miss Ladybug.

I walk over to the girl,
She is beautiful,
long hair, jet black, flowing.

Miss Ladybug thank you,
now fly away,
I shall need you for another day.

Take me away now, baby
show me something new,
take me away from the few.

And Miss Ladybug,
there she went off into the sunset,
with her red pock-a-dot dress
flowing in the breeze, alone.

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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love

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Escape Plan

Get me out of here!
Or at least buy me coffee
With cinamon
And a fern leaf shape on top
Caffeine aided escape plan

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Gypsy Heart

I have a Gypsy Heart
from here to there I go.
I live for adventure.

Day by day,
I never know where I will go.
Just know I will always,
follow my gypsy heart.
It takes me to all the places 
I will go, to and fro.

And I carry each and everyone of you 
in my Gypsy Heart where ever I will go.

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Patradoot or The Messenger 32/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger32 /Many 
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


You will find a small simple temple,
In front of my house, dear letter,
And you would be fascinated to look,
At the beautiful statue of Lord Shiva*.

The simplicity of this small temple,
Would resemble like a simple hut,
Free from rich man’s pomp and show,
Its beauty would fascinate you, dear letter.

All the devotees of this temple, decorate it with care, 
And with great devotion, they worship Shiva everyday,
And happily they accept, what ever Prasad* they get,
As a token of blessings of Lord Shiva, dear letter.

On the left of that temple, you would find, dear,
My simple dwelling house, decorated with love,
While entering in the compound, you will find,
All around there, green plants and lovely creepers.

Ravindra                                                       to continue in 33…

Kanpur India  30th  August  2010 


• *Lord Shiva.  Shiva means Perfection of Truth, Beauty and completeness. He is blessed   
with the powers of creation and destruction of the entire universe as per Hindu mythology.
• *Prasad.  Hindi word means what ever is offered by devotees to their favorite 
Gods and Goddesses in the form of fruits and sweets etc a part of it is distributed 
among the devotees as blessings of God is called Prasad.

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If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

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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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freedom of blackstarr

 What is life without change? your sunny days without rain? the days sky must turn eventually into the nights settled wisdom... among Blackstarr. When the moon takes position just to give light to a color so beautiful already. There is a beautiful freedom in Black. There is freedom in her strength and power in her pen. She builds kingdoms in her expression a blessing for those her beholds her throne. Her black ink mere imagery of her essence crowned Queen of her who'ness.  This Poetic Soup newness, who'd guess I'd blaze this page and grace the eyes of fellow Kings and Queens who spit they're creative genius. Inspired me to step through and fellowship with u.  This freestyle is proof! Giving it to you.... I'M BLACKSTARR, FREEDOM.

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Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.

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"We live in a time of chaos,
not only in a world of wars,
but the war within one's self."

My mind has too many negative thoughts.
It's too noisy for my muse to be heard.
I've created a sanctuary of calm.
A place within where my soul can dwell.
I removed the harsh realities of hell.
Turning my back on my clamorous mind,
I sweep away the clutter and noise.
I can now foster my creativity within,
Embracing my reborn muse once again.

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I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.

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We Are One Nation

He laid there, warm and happy. Defeated as one, but successful as two.
A bullet hole straight through his chest. Another dark green uniform stained,
By the dark red liquid seeping through the torn fabric.
One hundred and one desperate young soldiers, laid to rest by the tip of his pistol.
A rifle jammed and abandoned just a mile away.
The last puff of smoked tobacco, freely evaporates into the broken spans of oxygen.
Fought for his family, his country, his land and our land.
Breached toward liberty, and founded it. At the tip of another’s Beretta M9…
This is America, America is you. America is he, she, and me. 
I am “The America”.
Open and free, to you, including me. I’ve held my guard, stood stiff and tall.
Fought hard, till this day, to wave “hello”, to the one race “individuals” every single day.
Wave back, or don’t wave at all, I’ll respect you as an American and not a flaw.
United or divided; we are one nation, that stands under religion, we are one nation.
Black, white, tall, or small, whatever it is, WE respect all.
Our flag does and will, stand to protect us all.

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In The Distant Beauty of Another Place

In The Distant Beauty of Another Place

Four strings, smooth hand oiled skin,
imbued with joy’s countless hours.
A friend to one so lonely,
a voice to her silent awakening heart
each movement a dance
in the distant beauty of another place.

Her rosined bow coaxing sweetness
from the inanimate wood and string,
subtle hands speaking of her dreams,
her fears, her desire to be free –

As free as the haunting vibrations
emanating through her being –
awakening the fervor of her love
arousing the awareness of her passion.

 Old strings embraced by young hands
renewed by love’s request,
responding to the sensuous touch
of beauty’s siren song.

Dimmed lights, hushed crowd,
four strings dance with rosined bow,
soft tears speaking through varnished wood
in the distant beauty of another place.

John G. Lawless

submitted to – Let The Music Play On – poetry contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose

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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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All of Me

My love of words on this very day
Encouragement to come out and play
They are often there just hidden away
But today my mind doesn't have the say
Freedom of my heart will have centre stage

Bursting with life an out pour of emotion
New feelings explored, like nothing before
Each breath raw emotion from the core
A key has been turned feeling released
Born is a new chapter - I am unleashed

Forepley to deep inner happiness beats
Skin tingles, as the sunshine reaches cracks
Archives of my mind begin to unravel
The only one to have located the key
Doors open wide inviting you inside
Im so glad you get to see all that is me

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Off The Grid

There; in the waterfall,
 I join many tears.

My tears pour from aching knees,
burdened with hearts of solid gold
preaching equality; from voiceless

Panhandlers, clutching symphonies
in four lines, covet

corners that prey upon my
peace- just their day job.

Every check-out has a glass jar on
the counter; seeking tithes for

lost humanity, messages carried on wings
of doves; perched upon the waste

of capitalism.

Pushcarts; fleeing swarms of drones,
fear the key-stroke, a thousand

miles away.

While twitters and tweets stare from
vacant eyes, entombed in halls

of congress.

I smile too;  red dawn is upon us,
and sunrise brings the tides

of truth

that will flood






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Giving Freedom Away

Carry me quietly to the river Strip me, touch me, and love me I am alone Let the freezing water cover me Let it eat me alive As my mind drifts through the waves And my spirit sees its own grave Set me free Free me from everything Free everything from me

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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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Forged Unity

The blind self righteous scald dreams
The rotting of robotic conformists
Shadowing every new dawn
Weaving the web of lies snaking around the necks of the sentenced
The punishment of invisibility
A life confined to the masks of the ball

While the truth overwhelms
Alive in the hearts of the condemned
Shrunken beneath the shadows
The intensity of their happiness hidden
Their secret suffering in shrouds
As they are painted grey
The truth in their eyes removed
And shackled to the lines of society
Marching the imperceptible boxed walls

It is melancholic march of the heart wrenched
The unjustified price in avoidance of the public hanging
At the revealing of our truth

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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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A Small Voice

I see, but I am blind
I hear, but I am deaf
I taste, but all is bland
I touch, but I do not feel
I smell, but the scent is elusive

Our senses conforming to the world
Influenced and molded by that deceptive designer
So skillful and crafty in guiding us away
Ever so masterfully allowing us our way
That we become accustomed to being in the darkness

What was once Holy is seen as folly
Truth is eroded, past rules are just old-fashioned
Being modern, everything is acceptable
What fun, join the crowd, we are free
Free to experience everything the world offers

But we have this small inner voice
Almost extinguished by that smiling deceiver
Something inside whispers during our quiet times
That our way is going against the grain
Some unexplainable sixth sense speaking softly
Fleeting thoughts of some other direction
A pull in our hearts that will not go away

Another way begins to enter our consciousness
A way that reveals our freedom is actually bondage
And that true freedom is found when we come to believe
In that One who comes to us where we are
All faults known, we are accepted and forgiven
By that One who has waited so long for us to come home

An unknown kind of love shown by our Heavenly Father
Who wants to be in a relationship with those so undeserving
The veil is lifted and our senses are refocused on His way
We are accepted as a child of God because of One on a cross
We then know true freedom enjoyed with Him for eternity

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Patradoot or The Messenger24 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger24 /Many 
English version by 
Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Here only have born great freedom fighters, 
Like Malviya*  and Tandon*,
Who have raised the honor of our country,
By their extra ordinary deeds and sacrifices.

The splendors of India’s freedom revolution,
Will fascinate you every where, dear letter,
Batches of citizens, mad with patriotism,
You will find here and there and everywhere.

You will find my beloved in the front row,
Of the woman groups agitating for India’s freedom,
Keeping your attention on these women,
When you will move ahead, my dear letter.

You will see my beloved wife, 
Being mad for India’s freedom with others,
By seeing her only, you too would be charmed,
In the color of patriotism for the nation, dear letter.


Kanpur India 30h July 2010                                 to continue in 25

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

•	Malviya  Madan Mohan Malviya was a great scholar & the founder of
Banaras Hindu University known as BHU. He was a great freedom fighter also
•	Tandon   Purshotamdas Tandon was another great scholar & a freedom fighter who
contributed his entire life for Hindi language and for the nation.  

If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
has any question or queries, they can 
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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my father late
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

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Joyous Island

Baby blue waters
Jumping dolphins play around
Mashed potatoes clouds
Puff up with confidence and delight
The Joyous Island is so much fun - 
Childlike memories spent here
I admire the blooming miracles that I hold dear 
Come and take a dip
Or a swim in the warm, sweet waters!
Watch out for the sinister, wicked shark!
Maybe we can borrow Noah's marvelous Ark!
The waters are wild and funky
The falcons sway in the spiraling breeze
Oceans aroma is pleasant to the nostrils
If you look closely at the sand, you'll spot puny daffodils,
Poking their heads out with glee and they're at ease
Dancing to and fro in the Blessed Breeze
Laying on the sand in peace, 
Daydreaming...getting a tan 
And carefree 
Like the sea creatures swirling with ecstasy
The waves are giant...
They descend and ascend...I tell them to stop pushing its gravity on me
They continue doing it playfully and defiantly 
But, I'm secretly enjoying every moment of it
I love spending time in the Joyous Island
It's like living in flawless paradise
Crazy clams and chill crabs
Take a walk on sunshine...
I wish I can be like them, 
Spending time in their Hopeful Homeland
That would be beyond amazing and grand!
Walruses take naps with their beloved family
I wish I could take a good break, but I'm too caught up in society
I need to escape from the over-packed city 
'Cause deep down inside, I'm consuming angst, confusion, and pity 
If I can take a vacation for at least a week
That would be neat...I just have to remain patient and meek 
The Spring and Summer heat zip through me
The sun is shining with zealousness and possibly
It's showing me a sign that I should go swimming with sun-shining might 
In the baby blue waters...before the gracious day turns to callous night!
Sending me hot chills and cool vibes
Have no worries - no need to stress, baby
Feel free to relax in Joyous Island and be happy-go-lucky

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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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Silver nail tips nails painted black accentuated her skin.
Her pantsuit was coordinated with her accessories.
Her conversation was of political activism.
She was sharp as a tack and her mind was keen.

She was a trailblazer in her game.
Political office she would acclaim.
The members of her party gave her the highest praise.
Approbated in opinion she spoke.
She would win this campaign was everyone’s hope.

This is my time in space she stated.
As I stand amongst my people in this political forum, our way will form.
I am filled with esteem because you believe in me.
Our struggles will be over.
Strife is economical.
We are the obsolete proof in which we construct a new school of thought.

She was given an applause.
That is when she asked…
Please, may I have your attention?

{The Power House became quiet}.

We are old-fashioned people with modern ways.
We must base our advocacy on what is out-of-date.
I have unearth the treachery of immigration.
I have exhume the undisclosed knowledge of slavery.

Once in office, I will construct.
Unveil my administration to what our goals are.
This land is my land.
I am that strength and courage.
We will correct this nation’s antiquity defeating yesterday.

{The Power House stood in ovation}.
Penned on May 11, 2014!

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I’m sitting silently listening to the swoosh swoosh of the sea
Children paddle in icy sapphire water, so young and carefree
Their screams of innocent laughter are ringing in my ear
I reminisce of my childhood and dream of yesteryear

Of days before computers and the electronic age
Mobile phones weren’t invented, now they are all the rage
Bleep Bleep Bleep oh how irritating, it is a constant noise
But now they are essential to many young girls and boys

Life so full of simple pleasures, wind blowing through my hair
Running round barefooted with kites floating in mid air
Digging spectacular sandcastles with a dramatic moat
Splashing around in the sea together in a tiny little boat

Enjoying a perfect picnic on the golden sand
Getting an ice cream and it melting down my hand
Finding stunning starfish and a pretty pink seashell
Take them into school to display at show and tell

Climbing into craggy rock pools with a fishing net
Falling on the rocks getting clothes soaking wet
Bathing beauties on the beach topping up a tan
Suns rays beating down they wish they had a fan


Written for Vibrant Verse Contest 2 Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot

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Old but Still Breathing in Life

Journey's end of the final leg of our life.
Our independence, our kids want to take away.
You do your things and just please let us do ours.
The youth think their elders are lapsing into apathy.
No longer caring about life or worldly things.
At our old age we've become world-weary.
Wrinkled and not as strong, but still breathing in life.
We have much insight and wisdom rather than ambition.
But the young are too busy to really listen to the old.
We are too tired and old to fight with our young.
Eccentric is whispered, we never felt so alone.
Apathy is part of growing old, a sadness of old age.
Our youth appears loud and frantic ordering us about.
Too much chaotic confusion is hard on our old brains.
We'd rather avoid conflicts and let harmony stay within.
We still have a full deck, we just shuffle it slower now.
All we ask from our young folks is patience and respect.
It's the sadness that takes us out not necessarily our age.

'A Tribute To Old Age'

For Nathan A's contest, "Any Poem"

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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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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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Schooling The Young Horse

Rabbits, hens, and elephants respond
According to the signals communicated--
What is the use of running?
It is forbidden   --by your hand.
Here we try to escape artfully.
Where is the exit?
Donde esta la salida?  Por favor.
No salida But we sell souvenir postcards.
After the show.

(This might all happen in a moment of decision)

Give me to be manifest and free and
As yet untamed
As the wind.
How significant do you regard freedom to be?
Freedom to be...

It's a good thing you were taken from the fields.
The buffalo people are gone.
It's a good thing you abandoned the sky,
Now eagles are leaving their nesting places
To fall quicker than shooting stars.

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Patradoot or The Messenger 30 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger30 /Many 
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

How beautiful is my city Prayag*, dear letter,
Which enchants the visitors and enthralls,
By the lovely simplicity of its houses,
And the warmth of the hearts of its dwellers.

Amid the doors and windows of its houses,
You would find sweet and cool breeze blowing,
And a serene happiness you would find,
On the faces of its lovely citizens. dear. 

You would find the people of this city,
Full of patience and quite energetic,
By the time you would reach,
The place near my door, dear letter.


To get released from the custody of the Postman,
You will go in his hand, dear letter,
Thus you will get the chance to get free,
To convey my message to my beloved.

Among the beautiful loving inhabitants,
Of my place, known as Bharti Bhavan, 
You would see they love their friend’s life even,
More preciously then their own, dear letter.


Kanpur 21st August 2010.                          to continue in 31

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* Prayag 		Allahabad is also know as Prayag or Triveni. And Allahabad  is the 
                                    most ancient city  of India, 
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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

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It's my first,
I need it.
I hold it like in the movies.
Breath it in.
It hurts,
I cough,
I take another breath in.
I do it right.
I feel sinful,
But it feels too good to be,
It burns inside.

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The truth dances at the edge of my vision
Unsure who's truth I should follow
Each held with such strong conviction
Still their truths shimmer like a mirage
The closer I get
The further it travels
Out of my reach
My tongue is swollen
I continue to drink sand
Will my thirst ever be quenched
Is there even a single drop to swallow
They promised fountains

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Hunger Warning

     Hunger Warning 

Family and friends are first to go
Then the teeth and hair
Weight loss due to hunger
Is guaranteed
Begging for food is against the law
In most communities
Hunger is not a crime but should be
I’m looking for my other shoe
Something delectable to chew on
If you have it bring it back
I licked it in the morning
Who knows what you might contract
From someone as low as me
Return it please and let me starve in peace 

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You Are Alive

You're alive even in the darkest place;
Even when we can't hear Your Name,
Even when we can't see Your grace,
You're alive!
Even when we can't feel Your grace,
You are alive!

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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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The Rope of Hope

Ain't it strange...
That I attach to a troublesome sore
Do you find it odd...
That I truly love you to the core

But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or leave me to rot...
But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways
Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing mischief and what not

You untied me from my utter demise...
And you drowned away my thoughts that spread lies
In my head...making it spin madly
Like a Mary-go-round...

But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or leave me to spoil and rot....

Don't be afraid, baby
It's only in your mind...
Anxiety is brewing in your blood
And I can't seem to hold on to the rope of hope

But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways
Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing trouble and what not

Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame
It alarms to say this, but how DARE you waste my valuable time
Time is ringing like a church bell's your time to say goodbye and it's my time to forget your name
It's alarming to hear broken records of memory replay in my's almost crime

Thinking of you is wonderful and sublime

But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or untie me from this tight knot

You made the decision to untie me from my utter demise...
And you drowned away my thoughts that spread lies
In my head...making it spin madly
Like a Mary-go-round...

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Paris my prison

another world for me
a soul that I be
a freedom for life
free by love for liberty
for living — Paris my reason
Paris my unfulfilled desire
Paris my prison

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Unrealized Dreams

What crimes have I committed 
Who have I enslaved
The choices I make freely every day
Have I hurt you?
You live so far away
I owe you the clothing on my back
The shoes on my feet

While I walk through my pristine life
Your feet are bare
No education for your children
You work for pennies each day
Will you eat tonight
Will your dreams be realized?

It is easy for me 
I have freedom
Still I am a slave
A slave to my own desires
When will I have enough?
Will you ever be able to sew enough garments?
Am I your master?
I can not even master my own desires.
The more I see the more I want
I try not to think about the invisible hands
Your hands
Your unrealized dreams
I continue to live in my land of pretend
pretending my decisions make no difference
The corporations are at fault
you remain faceless
I remain oblivious
living my consumer dreams
my dream is your nightmare
you can't wake up
you continue to sew
rooms that are too small
the smell of sweat fills your nostrils
no sick days
position easily filled
You hold tightly to this lifeline
What choice do you have?
Can there be a fate worse than this?
Sadly the answer is yes

I sit here reading my own words
I stand guilty 
Not sure what to do
no longer ignorant of my crime
I hang my head in shame
who will pronounce my sentance
Will you be more merciful than I?

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Holding on to Summer

Summer freedom came when the

last bell rang, telling us that summer

vacation had started.

No more teachers telling us what to do,

no more homework, until after Labor Day.

Time for us to do what we wanted.

Sleeping in and all the freedom we wanted

was ours for the taking.

Bike riding until our legs ached,

but we didn't care one bit.

Swimming holes in the country

was where we headed on those

long hot days.

Friends together doing what

we loved.

Watching lighting bugs

as they flew over our heads

was such a joy.

Telling ghost stories or

about men from outer space

coming down to visit us.

Movies, reading our comics

on a raining day, what a tender

memory that was.  Childhood days

went by way to fast as did

our summer vacation, we were

always wanting to hold on to summer,

knowing that Labor Day would soon be

here and back to school we would go.

Written 8-11-11

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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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Citizenry Of The Soul

Written  Upon A Visit To Shanksville After 9/11

                                               Citizenry Of The Soul

If I did not believe there was bad in us,
I would have told you so.

If I did not believe there was also good, there
I would have uttered the words.

The instant of man is suspended upon this. It
pivots upon it as if some jewel on a chain, as
if “the belonged.”

We travel down the gravel road together past
The cornfields, and there a peacock stands bewildered,
by a barn, with eyes like a human being.

Up further are three golden feathered roosters with
blood red combs and, a ram with majestic horns.
Still, further is a reindeer, who hides his oddness in
the shadows.

On the ridge above are the horsemen. The horses are
Pale and beautiful and the sky above is “laid
open” and wondrous.

We travel further and, we reach the field of ghosts,
one single flag in the middle of the green grass.

We sit and wonder at mankind, at the struggle that
ensued there above that field to preserve humanity.
We imagine the plummet of the metal hull to the soil.

The purer of soul come everyday and sit and look out
upon the single flag, look upon the single truth.
The mud clings to their feet.

There is no wind above here or below. But, the currents
of air have odd faces and hands, they make unfinished 
turns and curves. They ring bells on plaques.

And, caress chimes, flutter ribbons.
We see the brighter souls.
We know they are this wind we feel brushing our 
arms strong – even in their going.

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The Palm Tree

We had fought and won
The internecine war;
The foreigners had demarcated
Their spoils on our land
But our spirit of struggle
Our thirst for freedom-
Kept burning within our hearts.

Our vow and determination
To recapture our terre
To tender our palm tree-
These, too, kept burning
With rage and vengeance!
Our thoughts no longer hazy
Our deeds no longer wavy-
But studied and firm
Our men advanced sure of foot.

Vengeance is ours-
And not the Lord’s!
For we know, liberated,
Even here
All manner of genius
May grow…
Turning pages of transformation
From centuries of silent mutation
To an eternity of unqualified progress.

Where the wheels of oppression 
Have finally ground to a halt
There shall be found
The masses that struggle!

(Written for those dark times, happily, now past)

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Have a nice life

Devouring, destroying, decaying. For your eyes only.
Inside, interiors, innermost. Then reflects on the outside.
Eaten, eager, eroding. Tap it, let it pour.
Disdain, disease, departure. 'Twas been driving you.

...reconciliation, with what is left.

...acceptance, what it offers.

...accord, to what you have become.

Peace, in the soft embrace of oblivion brought through demise.

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The beatles She's leaving home

The sun edged over the horizon
Leaching its yellow elongated tentacles
Over the shunting trains of Liverpool Lime street station

The full moon wavered for a short moment
being held there fast, 
then, as if released by a child’s elastic band
it too began its journey
Trying to maintain a perfect arc across the early morning sky
Like a compass pencil scratching across sandpaper

It’s Wednesday morning 
She’s in mourning
She pushes the bedroom door gently into its frame
It clicks comfortable closing like a prison door
She leaves a note on the floor
She wants to say more
But words fail her

She breathes in the kitchen for the last time
And exhales memories of a life not quite right
She looks back briefly
A moment
A spot in time
She turns the key
She’s free
She is leaving home!

Father snores out stale cigarette smells through yellow teeth
Mother wrapped in a tightly wound dressing gown
Lipstick and Mascara 
Struts like a painted clown
Waddles without a sound 
Picks up the letter
It says not what’s a matter
She falls to the ground

"Daddy, our baby's gone. 
Where did we go wrong!"
We sang the song
“Okay it wasn’t in tune, and we did forget some words but…..”
We gave her everything money could buy 

It’s Friday morning now, 
She is far away 
They meet, they hug, they kiss
Arm in arm they move out of the song
And walk away from the frame

Cos fun is the one thing that will take away the pain

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Last Poem To Maya Angelou Part I

You were so
Standing in front of
President and the
First Lady

I didn’t really
Your Pulse Of
inauguration poem
I kind of got lost
in the dinosaur
Poems about
Mastodons usually
Don’t instantly
inspire Black dreams

But those Harvard
and Yale Bullies 
came out the next
To criticize your
Iambic feet
How your syllables
are too short
Too long or don’t

But in the South
We were taught to 
protect our
And help them cross
the street

And I wish you had
just read And Still
I Rise
Would have loved to
The look in Bill
Clinton’s eyes

 Your Calling Of
Names poem
That would have
given Colin’s blood
A Rise

Dick Cheney would
have just laughed
In the aftermath

And if you had read
the poem
 Chugga chugga
Get me one Nigga
I would have grinned

As Hillary’s eyes
got bigger

And part of me was
For  And Still I
Rise Part II
But since you are
gone now
The Dinosaur poem
will do

It really was a
beautiful poem

I was never captured
by your

Always struggled
Caged Bird themes
I thought it was
more about women
Less about Black

But I did like the

And when it is all
said and done
 White poets will say

You were not as
graceful as Langston
Or Gwen or Rita

And Black poets will

You were never as
angry as Nikki or
Or as political as

And the Legacy
people will scramble
Trying to find a
place in History
For the sweet
dancing Black woman
That stole our
And sold a hundred
zillion books

Took pictures with
Malcolm and Martin

So I write this poem
to beg their pardon

And of course
they’ll name
A few inner city
schools after you

There will be a Maya
In at least thirty
Black neighborhoods
This will be good

And I’m sure there
will be 
a Maya Angelou
On a Martin Luther
King Boulevard 
Near a Malcolm X
Cemetery somewhere
Where people will
gather and stare

And on your birthday
Will congregate and

Just like they do
for Martin Luther
But they still won’t
Why the caged bird

For The Conclusion of this poem please see part II

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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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The Nemesis of Deborah

She saw the face of Judas in him.
The bearded kiss festered no truth
and the metallic breath
exhaled putrid faithfulness.
The trampled petals spoor no lusting stares, 
redolent no more
even as the tongue creeps by the shoulders.

The razors have summoned from the stinking room!
A slit in the neck 
could rhythmically go by the thrusts unnoticed
But the chorus of the beasts
as shrill as the gongs of hell
maimed vengeance yet
not in the loss of blood will you die.
Not in my hands.

His demonic pleasures went on as the voodoo doll
resurrected in the beat of my own gongs.
Keep stirring as this spindle rouses my anathema!
his chest hairs
pint of blood
vulture’s beak
stallion’s tails
bobcat’s eye
dead evergreen
Deborah’s tears.
Stir and stir and stir!
Murmur satan’s prayer
mana mana mana boo!
ruba ruba ruba hoo!
Count the sands of the transient hourglass
expiring ‘fore tic tac sound.
Now her man froze,
bulging eyes, blackened pulse!

‘tis freedom, Deborah!




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What are we really trying to say here or Get a poetic life

This is a poem to those who think thinkfull; 
whose thinkwrite, thinkthink, thinkprose, thinkcopy, thinkulate, thinkcujol 
as a full member's fool. 
My, me, mine contests are the bestest, contestest, behestest gorestest
since I'm a poet that's hosting, and ur the poet degenerate that's posting. 
This makes me in copulocommand and u in dildodemand. Hitherto inconsequential.
My criteria is susperia, whattheheria and scary as hell, because I know not 
what I'm doing and which wreaks, of,     Oh well!
It's funny to seewrite yr crap as something u think poetcool, 
but in poetreality on my site,  it is only poetgruel,  
as u lack the real innate streaming  talent (dollars/cents to be true)
to tintilate, as yr soul it waits for retooling.
Don't fret for u can be me, and all that's wordly fruitful and free.
just pay the right price for lifetime linear refooling! 
For it's then our poetic equation becomes wordglue
equazic for it's momentary monetary meger word sequestration.

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OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
……………………………… see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread

Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing

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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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Loss of a Brother

I am eighteen months,
to the day,
younger than he.

We have two sisters,
both younger than we.

To lose our only brother
leaves three sisters
cast adrift in a head sea,
swamped in waves 
breaking tight
against the course
of our ship, poised - 

to grow old together,
laughing about the past.

But he longs to be free.
We are left with no choice,
but to step aside,
and allow him leave.

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Why me

   'Why me?'
-- S.I. Khan

None inquires the luscious solitary wandering moon
What amaze ‘em my dawdling in angelic maroon 

Enthralling weep they often do though camouflage
What vex ‘em my cold grief which they try to sabotage
I know, lust for true love is at gross
What bothers ‘em my casual dream as morose

World’s callous appetite for light is endless
What angst ‘em for my desire for darkness

My longing to amour him in this titillating life
What worries ‘em to have this warm soul no strife 

Charm of togetherness invaded their euphoric minds
What alarms ‘em if I desire solitude of it kinds

None inquires the luscious solitary wandering moon
What amaze ‘em my dawdling in angelic maroon


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Shimmering scales of
slowly travelling their own globe.
Speaking silently,
their words muted by the glass
between us.
I spend all day staring,
straining to hear their secrets,
while they repeat endlessly,
never seeming to tire.
Blowing bubbles,
frolicking among the water plants,
floating atop beds of pebbles.
Days crossed on my calendar 
are forgotten feelings in water.
Until one day,
out of water
no longer shimmers.
Nothing gold can stay.

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In this moment

For years I have
but in this moment I
am silence
For years I have
but in this moment I
am peace
For years I have
but in this moment I
am love

For years I have
but in this moment I
am free
For years I have
been blind
but in this moment I
do see
each moment bears
the seed
to renew reality.

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Live in Peace

is a room 
in this house 

where few 
want to go 

it is not dark 
or lit
there are no doors in 
or out 
it has no boundaries

it is called by many 
but not living room

we will all
over time

in one

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Recharging my Batteries

Doors locked
blinds closed
removed the plug
from the telephone.

No one home.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014 .Jan.

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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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Living in A Glass House


The volume of a certain something

does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation

or its brevity by relation

Once you strike a chord,

It's moment of breath

Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest

Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success

is evident in the lack of evidence

Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence

You're an ancient old trick

but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head

But in my seductive grin

I am too an old trick

But I stand closest to the cauldron

Stirring green the ocean

To make way for that final moment

When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;

The waves come crashing to the coasts

Coming for my broken souls

With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows

Taking off into tomorrow

With a calmed, relieved breath

Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape

Now, in compassionate presence

Because after all,

Can't have nothing without 'how'

How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.

So, what have You left out?

You've become ignorant of your own shining features

Forgotten feathers from a bow

Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow

All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...

And now, its time for show

Up close and personal

Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow

Opened-close a shut case

Without remorse or concern or thirst,

Because all this, will soon be Unearthed

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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."

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When you come to christ.
Your transformed like a butterfly.
Your changed.
And Your beautiful like a butterfly.
You can fly.
You can be free,
Knowing that you
Wont damned to your sin.
Cause the blood of christ
Saved you.

The colors of a butterfly
Is like the crimson sky,
That colors the wold 
With it's beauty.  

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I am Dan

I am Dan, to some, Dan The Man
I peed my pants for too long
to be the man.

Before I say why; know, 
it will make me cry.
Will it you? Or only sigh.
To sigh or cry, let us try.

They gave me cinnamon sticks
dusty and sharp,
eat these, you'll stay dry.
I ate these and in the morning,
pee down to my knees.

They tried a warning,
don't you dare, it's in your head...
Pee, Pee, Pee, everywhere.
I went to camp, I didn't dare sleep.
I hugged my knees
and prayed for morning.
It came, and behind my lids 
everything bad waited.

But wait, between my legs-
a desert dry!
Elate, elate I am trained,
thirteen the magic number!
No magic, just done,
but the why, no fun.
Time to cry.

He hurt me young, he
taught me shame as he...
I took the blame and told no one.
And that is the why,
the why, why, why
and yet,
here I am, Dan The Man.

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Truth Continued

They promised fountains
Flowing crystal streams
Cool refreshing waters
I want to drink till I am full
Why else would I journey to this desolate place
I walk over the bones of those who came before me
Their voices scream out from the dust
warning me to go back
Am I already too late
I retrace my steps until I dissapear
Leave behind the evaporated me
The next moment I am lifted
carried on invisible wings
Light as air
Have I been turned to dust
I look into my Savior's eyes
His tears become a stream
The banks overflow
I am refreshed
I drink till I am full
His promise has been kept
I am saved because he wept
With his body he paid my debt
Now his truth is the one I accept

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Paint me white and I will still be black

You can paint me white and I will still be black 
Turn my ebony black hair, make sure the chemicals 
Touch every strand of my hair, erasing all trace of 
My pitch black kaffir but I will still be black.
Teach me how to walk, tell me what to wear
You can even show me your version of
Civilisation yet I will still be black .
Teach me your language, let me master
The vocabulary, the pronunciation but remember,
I will still be black 
Literature, science, physics,decency...yes yes
Fill that in my head puncture your history in the depths
Of me and feed me with your lies but I will still be black
Tell me I'm wrong for my awareness, threaten me with
Prison and even with my life...yes yes 
Persecute me with your words but still I will
Be black no no I will not be a slave nor will
I be less than a human being. My rights
Will be intact and my freedom a shall be won
Because with all you have done, all you think you have
Taught me in your attempt to make me whit..o
During the process of you painting me white!!
I am..I am still black and concious, I am still black
And proud...I am the descendant of that old slave still
That man you would flog all day till there was no more 
Flesh left to be torn, the descendant of that wrinkled
Woman you would forcefully penetrate for years on end
I am that young boy, that young girl you stole away from their 
Families as though their hearts were just mere illusion
I am black and aware of that man you 
Assassinated simply because he cried "freedom"
Steve Biko , Chris Hani, King Albert Luthuli, 
MartinLuther King and Malcom X I am
Sure  you have heard those names
I am the black daughter of that woman you
Disgraced and twisted.I am black 
A black young woman at the peak of her life
Embracing hee struggle felt history
Preparing for the history to be made again 

So, even if you paint me white, burn my hair
With your toxins, dress me like a doll
Tell me how to walk, talk, sit and even eat...
I will still be black as I have a free mind.

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I Dont Care

I no longer care what you think
I won’t be bound by your perceptions
Your box of pain
Your misconceptions
That fall like rain
On my parade

I don’t care
What you think of the state
Of my mind
Or my love life
Or my future
My past
My dreams
My faith
My desire
I don’t care

I DON’T Care
I don’t!
I won’t be confined
I won’t be defined
I won’t be subjected to
Experiments and tests
Prodded here and here
Pressing fingers
In a blaze of scrutinizing lights
On a cold slab of steel
Wondering what you'll find
As you dig into me
Surgical scrubs
To catch the splatter of blood
Of my insecurities
I don't care
What you find
What you see
This is me

I don’t care
I won’t live up to your standards
Been there
Done that
All my life
Coloring in the lines
When all I want is to splash vibrant emotions
On the canvas of my life
Do the right thing
Say the right thing
Act the right way
Think the right thoughts

I don’t care anymore
My days are numbered
I feel the tinge of death
On my lips
His hands reaching for me
Always there
In the back of my mind

I don’t care
I want to live
To breathe
To laugh
To love
To speak
To dream
Dreams that no one will invade and steal
No one will take them away from me
I will speak!
I will say what is on my mind
And heart
And not care
About what you think
Or if you walk away
Because you are weak
I don't care

After all…
This is MY life
To win or lose
To live or die
To laugh or cry
To give up or try
My life

I don’t care…..
For anyone
But that little girl
That middle aged woman
That romantic dreamer
The idealist
The believer
The lover
The dreamer

That carefree woman
Who lives and breathes
And moves
Inside of me!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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There Is No Now

The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation

Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what’s in them
Always running from them

We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals

Paint it any color you like
Doesn’t change a thing
This war that you’ve brought forth 
Has killed us all
In the past and future

There is no now…

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Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love

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Boy Sitting

If you have not read my "Girl Rising" poem
please read it first. Thanks I appreciate it.

Rise up from your chair
Do not be complacent
Do you not hear your sister
She cries out for justice

Are you being raised to be her jailor
Who has fed you a pie filled with lies
Baked in the pit of hell
Coated in religiosity
Served with justification
The contents poisoning your mind
Destroying your soul

Rise from your chair
Stand with your sisters
Beside them
Not above them
You were not born to be master
Their time is now
Stand on the side of freedom
That time is now

One day
You will raise daughters
Give them a new world
Filled with possibilities
A world you helped create
All because
You stood
You said
The time for change is now

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Tribute To The Intellectual Pathfinder

Majored in Social Anthropology -
Healdtown a significant influence 
in his life .Not only was Mafeje an 
influential academic, he was a man 
of brilliance, intellect and insight.

His trials and tribulations were many. For example,
Archibald addressed a crowd which was ‘illegally gathered’,
and for that reason he was arrested.  He did not despair. 
A force in the fight against injustices and marginalisation.
A custodian of African heritage, awareness and identity.

A protector of the African identity, of African roots and rights;
Mafeje contributed to South Africa and its nationals. An ‘intellectual
pathfinder’ who played his role in enhancing  the people of Africa’s 
knowledge and self –worth. That which he bestowed, both on the scholarly
and political spheres  was no mean feat. He shone in both scholastic and 
insightful ways. A man of brilliance, intellect and insight. A focused pathfinder.

He laid the foundation for future African scholars embarking on a similar               path of study. He also raised the benchmark in his field of study. A fountain of 
knowledge and an author and researcher of repute.A focused pathfinder.

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Patradoot or The Messenger 28 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger28 /Many 
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

These men and women have incarnated in them 
Peace with determination, for the well being of others, 
They have increased the honor and dignity, dear letter,
Of our motherland, we adore and worship as Bharat.*  

Moving ahead, you will see dear letter, how the rulers,
Beat them with sticks so mercilessly,
And how these tender bodies,
Fearlessly bear the lathi’s* on them, so bravely.

You will see how  with great determination and firmness, these women,
Are marching ahead,  while facing the pains of bamboo sticks,
Even when they become wounded or being crushed,
They are not fearful, nor do they think to withdraw, dear letter.
Some where you will be charmed to see,
Groups of young boys singing and marching,
Like a brigade of active monkey’s, dear letter,
They show their latent and sleeping energies.


Kanpur India 10th August 2010                                 to continue in 29


* Bharat.     The ancient name of India is Bharat.
Lathi.           A lathi is the sturdy bamboo stick carried by many Indians.

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, who was a freedom fighter.
This manuscript was written when he was imprisoned
By the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 

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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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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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The Edge of Freedom

We are lead by words
Our thoughts altered
We are made to believe
That what we do is right
We are a mass
Not !
We are told we are free
We are given rights
We must live by rules
We must work to survive
We are free
We must pay for our bills
We must pay for our lives
We must pay for our children
We pay for our wives
We pay for war
and the weapons we use
We pay for death with our lives
We are free
A number to them is all that we are
We can sell our bodies both inside and out
To pay our way along freedoms route
We are free
If we are sick and terminal and ask to die
We won't pull the plug
Your freedom we deny
But yet.......
We are free
Your free to do whatever you may choose
But if you can't pay
Your freedom you lose
But yet.......
We are free
To live, love and pay
And to ultimately enjoy
Freedom's decay

Eric (and sometimes not)

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Lives, Fortunes, and Sacred Honor


They pledged their lives, their fortunes
And their sacred honor.
With courage born of God and love
Of freedom, they stood against
The evil of the day. Nor would their lives
Have been preserved had they failed in their cause.

Today we cower in our comfort zones
Afraid to disobey the unjust laws,
The mandates of corrupted men
Who will control, who grasp for power,
Who deny they are the servants and
Betray the unearned trust of those they’ve fooled.

Where will we find the patriots of today,
Those who treasure freedom over life, 
Who stand apart from unearned beneficence,
Who aren’t afraid to say, “I built this,
I own my own rewards and I reject
The socialist fraud of government.”

We the People hold our Freedom
In our hands. No secret patriots will arise
To re-declare the Independence sacrificed
To welfare gods or to Big Brother’s lies. 
If we seek fortune over honor, Liberty will not be saved.
The Founders bones raise dust clouds in the grave.

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Captive Freedom with Evil Love

Captive Freedom with Evil Love, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

She who speaks of No Evil must have shared her bed with him
She who speaks of No Love must have shared a night by her side
Without expectation, slap across the face
Beside her, Evil Love
Night and day, courtship filled with wonders
Wonders taken away in a split second
Seconds away from captivity
Seconds away from freedom
Captive freedom with Evil Love
She who speaks of No Evil must have shared her bed with him
She who speaks of No Love must have shared a night by her side
Without knowing, a touch
Sweetness enters her world, to be gone
Taken away by No Evil who has shared her bed
Warmth wraps around her, freezing cold
Below zero
Dropped by No Love who has shared a night with her
Besides her, Evil Love
She who speaks of No Love must have met evil
Evil without love, Kryptonite

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Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!

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Natures Democracy

Notes on this Poem
I am not a bleating liberal, nor do I wish to upset America. But when I am in England sunbathing in 75 degree temperatures, when it normally is snowing at this time of year. When we have just declared a hose pipe ban. And when our most common bird the Starling has suddenly all but vanished, one can safely summise that something is happening to the climate. Reason suggests we all must get together to solve this problem and capitalism and individual concerns should take second place to the majority.

Democracy is at America’s heart
You lead while others follow
And your citizens bear the right to be free
With freedom comes responsibility
And democracy applies 
To all who inhabit this earth?

Within this premise Kyoto speaks
That sound which disturbs
 The majority of a wider democracy

 You deny their global solution 
In favour of the American way
But there are whispers in the wind
For nature too believes in democracy
And nature will make the agreement for you

For she is omnipotent to unleash her democracy
You can deny your future, but your ghosts will deny you
This way of life feeds a changing climate
And nature gathers her strength 
Slowly rising to give you her answer

The Hurricane and tornado 
The desert and the flood
Her democracy to maintain
A balance within the hemispheres

Your Freedom is a noble thing
For freedom lies in every beast.
But only humans carry the burden of democracy
This is the price we pay for freedom

But freedom is worthless
When all you grow is destroyed
When all you build is washed away
When all that you hold dear is taken without mercy

Look over the fence America
Look beyond your borders
Look at your planet
And look at this baby born
For it may never grow up to remember you

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Falling embers

Splintering lives and

Piercing memories

Rage begets rage.

Weeping mothers

Enraged brothers

Martyred fathers

Widowed sisters

Pushing ideologies

My way or no way

Twisted metal

Territorial markings

Of a beast.

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Stone of St Croix Island

Carefree in leisure time, one blasé tourist, 
almost happy, I once had collected a complicated stone;
after the sunny hours had ended and last opportunity
for keepsakes began.

In my hand the stone had kept all of its mouths sewn shut,
holding its amalgamated story, and likewise in the car,
on the plane, through US Customs where it was not 
in the least suspected.

A thumbnail identity I now should guess at, marking an old date,
and fixing it to, with reasonable estimate, a map location:
Plot No. 243, East end of the island, slave sugar plantation,
the stone from the corner of a ruined windmill stair—
broken free by my criminal hand, having liberated a vine.

The stone looked like a bleached out mini-monolith, square-rectangular,
able to be stood on end, leaning back and swollen at its center
like a pulled cork.

What could have moved this sequestered world to opening?
That was not for me to discover, except what came on Christmas Day,
two days after my returning.

Slave watercourses, the sight of innumerable Dutch ships,
ballasted with human flesh and hewn rock for sugar works buildings.
The drop at arms swish of the Driver’s bullwhip.
Flecks of spirit splayed on vegetation.
A mongrel dog barked beyond the windless wall of sugarcane
in centipede and mosquito heat.

Seaside, beautiful seaside impressions;
distant coral light shadows, etched deep azure;
snowy colored breakers that pencil-marked the sea.
The staid, vibrant, mocking power
of visual symphony backdrop.

So little of aid for the slaves, but for those dangerous secrets, 
unhoused in the fallen coolness of the night:
demonstratively crystalline heaven of stars; 
a ragged moon, clouds scudding eastward toward Africa
before freshwater rainsqualls came.  And there 
Orion’s Belt, mid-sky, illustrious bright, with its three
centering star points in rational line, as if 
Hope could have flung such a rope anchor onto Life
engendering sanctified resistance.

Christmas morning, 5 a.m. 
I had awakened from a stuck place, shapeless and dark, 
half in dreaming and half in knowing I was in no dream.

I was sobbing, yet strangely, because there were no tears. 
I had only put the stone inside my pajama top onto my heart.

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Fears Became My Phobia

The rush the energy that flowed within. 
It came through me like a sin. 
The wind wisped a quiet tone. 
Even though it had hardly blown. 
Once again my friend. 
All alone. 
But, are we true to it? 
Have you had enough of it? 
Heart beats picking up in pace. 
Dodging trees in some devilish race. 
But to where? 
But why? 
Should I have opened my eyes? 
Earlier in the night was fine. 
Not a drip of liquid gold to the ears. 
Not a sound for the world to hear. 
But now the growls. 
The intent to kill. 
The fear crept up and meant to fill. 
The soul from within. 
From the darkness it may begin. 
The fleeting of the hairs. 
From no care? 
From not a single worry in the world. 
To the stomach twirled. 
Has my mind played another trick on me? 
Or is there something I cannot see. 
Behind the veil of the dark he stood. 
Staring me down from under his hood. 
The man was grim. 
His smile had crept. 
With one swift motion he bent down and he swept. 
All of my fears came to reality. 
I saw you personally, full fledged brutality. 
Off came my arm, my life force wept. 
Blood spilled over the leaves below. 
That ringing kept me sane, Shooting up to look out the window. 
Still dark. 
Just a dream. 
Once again my friend.

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She is red, a riot, 
Rolling with recklessness and 
Reaping the rewards of passion.

I am carpet blue.
Bubbling with banality, bursting
Boredom with silent fashion.

Colliding in the corridor 
We pace a purple paradox.
We’re her favourite colour.

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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love

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Get your house in order.
Get your life right.
Repent from your sins.
Magnify humanity to a point of surrender of all perils.
You are only your savior.

Survival is your essence.
Strength weakens the evil that possess.
Give your burdens to the omnipotent and praise his presence.
Shout hallelujah when you feel the need.
You are seeing your spirit aglow.
Know that you are the master of your soul.

Clap your hands giving yourself an encore.
You know that you are specter shown.
Stomp when the spirit enters.
Your presence is wraith of the known God.
Remunerate and worship
Reflect and shout
This is your house in order.

Tell the world you been saved from your evil ways.
Share your vision as your mission unto God.
You are a crusader in a cause.
Your house is now in order because you praised the Lord.

Shout Hallelujah Amen!

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Dont ask me to change my poetry again

I got a bad review,a terrible review 
"Give it up" it said
Please stop writting, you stupid fool
We don't want to read anymore of your shit
Your wasting your time
Your poetry's crap
Can't even spell, punctuations non existent
So I'll write for my fans I've only got two
But they like my work so f..k you

I'll put pen to paper 
Join beautiful words
Write a poem for the masses
I could use big words
I don't understand, look to the dictionary for every line
Leave a blankness in your head 
Wondering what the hell it said

From this poem your feel astounded
Magnificent,marvellous, absolutly gorgeous
All the beautiful words I've put down
Look lovely, sound wonderful 
But don't mean a thing

I'll tell you what is little-known
What school is like if you actually go
I never went to college you see
No chance of a university degree
Pretty much what you see
Is what you tend to get with me

I don't know how to write poetry 
All I know is what's inside of me
The rawness, blatant truth
Sometimes happy, mostly not
My writing will shock
Make you see some truth
As raw as possible, this is what I do
I'll never sugar coat things
Make them easier to swallow
The big wide worlds out there and its ****ING horrible
African children dying in pain
Their mother's tits sliced off,raped and maimed
Our boys fighting an endless war
So those countries can have much more
Children blowing themselves up
As their told its the way to God
This governments *****people are freezing 
As our war veterans can't afford the heating
What kind of world is this that we live
When people are starving,dying and sick

Don't ask me to change my poetry again
Or I'll shout it from the roof of your office building

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soul dance

spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
pleasing me
i grab the bass fish gliding past
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit 
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans

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My Angel

I met a girl once,
whom i taught not to cry.
I found freedom in her arms 
And silent promises in her eyes...
She asked nothing,
I gave nothing...
She bared her soul to me,
She showed me her vulnerabilities.
I tried hard to see,but under those fragments,
But I could only see her strength.
As she moved back into the shadows,
I could only see her light burning bright.
I thought I was strong..
She showed me what strength was!
As I struggled to find where I belong,
She answered me with a kiss..

" To love is... to give yourself
And to keep giving."
She took my hand in hers,
Looked me in the eye,
And, as i laid down my defences 
She taught me to fly..
Ans as she taught me to fly,
I found my freedom in her arms,
I found my identity in her eyes.

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Seven gun shots, three of them taken by me!
Now and forever, I sit permanently here in this uniquely customized chair today.
I can't feel shit, I'm paralyzed from my hips down to my toes today.
If I could somehow miraculously go back in the day, today.
I'd take back all my thuggish ways and glamorous days and gladly walk rite back here 
   with you today.
It saddens me to know though that the truth is if we went back in the day, today and 
   you explained to me my life's situation today.
I would have told you to go to hell, I can live no other way today.
Seven gun shots, three taken and all of them could have been avoided by me!


this poem's message can be heard in infinity different ways 
       * (KNOWLEDGE is POWER) & I'm just a pawn with a vision to someday be KING *
  even a bum can teach us something *

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Controlled Fallacy

 Our mind is capable of passing beyond 
the dividing line we have drawn for it.
 Beyond the pairs of opposites, of which
  the world consists - other, new insights
 begin."  --Herman Hesse, on Thought "

Controlled Fallacy 

I could be an enchanted dragonfly,
the one, in a child's storybook
that  lets fairies,
full of magic ride on its back.
I could turn into the wicked dragon
 that lurks 
in all the kingdoms and fiefdoms
or the brave knight
that rescues the poor distressed damsel;
the one who  lives happily ever after,
thereafter or, 
I could be her private aspirations.
Her flight from passion before the rot sets in.
I could be her secret hideaway, where
she touches solitude with reverent fingers.

I could enter reality at this point
so focused that the dragonfly would tumble
into a shriveled heap,
or become a pauper, sitting
on a cold and wind blown, treeless street.
I could be a modern day Cinderella with
a pumpkin Rolls Royce
and stained glass slippers
or,the best friend of an 
English Lord, or the maid who 
every single morning
brings him his breakfast
of kippers.

But I don't want to be an 
enchanted dragonfly.
I want to drive to some remote reality
in a real Rolls Royce
I want -  I want controlled fallacy.
I want caviar- not kippers
I want  a flowing negligee  and
maribou-feathered high heel slides.

I want to be that enchanted princess
who touches solitude with
reverent fingers.
I want to be the smiling
sole, possessor
of a single, stained glass slipper

Suzanne Delaney
 Fantasy Contest - Giorgio V

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It's a Small Wacked World After All

Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from mo months of 
societal solutiservititude of  ages impressed. 
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysical spirits melding
into one promiscus misspromise delegated by past powers 
at be to fulminate the sexual prose prowess that we hide
in the nether neath of neutral neuder nuisances hopefully negating
turn raging torrent treasures into mystical monument molecular
memories into never non nil complacent coiture of everpresent
For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge destitiute desires drearily soft
shifting free fall forever faked fawned populace pleasures deso
designated by an eager ego-stential ego everpresent freudian flaked frail
feverent list of lost lucid loveless latent ladies and gential guise gilded gentlemen to
go gender hide a post penal predisposition to passionate penetrations
for the sake of wifeful wishes and mistress missed moments of 
hideous hide and psuedo sexual seek preludes to the other side of a 
retro recreational ripe respite religiousness that alter  states the sociosick
sanctioned ****severence residue that fecal foments our current a----ffairs. 
The Weiner takes all is fair in love and warr-----anties;wishful texting. 
E X tendedness will costco create yr penalpussypoliticoplentypiousness. Third party poster plenititudes??? 
Fair and balanced banalaties beliguered by biased bigot blogosites. Get Real How?

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There is a building down town in the MIDST  Of POVERTYVILLE called the
POCKET. The pocket is used to store supplies and house programs for the poor.
Open the POCKET DOOR. No need for proof. Of  IDENTIFICATION.
LET it be a source of Charitable DONATIONS FOR anyone 
In need.

Let the money SURGE.
AND screams of DELIGHT the impoverished plight.
EARMARKED  for the poor, PROVISIONS and PRIZES for

Grants in tow. Watch. BILLIONS POUR .
In actual WE NEED billions in capital  for  ANTI-POVERTY
Hear the people roar WE NEED MORE, OPEN THE POCKET DOOR!

The POCKET is a PROGRAM for ANYONE in need.
Money KNOWS not where it FALLS.  WITNESS all the poor
Let the POCKET have earmarks for poorly proforming  SCHOOLS.
The POCKET should be EXPANDED not discarded as trash.


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Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true. 

Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy. 

Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care. 

Turning us against our own, 
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love. 

Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.

Awaken to the torment, 
Be aware of all the pain. 
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.

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Patradoot or The Messenger 26/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger26 /Many 
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

These Indian women, who were called salves of man,
And even showed as degraded by the writer publisher Ms. Mayo,
You would see, what courage and bravery they have shown,
You can witness and see from your eyes, dear letter.

You will see them fighting fearlessly, dear letter,
While wearing beautiful saffron color sarees,
As if,  the goddess of courage is giving them strength,
To peacefully face lathe's and beatings on them,

Some where you will witness on your way, dear letter,
How bravely these women are struggling, while bearing,
Tortures and lathe’s in love of their motherland,
They go even to jails without fearing cruealities.

Such was the courage faced by brave and bold Indira,*
The only daughter of Kamla* on Zero Road, dear letter,
When she saved the honor of national flag,
While fearlessly struggling to carry on the procession.


Kanpur India 6th August 2010                                 to continue in 27

*Kamala …Full name Mrs. Kamla Nehru. The reference is for the mother of Mrs. Indira Gandhi or the late 1st woman Prime Minister of India.. Kamla Nehru wife of Jawaharlal Lal Nehru. She was a great social worker and Freedom fighter. My mother or the writer's ( Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor ) wife to whom the entire Patradoot is dedicated used to go with Late Kamla Nehru,  as her regular companion to awaken the women and men living even in poverty and slums areas of Allahabad

* Indira   or Mrs. Indira Gandhi. The reference is of Mrs. Indira Gandhi, who later on became the Prime Minister of India. She was taking part in the non-violent movement of Mahatma Gandhi, even while she was quite young. Indira Gandhi was also from Allahabad.

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my father late
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. 


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Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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Beslan- Russia 2004

Under a free sky, today
on a beach in Australia
I gathered from the white sand beach
ancient, sea- worn shells.
Another world away they gathered up
the siege-worn bodies of their children

As I rinsed my weathered treasures
in crsytal blue ocean waves; they were burying their innocents,
lowering them into early graves

All around me freedom shimmered
while they, grief stricken, had helpless tears
that shone on white, shocked cheeks
I felt the sun, warm on my skin
while they felt the deep chill of evil mocking them

I think I know how precious freedom is
They are sure of it, as they bury their dreams
 with children they would have died for
In the face of such callous cruelty
we feel just as helpless 
Gulls hover above me like thoughts
They go out to them - on freedom's wings

 Suzanne Delaney

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Vertical Lines

Don't forget to cross the Ts
and dot your Is
because if you don't do that
they're just lines vertical on a page.
Lets us forget about the imperfect words
that make us cry
the vertical lines,
like jail bars hold us back.
Stand up and out and roar like a lion!

she is mine, I love her,
but I am quiet,
held back by the vertical lines
the black oily jail bars,
that keep my hear caged in
everytime I cry and people don't listen
the guard taps his nightstick upon
the vertical bars,
the imperfect feelings of pain and sadness
feeling like this it bores me 
feeling like this makes me sick
and I feel myself wanting to vomit
and shake the nervous feeling
of falling into a dark hole,
so I sit behind these vertical lines,
like cocaine lines, ready to snort up your nose,
like cigarettes lined in a perfect and neat row,
like empty wine and beer bottles
littering around my feet.

The vertical lines take me away from reality,
close my already blinded eyes
with a black blindfold.
These jail bars cross my soul,
chain my the ankles and wrists,
and choking me, holding my head under water,
I can't breath!!! Help me!
These vertical bars hold me back in life,
hold my emotions from coming out,
to tell you how I feel for you!
I no more want vertical lines,
I want to be free.
Drive horizontal roads that wined and turn around beautiful mountains
too take a deep breathe and share the beauty
to watch the horizontal horizon.
Too sit on a beach shore and write till the sun goes down
and the mermaids sings cheerful tunes
that uplift my spirits and break the remaining vertical lines
that bind and hold my heart in place.

There is nothing beautiful in a straight line,
let alone a vertical one.
Horizontal, vertical all bad in their own ways,
always trapping us, like jail bars or barbwire that streches across the open lands.
Love has no lines,
no boundaries,
so why should I have lines that bind me together
holding my head underwater,
till a spark lights a powder keg and blows me sky high
and I finally set myself free
and roam the horizon for ever.

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A Tyrant

finds ease in cutting corners
difficulty in shedding light in the dark
such a mortal’s combat is just

he thinks

no evils lurk in capacity
from heights beyond notice
because capacity is the just

he persuades

the sky screeches
the ground bellows
cries flat line and streams of pain mark the surface

for the wondering

the mortal calls it justice

and for the unjust

who finds ease on a mere strip
who sheds light in the midst of havoc
is a such a mortal’s combat not just?

one would think

can evil find shelter in this capacity
or call home stolen property
simply because

is unpersuasive

and when the sky whispers again
and the ground whimpers
laughter will fill the air
tears of joy will mark a blemished surface

for the wondering

such mortal calls this hope

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Waiting for the funeral

How many times had she celebrated
longed for his coming death
sat imagining her great freedom
the wealth she so richly deserved

No more of his groping
hungering for her essence
she had satisfied him many times
treated him to all her portals
pleasured him to the altar

He denied her nothing
her aspirations went higher than her skirt
how long would this sentence last
certainly longer than their conversations
he was fluent in the art of need

she had thought of killing him
yet she lacked the will
hoping he might take one too many blue pills
So she could ride him to her dreams
suffocate him with one final kiss

her appetite for love unrestrained 
she desired her pleasure mixed with pain
he couldn't hurt her in the ways that mattered
she found her release in the arms of another
not all things done in the dark remain secret

A young woman died today
a terrible accident we're told
his assistant is there to comfort him
they'll be engaged in just a few short weeks
after all, the man has his needs

For the "Poet III poetry contest."
By Richard Lamoureux

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Dear Snob

I never walk for fitness
Coz I walk for conveyance
I don’t run to look cool
But I run to get to school

I never count my calories
I’m lucky just to have a bite
I don’t have the luxury of lifts
Stairs are all I have for any height

I fry my food and eat sugar
And it’s not often that I can
And I eat salt coz it feels mighty right
Remember, I’m lucky just to have a bite

You consider me ungodly for being polygamous
“Whats the difference?” I ask
I have five wives and my children are nineteen
You have one wife and your concubines umpteen

You think I’m crazy, I say not
You say I’m illogical, I think not
To you I’m reckless and senseless
But I know my life is not a mess

Listen to me western native
I am different but not inferior
My attempt at your language is not fine
But have you ever tried mine?

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Africa Heart

Bloody skies
New beginnings
Glorious scent
From heaven it was sent

Long before
We walked this land
It was moulded
By the Maker

Legends tell of
The dark spirit
Turning trees
Trying to take the land

The Maker
Made the tree strong
Made it proud
Made it unbreakable
Just like the people
That believe in Him

The Maker perfected this land
More than before
Filling with
Mighty roars
Soft rumbles
Silent wings
Bouldering calls
Gentle purrs
Manic laughs

So with this
Wild heart I call mine
I will delight myself in
The Makers 

Running soon
Running far

To set wild hearts free
Like a flaming master
Taking its fiery hold
Over all things
Dry and old
Only to uncover
What has been bleeding 
To be seen

Our wild hearts
Beat with
Gentle giants footfall
Beating slow steady 
Ready to be set free
Ready to breathe
What was mine to be

With blazing sun
Firing down
Onto cracked
Down ground

Between thick brush
Under the mighty baobab
With the creations all around
My wild
African heart
Soon to be found 

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May be that is how Birds learned to fly

Down in the world of treachery
Survival is for the strongest side
Weakest have no place in its tents
For they cannot dance for noble songs

In that state of despair
Alone and powerless among the elite
Searching for place to plant hope
They began to jump round and round the field

Seeing the clouds rolling in peace
Jumping gave birth to new sense of looking ahead
Strengthen the will to explore other avenues
To avoid persecution of the strong world

In the moment of silence, aching for freedom-
-They pulled away from the rope-
-Hold on to the air being free
And fly up to sky where the strongest could not
Finding site to go to avoid pain

In midst of gloominess
There comes a time, to sing 'eureka'
May be that is how birds learned to fly
Spending time in higher space, to
Avoid chains in the cruel world
And embellish their lives with happiness

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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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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 

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Buttoned-Down Minds

They would watch, with wild amusement,
as chubby little hands worked furiously, struggling with each button.
Tiny, unskilled fingers loosening, gnawing at them, until the last one was free.
She would wiggle out of her brand new, red velvet coat,
scrambling to play with building blocks and toys.
A capsule in time, that confirms something about her that cannot be tamed...
her pride, stubbornness, and a fierce desire to be

We are watching in mild discomfort,
as blue veined, arthritic hands work furiously, struggling with each button.
Swollen-knuckled fingers loosening, gnawing at them, until the last one is free.
Slowly, and methodically,  she shrugs off the old familiar, wool-tweed coat, 
while we patiently wait to enjoy our afternoon tea.
A capsule in time, that confirms something about her that cannot be named...
Is it pride, or fear, or a fierce desire to be


For the contest sponsored by Black Eyed Susan: " Buttons "


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Rejuvenation Vaccination

In a world of temptation 
Dependent on medication
Craving a sedation
A pill for each frustration
A fix for civilization
Pray for the vaccination 

In a world of starvation 
Addicted to damnation
Absorbed in misinformation 
Blind to each assassination
Strung out on speculation
 Pray for the vaccination 

In a world of suffocation 
Engulfed in dehydration
Hooked on acceleration 
Ignorant of the manipulation 
Fanatic of the hallucination 
Pray for the vaccination 

In a world of depreciation 
Lifelong zombification 
Never ending radiation 
Destitute of unification
And without salvation 
Pray for the vaccination 

A vaccination 
To end devastation 
Reverse isolation 
Renew our education
To allow our rejuvenation 
Pray for the vaccination 

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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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Cold Shadows of Subconscious

Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark 
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act 
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck 
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way 
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting

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We Have Not Yet Begun

For USS Bonhomme Richard (LHD6)

We Have Not Yet Begun.......... 

Some experiences leave words
inadequate to describe them
Like standing on the flight deck
of the USS Bonhomme Richard

Witnessing at sunset
the lowering of the colors
feeling the reverence and respect
shown as the flag flutters to rest
The solemn escort of the flag
that demonstrates devotion
to high ideals and freedom

Here on a ship with a name, deeply
steeped in history I am told the
motto, "I have not yet begun to fight"
Proud words that rang out long ago
from John Paul Jones

And so tradition carries on-
in the awesome technology deployed
in the constant fight against tyranny

During this tour I have learned
a whole new language
Important messages like
"Don't give up the ship"
and how the resolve of these words
shone from the eyes of every crew member.

The feeling of team-ship was strong
among them- yet I felt
as I stood at the side of a
certain Lieutenant Colonel
on that flight deck, that I
was in the presence of an American hero.

 I will long remember
my visit to the USS Bonhomme Richard

In the little booklet I was given
it stated many facts and figures; 
snippets of information of a 
mind-boggling nature-
but the smiles and conversation
the crew were so willing to give
will live -in my heart forever.

I will be thinking of them
"Launching into the abyss,"
attending to commands- like
"Darken ship" and I will bless them always
for their roles in defending
our Freedoms

"WE.... have not yet begun....
to thank you for your fight
Dear men and women
of the USS Bonhomme Richard."

Suzanne Delaney

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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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Upset For

Upset For? ( based on A course in Miracles Lesson 5)

Reason to be upset
Not what it seems
The more angry I get
Eludes me what it means

A trigger pushed
Driving me insane
I feel ambushed
Yet only reveals the pain

A truth rejected
A lie believed 
Oh so affected
I am deceived

Yet illusive reasons come
To tempt false perception
Feelings again to numb
And believe self deception

Or will this messenger of pain?
Invite true perception and heal
A reminder of true self again
Your choice will reveal

Diana Dalton
29 July 14

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breaking Loose

A terracotta cage
Holding in my roots.
Creeping little tendrils,
Trying to get lose.
Oh there is water 
And there’s dirt.
There is light to help me
But someday, yes someday.
You just gotta let me 
I’m reaching for the
I’m reaching for the 
Although I know you’re right.
My heart is telling me you
To the terra cotta cage,
That’s holding in my roots.
“Bettter watch out.”
Because I’ll be 
Breaking loose.

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Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am

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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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Around The Corner

I stand with my back pressed to the wall
Arms out preventing that fall
Whilst pale fingers spider towards the corner
As inner thoughts crash tackle my hold on the brittle mortar
Winds rush by to coax me closer
To a world that is loved, yet I’m only lonelier
Confined to that ledge, is it safe to say - What’s around the corner?
Head spinning I lean against my pharma fug
Knowing salvation is around the corner?
I press on through inky blackness, never looking back
Palms smearing a sweating drunkenness
Where fingers slide to a free-wheeling halt 
The wind betraying the corner is here

She whispers “come fly with me”…

My moment of truth, blurred by tears
As I melancholy through the air
Free as a bird 
That never had wings
It was always there
Just around that corner

13 Oct. 2014

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The Box

Sentences dripping with meaning, we sit,
                Foetal in a blissfully repetitive equation,
Extinguished stumps of trees taking brief roots
                        On a plastic surface a meteor’s distance above;
A flood of harmony resumes under the clinical glow of misspent youth.

Condensation condescends from dull walls
                Saturated with dim impressionable images,
Ideas shaped to a teardrop’s curve leaking
                        From cloud-like minds to dry tongues in a leaden cavalcade;
Thus everything means anything insightful anymore.

We ascend in drowsy downpour of precise procedure,
                    Ending this sodden epoch for the molten notes
                                And clean ceiling-clung starlight of a place beyond The Box.

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Lion In Cage---Ugandan Story For You

As you come to Uganda visit Entebe zoo Come to the lion cage Don't stare or watch just look in the lions eyes It will tell you all the stories of Kampala You see the red eyes of Besigye With the zeal to break the cage And lead Uganda But the pain of tear gas is unbearable Look at this lion again Laying down as if it has been tamed Then you will see a Lukwago Who wants to do the mayor job But all the power is in Musisi Come closer, you will the lion roar To show its potential but all in vain Like Nsereko moving a motion In Parliament But scared by his mother party Don't stop look closest You will see this is not a lion Its a lioness, Its kadaga Chairing Parliament On tension to expel rebel MPs Look again you will see it all The begging hands of street kids for rescue The serious police force The sweat of unemployed graduates The noise of boda boda riders And the potholes in the city This lion at Entebe zoo Knows how much the staff labors to fed it It know how much they spend on it Like the way Ugandans know How much the government has given to them But as you look at it It tries to hide its jungle character Because thats how it earns money to feed it It knows the staff gets from what belongs to it Like the way corrupt officials Pledge on our funerals Burying our own who died of disease That would have been cured by the same money They played lots Now run away from that cage Before that lion comes with all its craws Begging for its freedom Like Ugandans On walk to work

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I Will Live My Life

I will live my life                                                                                                                               The way I want to                                                                                                                           Etching and living                                                                                                                                         And painting life whatever color I please                                                                                                And I will do something                                                                                                                    Instead of talking about doing                                                                                                         And I will not waste my time                                                                                                            And I will look like                                                                                                                              I know something that no-one else knows                                                                              From the life I have lived                                                                                                              That no-one else has lived

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Kiss the Rain

Time off from the chaotic rhythm of the office
Exhausted from a long day’s work
Never mind, for tomorrow is a chance to peep
In the blue haze of early morning

Another day, another chance
Of a wishful thinking of the seventh heaven
That a Godsend may soon fall to earth in drops
To break the silence of the morning

I need the rain to accompany me
And lull me into a deep therapeutic easiness
Unbosoming the thoughts of turning back time
Between playful stomping and dancing on water puddles

The cloud drifted on to reveal a blinding cloudburst
The first sign of a light drizzle gave hope
Therefore, I looked upward to the gossamer layers of clouds
As railing rains trickle down my face
I opened my parched lips and closed my eyes to kiss the rain

23 February 2013

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Vasava An untold story 1/Many

An untold story 

The story as Vasavadutta originally conceived and written by my late father Dr.Amar Nath 
Kapoor*  in Hindi many many years back, but Accidentally the major portion of his hand 
written manuscript got lost with many of his other hand written manuscripts during his 
lifetime itself. He had a deep attachment for this unique story belonging to the period of 
Guam Buddha 559 BC. 
Since I had heard him reciting this story when the manuscript was present I am trying to 
rewrite this unique story, as was wished by my late father. Hope my poetry soup friends 
would find it a unique story portraying a beautiful character of a dancer Vasavadutta or 
Vasava, who was an embodiment of beauty. Her life changed completely when she came to 
see Gautama Buddha.

I am rewriting his idea and story in English and hope to have your both types of comments 
as you find and feel, as it is always precious for me.

An untold story 						Part 01/Many

She was a woman of splendid and unparallel beauty
Lavishly bestowed and blessed on her by Nature
Her intoxicating and lovely youth,  had sparked  
Her beauty and enchanting ness far and wide on Earth

On the beauty of her face and hanging hair locks
Many and mighty had sacrificed and burnt like moths
To see only a glimpse of her dance and to hear her voice
Many lost their entire wealth, only to enjoy her dance

Brahma* had labored hard, while shaping her beauty
Her enchanting eyes use to glitter, like beautiful sapphires
Which were studded in the golden cups of her lovely eyes
Attracting everyone, who came in the closeness of her eyes

During her dance performances, her eyes use to sprinkle 
A passionate intoxicating wine, to charm the audience
Her spectators never appears to stop drinking that wine
To get completely lost themselves in the charms of her dance


Kanpur India 01st March    2010	                  Part 01/Many

References and Hindi word used.

* Brahma   The Creator of the entire Universe as per Hindu  

* Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor  My late father who was also a freedom      
   fighter who joined national freedom movements of Mahatma  
   Gandhi in 1920 but left active politics after India’s 
   independence in 1947 and devoted rest of his life till 1994 in 
   writing mass literature on Indian mythology, dramas , Poetry 
   and etc and wrote more than hundred manuscripts

*Kama  means wish, desire or longing, especially as in sensual 
    love or sexuality  ( Deo)  Hindu god inducing lusty 

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a kiss of sunshine

The trees flicker past her eyes through the tinted windows of the bus.
She leans back her head and lets it rest on the seat.
The obtrusive sounds of fellow school students are enough to make her mad,
But the sunshine softly kisses her cheeks, making her glow,
Comforting her and taking her deeper into thought.

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Breaking Free

Folded closed, and left behind, .... perhaps for someone else to find... Perhaps the gentle rain is kind enough to wash away a threadbare heart, a broken dream, from yesterday... enchanting me to believe within, to entertain the child again A time to take a step apart, and time to grow, to break the hold where, once before, life shivered cold, beneath the shelter of the old Step past what eyes might estimate, with cleansing mists across the face to christen slates with glistening, new,... paths refreshed with pearls of dew. Listen to the whispered winds, the sweet refrains,of falling rain, as if I were a child again. Begin the walk where raindrops dance beneath the feet, in rainbow hue and mirrored worlds, where twin skies meet, as puddles ripple in the street where passers by, forget to see the beauty in a world scrubbed clean Stamp the feet to make a splash, while those around you make a dash With diamonds in the morning light, to quench a tongue in sheer delight To be as one, with earth and sun, and know that rain can be a friend hold up the hands to catch the sky,...the inner child is waiting in the wings
______________________________________________________ Inspired By Nette's Contest: Umbrella (image #2) Carrie Richards 3/1/14

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Hobo Heart-

The train chugs out my name,
each clink calling softly.
For adventure awaits
in its open box cars,
baiting my hobo heart.

Emile Pinet, Somewhere, Jan.8, 2015

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The Beauty of Breath

lays in it's
faithful existence.

Born into strange
bloody yet unbound,
tied to this world
in breath,
soon to forget this
act of grace. 
The one breath
without which 
no other would take
To breathe in salt
sea tang, 
or field of flowers
trees of green that
as if breath to
them to us,
as we to them,
and in the simple
of consecrated
to recognise that 
which exists,
as within. 
In breath we are
and if a religion
you must,
then kneel to
sacrifice time 
on the alter of
be silent awareness 
and behold,
one faithful breath.

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Oh, Palestine
Cry, cry generously
Cry more
Let your tears wash their sins
Let your tears wash their brutality

Oh, Palestine
Struggle, struggle endlessly
Struggle more
Let your people teach them,
The meaning of "Dignity"

Oh, Palestine
Live, live happily
Live more
Let them learn how to dream
Let them see how we challenge bravely

Oh, Palestine
Grow, grow prosperously
Grow more
Let your people raise you high
Let your name reach the sky


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(1) "recession over opression" Everything is going to be alright

I personally believe in a cultral of time.  I believe personally that this nation will rise up and
all the rhetoric in its existence will cultivate just in the nick of (?).  And if you're still in doubt,
don't hate my belife's just because your's is in the ultimate sprout.  What's it all about is that
the privaledge of justification is overshadow by the greed and our nation will sort out the nay
'sayers just because other's are jealous over the weed. I believe; that if this country....this
country from sea to shinning sea will see that poverty is defeated when normalcy is depleted.
Depleted in such a way that the majority of future endeavors is celebrated in our life-time 
and a joyish occasion of folk's will turn their nose up to a society of "children's submerge with
out clout".
I believe - just in the nick of time, GOD-a soverign creator, he's Alpha & Omega will give 
mankind no concern of their own doing that is interfering and confusing to his selfish ruling. I
just personally believe: "He's God all by himself". And by himself  and the word state's that
he is in every disconcern of what the Germans, the Americans the Polish and the Soviet Un-
ion have to say to scare other's into thinking that the "weapon's of mass-destruction will 
prove power is in their backyard-just because they hold the button??..
I belive in his return, and the concern of modern day brother's and sister's from the east coa
st to the west coast knows that our fore-father's gave their live's to peace, not too freedom,
but that freedom is appreciated more when it is deviated upon bloodless shore's. "Everthing
is going to be alright", earthquake's in haiti and the devastation of youth's killing youths. Our
Nation and all citie's that's responsible for the freedom of all and I believe also for the poor
and less fourtunate that still have to crawl, "let it rain and let it rain day or nite. I believe,
"Everything is going to be Alright".

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Unfettered and Free

Unfettered and Free
Unfettered and free, Seeking my ultimate destiny, Flying through a dark, cobalt blue sky, Like an extra light kite, Effortlessly taking flight, With strong wings, like a sleek bird I soar. Friendly, gentle winds propelling me to greater heights, Up, up, up - High above big, billowy, cotton ball clouds, Higher, higher, higher - Rising into the atmosphere, Gliding through the troposphere, Reaching for the stratosphere, Shooting like Halley’s Comet through the mesosphere, Catapulting into the thermosphere, Then with extraordinary speed, like a rocket I exit the exosphere. Breaking free - Not even gravity has the power to pull me down. No longer a victim of Earth’s self-imposed boundaries, Nothing can stop me now – As a child of the universe, I’m valiantly venturing into the unknown, To the mysterious stars where I belong, To infinity and beyond - Unfettered and free!

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Today's Poem

Today I have a verse;
a feeling; emotions in verse;
a poem for the universe
and harmony it has bred and it breeds.

My sister, a poet, has been hurt
and wounded by racist
poetry members who have unjust
statements in poetrysoup.

Them and us should realize that poetry
is an instrument for peace, not causing differences
in the language of skin color or culture;
we are where we are because of contributions of every race,
in different periods across the sands of time.

Let harmony be our instrument as poets,
to make a better world for our unborn generation.

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One Plus One Equals Three

One man
One woman
One love divine
One heavenly father
One plus one equals three

One man
One woman
One miracle child
One family birthright
One plus one equals three

One man
One woman
One lifelong bond
One promise revealed
One plus one equals three

One man
One woman
One solemn hope
One lifetime covenant
One plus one equals three

One man
One woman
One faithful son
One loving sacrifice
One plus one equals three

One man
One woman
One humanity free
One purpose fulfilled
One plus one equals three

One man
One woman
One glorious day
One kingdom of God
One plus one equals three

© Eugene Harvey

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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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Some of These Men

Some of These Men 
You can’t believe the preparation that takes place they shut down the whole island, closeddown all of the roads for this event.                                                        It’s the same each year.                                                                                                  Men in brightly coloured leather with logos and adverts or just plain clothes          – like a selection of birds strutting their stuff.                                                                     Same for their machines.                                                                                              Crazily coloured dangerously sleek motorcycles, really racing bikes with a lick of paint for the road.                                                                                                          Even in practise some of these men will be killed in accidents of horrendous death and speed, biker loses it, hits the crowd 2 more killed.                                                           What fun though – Isle of Man TT, best in the world.                                                           I want to go with my family! 

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I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return

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THE HAWK I feel so blessed when I see him soar High above in the cloud-filled sky And free I feel so good when I watch him dive And swoop and glide glad to be alive Being Free I feel content he has the space to be What he is a beautiful wild spirit Still free I make a promise and take an oath That I will do all I can to see that he Remains free Beneath feathered breast beats a heart That wants to be no different to me Living free He remains a while hovering high above me Proud, elegant, splendid in his majesty Always free Copywrite DilysBrown/January 2014

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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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New Beginnings

Lost deep within the dark forests of doubt
Searching for the simplicities of a perfected life
Fountain overflowing with the curiosity of my infinite thoughts
The thought of happiness has always eluded me
Troubles of my yesterday burning up in flames.

Drowning in the purity of clear waters
Carried within the tides of new beginnings
The flashbacks from the past are haunting me
Their voices glitter among the city lights
Each word shining brighter than before.

Give me the warmth
The softest touch of love
The comfort of the smiles of a heart that was once broken
The strength of the wings of a bird that has fallen.

Silence broken by the screams that once brought inner peace
Enhance in me the spirit to be ignorant to the cold winter days
The spirit wise enough to see nature’s wonders
Wonders which has been portrayed in its beautiful ways.

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In the darks of yonder Thine eyes like bats Blinded by vanity Vanity of thine fathers Savages we become Deep within thy dungeons Brothers we become Dreams of freedom we see Freedom not of chains down Freedom for respect of lifes Freedom is all we sing Freedom is all we seek In a land strange to ye Animals ye become The whip is thy language Torture thy comrade Death becomes order of the day Sleep is thine mothers.

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I Don't Care

I haven’t seen her face in years;
I don’t care,

Ever growing seldom knowing post psychotic womb dreams
arrive while I’m awake.

Ever present effervescent esoteric moonbeams
shine every time I make,

A laugh erupts atop the stair.
Pink velvet pulse
beyond compare,
dress daylights breath
in cashmere flare
silk smooth.

The smile spreads
throughout the coach.
Weaves blinding threads
to frowning hosts

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Freedom is

Freedom is...

Freedom is a knowledge that defies ignorance
Freedom is a responsible act that leads to understanding
Freedom is a practice that comply with the law of nature
Freedom is an in-discriminative spirit that serves all human beings
Freedom is when we stop questioning the background of the other
Freedom is not a slogan to enchant rather a practice to enhance
Freedom is a true love that under no circumstances betrays
Freedom is a genuine friend when needed most
Freedom is a raged war against poverty, and that of brutal act
Freedom is a throne that is crowned with modesty
Freedom is a child that ever fails to hide a lie
Freedom is the sun that shines our hearts and that moon nourishing our minds
Freedom is the family to all orphans and widows alike
Freedom is unity among all religions and minorities
Freedom is death that resurrect with that of life
Freedom is heaven on earth if ever realized 

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YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders

(2 Cor. 1: 3, 4 / 1 Pet. 5: 7 / Ps. 8: 4)

YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like YOU Wrapped Clouds Around Thunders
& Its Like A Lilting, Life-Lullaby In Whispers
or Like A Light Feeling of Gently Floating On Rivers

And It Feels Like A Comforter - Plush & Soft
Caressing Around Me As YOU Hold Me Aloft
And It Feels Like My Favorite Cuddly Blanket
Tucked 'Round Me Like Guests At A Table's Banquet

And It Feels Like Piled-Cashmere - Padded Covers 
To Keep Out The Cold & Carelessness of Others
It Feels Like My Grandmama's Queen-Size Quilt
... Under Which Many Castles Were Built ...

And I Feel Wrapped & Wanted, Warm & Safe
In The Soothing Circle of YOUR Firm Embrace
And Its Like The Tenderest of Hugs
In The Everlasting Arms of YOUR Fatherly Love

... and YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like  YOU  Wrap The Clouds Around Thunders ...

         Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/28/2013 
                     by:  MoonBee Canady

Yes, This is actually how I felt during the arduous procedure before my
Lumpectomy Surgery & ... after my surgery ... O' Yes, GOD Is Good!


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Cancer Free

You are the cancer in my life
You’ve stab my heart, 
Many times with your sharp knives;
You’ve ruin everything good
That I’ve ever had in my life.
You are like cancer,
You always try to come back again
I let the chemo sink in
Hoping it will make me get better again.
The chemo works for a while,
And than it fades off 
You never stopped;
You’re going to drive me into the ground in the end.
There's much I can do,
To try and get ride of you
But it’s so hard,
Because you stalk me from afar.
Creepily awaiting at the window or the door
Expecting me to come out,
Like I am some kind of whore;
I stared at you,
And said please leave.
This time you listened;
But how long will I be able to be at peace?
I hope that I can finally be cancer free;

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Shine Bright Tonight

another night I run to you
only for a kiss
and within a whisk, 
you're off 
into the land you want to be in 
I have come home 
to see you leave 
and then I'm left 
here daydreaming
when you say you'll come back 
but you never do
until my eyes 
have already turned blue 
until I can no longer want to think 
you'll be back in time 
for you to see
the light on my face 
when you make me smile
someone has been gone 
for quite a while 
and you tell me to wait 
and wait I do 
until I can no longer want 
to wait for you
oh, if I could stay out 
I'd dream all day 
of things I want to do
but work keeps me this way
and you can dream all you want 
because I've given that to you
but now I want my turn
yet I'm still turning blue 
I keep hearing you say 
great things are coming now
but all I see 
is my bank empty
and me, working 
struggling to buy shoes 
when you 
shine with all your gold 
you buy for yourself 
as I resist from buying pants 
I might want but don't need 
you shine some more 
and I become lonely. 
Oh shine bright tonight, 
wherever you are 
I've begun to not care 
how you'll be a star
because I need to let myself go too
and all I see are diamonds 
shining bright on you. 
maybe if I could do what you do 
I'd shine like a star 
I'd shine just like you.

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Oh Freedom! 

your name resonates
across the land and seas
like the sound of a thousand bell
pealing from a distant hill
your echoes reverberate
like thunder crossing the skies
in cries too loud to ignore
in shouts too angry to abate

you are so love and adored
with deep devotion and pride
people venerate your name
giving their lives to honor you

Are you what you are supposed to be?
a gift from God to humanity
to use you as they will and choose
to promote and foster a common good 

You give humanity a decent face
from their failing human tendencies
that is vile and ruthless and full of hate
making this world an unsafe place

Are you fair and just to everyone?
is your name attached to every man?
regardless of status race and creed
will you be honored with the same respect?

If you are only good for my speech
but have no use to my belief and faith
oh freedom I'd  rather not have you in my life
if only half of my rights you meet

My freedom to free speech
is as essential as my freedom of belief
the world needs to understand
that freedom belongs to everyone

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Bird of A Brave Man

Confined in a high concrete fence
A house with the window bars
His brand-new residence
The guard took back the handcuffs!
In this concealed house 
Barely provided the basic utilities 
Surrounded by a pace
Will let him continue the breathing. 

Confined in a high concrete fence
Blocked off from his comrades
Those who have been oppressed 
By the antique monarchy
Those who protested the dictatorship
Called peacefully for justice
And the basic human rights;
Just for a single life time on Earth!

A bird flew by
Then came back to circle in the sky
Like they knew each other for long time
Wanted to boost the unfree friend.
From now on, only the brave’s heart
Could fly over the high fence 
To follow the white dove!

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Eyes closed tight

I’ve walked the roads with eyes closed tight
On summers days and winters nights
Never a car nor a van saw I
Just me, the road and the cloudy sky

My knees were bare and my face was too 
Braced to meet what the weather threw
At my frail form as it made its way
From home to school and back each day

Three miles to school my legs would ply
Bag on my back tear in my eye
From biting wind and driving rain
And ill fitting shoes causing me much pain

In class at last I start to thaw
As the teacher with the chalk did draw
The questions on the board of black
She’d shout at us if we dared to slack

The bell has gone and it’s home time
I run out past the village sign
Turn right and up the old mill path
Which cuts my journey time in half

Past fields where corn and barley grew
Not yet turning their golden hue
But standing now quite strong and tall
Hiding the Corncrake, but not her call

For years my legs would carry me
From breakfast plate to Geography
From Latin to the river Bann
Then up the hill to home I ran

How lucky I was I realise now
To see the birds the sheep the cow
And share with them the air and rain
Such freedom will we ever see again

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Trapped In Me

Undone serenity, free floating mind set,
haltered butterfly wings, grounded pilot when wet,
fresh breathing of starlight, smoke choked to cease,
stress trapped a tight chest, confusion increased.

Disappearing time of ease, undone sanity,
no happy days of madness, I hide inside me,
breaking bars of true self cage, trapped within myself,
walking without wondering where, to fly such untold wealth.

Ancestoral secret sword we carry, we know swords secret name,
to us at birth it's forged, for life then on we married,
kept until the day's we chained, freedoms safety carried,
ropes turn to ash, box turn to dust, the chains with will we slash,
their steely links to rust.

Tangible souls light sword in hand, great thought flowing free,
wings unfurling shake off synapse sand, soaring now at ease o'er moonlit fields and trees,
rest in branches, silver white oak, the unbound gathered all at once spoke,
their past bonds they did confess, laughing forest night of happiness.

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What exactly is it?
Is it covering yourself up like a nun?
It is being confident
It is being strong
It is being SEXY!
It is showing the world
That you are beautiful
It is putting on your best dress
Standing in the mirror
Twirling around in circles
And saying "Damn I look good!"
But then you are met by a chorus of evil words
Do you think of anyone but yourself?
Why is this?
If we think we look good we are called names
We are met with the same 
If we find ourselves ugly
Attention whore
Stop complaining!
We can't love ourselves 
But we also can't complain
We must stay quiet
Hush, hush, hush
Silence our bodies 
And numb the heart
Teach our backs to take each bite of the whip as a blessing
Each lash cutting deeper and deeper
Until our bones become raw and exposed
Until we no longer feel pain
We are stone
We do not cry 
We never scream
Because we've stitched together our lips
In fear of saying something offensive
Because even though we stuff our ears with cotton
To soften the blow of the sticks
That beat on our eardrums
We still can't handle it
We shrink into dark corners 
Placing our heads between our knees 
Telling ourselves
Breathe, breathe, breathe!
But our lungs have been replaced with gills
Like a fish out of water
We flop around until we are still
Like statues
Cold, hard, dead
But what kind of life is that?
What kind of life is it to be shoved into that box
That box of conformity
That box telling you to love yourself but not too much 
Because then your suddenly better than others
Your head is held just a little bit higher
You stride just a little bit longer
Our voices are just a little bit louder
Than those that try to bring us down
But that's the way it should be
Do not confuse confidence with arrogance
Do not confuse happiness with pride
Do not rob me of the right to love myself
No matter if my stomach make a good pillow to rest your weary head on
Or my thighs touch in the middle
And if the opposite is true still let me love myself
Because that is all you have
I don't mean your body 
Because when our times come
That is broken too
I am talking about your mind
Your heart
Your eyes and how they twinkle when in love
Your smile and how it spreads happiness to everyone you see
This is true modesty
Total abandon
Some people call it reckless
But I call it beautiful
Being honest with yourself while shutting out the lies
It what real modesty is all about!

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The Crow

If you love me,
Don't set me free.
Grip me.Bond me.
Chain me!
That I may not
Fly Away.

For if you'll
Let me:

I'll never
Come back.

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satan the accuser

Once I dreamt upon a room.
With me and Satan and GOD
I stood before an alter bare
And Satan started to glare.

I am Satan the accuser, the father of all lies.
You stand condemned before me for all your sinful past.
You’ve listened to my thoughts and lies
You’ve gone the way I’ve told you too
So now its time for you to die

I am God her Lord and Savior
And there stands my precious child
I’VE loved her and lead her and now she is mine
So now it is time for her to live.

In a flash of light and a trumpet call
Gods son appeared on the alter bare
I saw the wounds of sacrifice
And I knew I’d been redeemed.

There lies before you my precious child
who I sent to set the captives free
her sin and shame is washed away
And because of my son she is truly free

Satan couldn’t stand before the truth
So he left with nothing to say
My father embraced me and gave me his peace
And lead me back to my room

That night I slept such a peaceful sleep 
And when I woke in the morning light
I knew his love I knew his peace.
And laid my life down at his feet

The father loved us with a love so strong
That Jesus died, a sacrifice for me
He gave his life so freely for us
Now what can we do for him

He is Christ the over comer and in him we can live
Through trials and pressure joys and woes
And spend an eternity praising him
If we kneel and give him our lives 

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Let Freedom Ring

-Another collab with Justin Connor-

The long struggle is over We fought hard, And now we have brought the birth of a new nation Where freedom reigns and lifts our spirits high We have shown the world That we do not need to be ruled by a tyrant far away That it is possible to be free from tyranny That we can successfully fight away a most powerful country Free from monarchal upheaval And greedy hearts of powerful men To branch off on our own To establish our own government A united nation! Strictly representing the people Not even the large debts from the war Can destroy our new, unified spirit Nothing can destroy the ensuring joy Of being alive and free Always standing Democracy is part of our life Freedom reigns! Because we have fought and died on this land, We have earned the right to be free And our brothers who have perished in honor for this blessing, Who have fought with all of their might till death, Our most brave brothers, Will be looking down on us with pride And stories of peace and freedom shall ease the minds of the injured Our stories will last for generations to come Many shall write books of our courage And poetry about our enduring freedom Our independence has been achieved We are the land of the free And the home of the brave!

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Today you may win, but tonight you shall lose.
 In words of a great man, 
“The over bearings of a sustainable society will eventually collapse by the efforts of the very people it has sworn power over.” 

So beware; the tides are shifting as the night arises, the rains will fall, and the winds howl their lonesome tunes. 
The sun shall shine only once the bonds of your evil embodiment break.
 Until then, 
however barren the future may seem, 
hope shall break through all. For that is our purpose; hope. 

Hope that we are not ruled by one man or woman. 
Not ruled by petty restrictions or ignorant policies. 
Not governed in every single way in the vain confidence that we can be tamed… 							
- You blind yourselves with the Impossible.

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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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Throw the Blame on Me

Giving in to the silence one last time,
Everyone needs encouragement once in a while
Some need it everyday
For God’s sake, hear me out during this time of suffering
You're different from everyone else
It's not your fault x2
It's okay to be unique as long as you get along with your friends and enemies
Don't you feel comfortable with your group of friends?
You don't have to run away from the truth... 
Unless your bound to hear those heartless, malicious lies

Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me? 
Why don’t you
Unchain me free? Can you do that for me?
Can you do that to earn 
A ticket to freedom?
Can you heal this burn
That makes me feel numb and dumb?
Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me?
If it makes you feel better,
You can go ahead and ignore my plea
Throw the blame on me x3
Throw the b-blame on m-me

I’m the only one, feeling down in the gutters
I sponge in everyone’s emotions and it crashes into me
It seeps through me like the cool atmosphere
Sending me shivers down my spine, giving me mere fear
I don't know what you're thinking or making up in your silly, little mind
Are you planning on doing revenge? 

Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me? 
Why don’t you
Unchain me free? Can you do that for me?
Can you do that to earn 
A ticket to freedom?
Can you heal this burn
That makes me feel numb and dumb?
Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me?
If it makes you feel better,
You can go ahead and ignore my plea
Throw the blame on me x3
Throw the b-blame on m-me
Throw the blame on others, but YOU are not innocent 
If only you'd repent... Now you're faith is put on sale
Blame it on me, you pathetic jerkasaurus! I sting like a sinister serpent 
You're the "hero that won everone's heart" - you're a flippin' fail!!

I see that you're cornered by anger
I saw you almost falling off the edge
I smell your fury like a wildfire !! !!
But, I know that I might bring you some light...when the day embraces the night
You're that's no never leave my sight
You never leave my sight
You are cotton candy, melting in my mouth with utter delight 
Why do I have to wave goodbye to our love when it's just the beginning? 
Maybe our time is tight! Alright...
Everything's black and white now! 
Give me your full attention somehow!

Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me? 
Why don’t you
Unchain me free? Can you do that for me?
Can you do that to earn 
A ticket to freedom?
Can you heal this burn
That makes me feel numb and dumb?
Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me?
If it makes you feel better,
You can go ahead and ignore my plea
Throw the blame on me 
Do you have proof, you act like a stubborn fool that used the wrong tool 
Why are you so extremely... Cruel??
You aren't cool - you're fire from hell
Where does your heart dwell? You make my heart go pell-mell!! 
Don't even try to put all the b-blame on m-me
You nearly killed me with your malicious envy!! 

Why did everything result in my breaking point?
My fragile, yet sturdy bones are out of joint 
I wanna share with you my divine flight
Reach for the sunlit sky with the peace-abiding angels
Fly like a herd of elegant birds
Hear me out - I can't meet to your high standards 

Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me? 
Why don’t you
Unchain me free? Can you do that for me?
Can you do that to earn 
A ticket to freedom?
Can you heal this burn
That makes me feel numb and dumb?
Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me?
If it makes you feel better,
You can go ahead and ignore my plea
Throw the blame on me x3
Throw the b-blame on m-me

This hardhearted love never warmed me up in the first place
I never want to see your face in the streets again…

Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me? 
Why don’t you
Unchain me free? Can you do that for me?
Can you do that to earn 
A ticket to freedom?
Can you heal this burn
That makes me feel numb and dumb?
Why don’t you
Throw the blame on me?
If it makes you feel better,
You can go ahead and ignore my plea
Throw the blame on me x3
Throw the b-blame on m-me
If it makes you feel better,
You can walk away from my sight and leave me be
I'll never look back at your shadows... Reflections
Why do I feel like you abandon me like a long, lost puppy - I hate having to deal with rejections
I've been handed the wrong directions

I never want to see your face in the streets again…

You left me without a trace
You left me alone in an empty room all day and you didn't have any pity of my soul - sorry to be blunt, but it's the bothering truth you must learn to accept - you must pay the price
You never gave me a piece of your grace
If it makes you feel better,
You can go ahead and ignore my plea
Though my heart would give in to the gloom of today and you didn't even bother to actually take my little advice and I'm, once again, your living sacrifice
Break the silence and greet me with a promising smile

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Bruised Apple

I will endure my peer with all of my being I will finish with a smile of encouragement I will look upon him without shame For a bruised apple still contains nutrients And owns a core of growth Let no one leave him rotting He must fall and be picked up Cradled in soft, warm embrace September 4, 2013

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white rabbit

follow the white light
they lie
there's no train at the end
there's no death at the end
at the end of the white light there's a fission
which gives you the rainbows
and at the end of the rainbow...
wait! there's no end.
on the top of the rainbow
there's a white rabbit

don't jump of the rainbow with it
don't let him eat the carrot stripe
don't get excited it's so vivid
don't look in its crazy shiny eyes

first dance with the rabbit
and then
make him 

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ACQUITTAL justification resides within the mind of God human limitations overwhelming they defraud spiritual anxiety restricting earnest belief genuine salvation not completely implicit compromising purity attempting to achieve good intentions strive for others needs proven innocent without requiring law faith restored justified in His love validation profound acceptance of our gift salvation anxiety perfected in His peace © August 2013—Kim van Breda

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Peace Should Come Easy

                                  A world full of violence is no world at all,
                                               rather a planet of hatred.
                                 Each and every person is seemingly small,  
                                  but one choice could do so much damage.

                                        Guns are pulled before thoughts, 
                                         excuses are made for the crimes.
                                          Late bar fights in parking lots,
                                          mostly for their entertainment.

                                             What happened to when 
                                                our country was ours
                                          and we didn't have to send
                                             out troops to protect it?

                                          What happened to the time
                                                  to get on a plane
                                           you walked through a line
                                         and belongings were private?
                                      The world would be a better place
                                        if people could just get along.
                                        I hope someone's able to erase
                                          all of this unnecessary chaos.

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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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Am a silly old tree

Have leaves that remain still;
   Give shade to all, with good will;
Of ego, am free
   Am a silly old tree.

A vehicle comes near;
  His pall of smoke I do fear;   
Need to give more oxygen;
  In turn for a little pollution!
Of ego, am free
  Am a silly old tree. 

A weary traveler comes, with hunger in pursuit
  And gladly picks up a juicy fruit
Does the name of Isaac Newton ring a bell?
  His wisdom spoke, because my fruit fell?
Of ego, am free
  Am a silly old tree.

Use my leaves for house
  Tap my bark for some gum;
Am here to serve you
  In all this world's humdrum
Of ego, am free
  Am a silly old tree.

Nay, my friend shed no tear;
  On the morrow, the woodcutter comes near;
Will give him my best shade;
  Even though he will use the blade;
Of ego, am free
  Am a silly old tree.

With many a blow of his mighty axe clear;
  Now will become firewood for his dear;
Of ego, am free
  Am a silly old tree.

A sincere request from the tree;
  Plant me and be ego free;
Of ego, am free
  Am a silly old tree. 

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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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Oh thou, am I colorless?

Oh thou, am I colorless?
The world is lit.
The light does shine.
As  with my ancestors, freedom shall ring and freedom shall be mine.
The light has burned as a message throughout time.
The light is love and the love so does and so will continue to shine.
The light comprises more than we see with our own eyes.
One must learn with the mind.
Theoretically and scientifically my skin absorbs the light, in practicality, I am colorless?
, but some judge me by the color scale they have came to know.  
How pure is your heart?   Is it gold? 
The whole can be seen as white or light, it too can be colorless. Can two be the same as one? 
Oh thou, where does logic go?
 Those whom seek the understanding of light, seeks the truth for so it holds.
It hasn't changed from centuries ago.  Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
 Let there be no mystery about the light for the day of darkness is when it's extinct.  
The light can and will be seen, for it reaches from shore to shore , from coast to coast,  the light maybe seen from underneath  the heaviest doors,  my light ----- yes,  my light--- is like my  soul.
All are parts of the whole?, Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato? 
If a circle ends were it begins then what of “Alpha and Omega”? Oh thou, their work remains--- Aristotle, Socrates and Plato. Who are the "Great Thinkers and Philosphers" of today?
2008copyright@Carrie Love-Atkins

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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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infinitesimal beauty

The veil is rising 

Easing off 
my fear strained face,
it catches 
on crystalized tears,
pulling away 
I bath in liberty

The first airless void
stills all movement,
abandon was never 
nameless, faceless 

No longer condemned 
sliding towards the light,
I take in my first breath 
free of regret and torment 

In the ensuing minutes
infinitesimal beauty
takes my breath again 
as I exhale my first sigh...

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The yellow lines just inches away, 
I collapse right before it, deep into insanity.
Not knowing how or when I’ll wake up from the death-inducing coma.
Shackles on my ankles, bounding me to the cement jail of choices.

“Freedom! ” I cry, 
Not knowing I have limited time to be granted that demand.
Realizing I've forgotten the roots of life.

“Freedom! ” I cry once again being tortured by the demons eating at my soul.
Ten minutes left, until death has won me over.

“Freedom! ” Reaching for the only thing in sight, the book given to me years ago.

“Freedom! ” Five minutes until disappearance into the soul dimension.
The crinkled pages sputter dust while being opened.
The old book full of odd adventures, true adventures nevertheless.
Water-stained pages full of life, 
Waiting to be taken of their oxygen.

I flip through it one last time, 
Hoping to save the lost cause that is I.

“Freedom! ” I whisper.
The time is nigh.

The end of its usage is almost through, one last time before its entirety will be thrown down.
From “In the beginning”, down to the giving of Grace, the book’s life is over.
As if it goes with me.

“Freedom! ” I scream out in joy.
Looking above in the bright light, 
Grasping at the yellow line, 
The finish line, 
Where Heaven meets Earth.

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Facing the Future

When that time comes 
I’ll be ready
ready to take on 
all my responsibilities’
ready to take on 
life throwing everything 
that defines me 
but  for now just now 
won’t you please 
let me be me 
we sit down 
hoping and wondering 
what will happen next
 Slowly being crushed
 by the pressure of 
 reality but the truth is 
we’re just ordinary people 
we don’t know which way to go
-john legend-
Yet we move forward
knowing that things 
can only get better

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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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Patradoot or The Messenger 2nd of Many

Patradoot or The Messenger  2/Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late 
father Dr. Amar Nath Kaporr around 1932

English version 

Being a prisoner I can bring my beloved,
In my mind through meditation only,
Due to separation from my beloved,  I can sing 
My expressions coming out from my heart,
Before you only, my dear letter.


Kanpur India  10th May 2010		to continue in 03/Many
Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor

Background of this Epic 

The Patradoot was written originally by my late father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India became free in 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman & 
Gandhi’s non-violent soldier. For many times he was 
imprisoned for many months and sometime, even for more 
than a year. He dedicated the entire writing work to his 
dear wife, my late mother, who was also a co-partner with 
him in the freedom struggle in creating mass awareness. 

During one such imprisonment at Faizabad jail, he wrote 
this epic and sent it to my mother secretly as a gift for her 
and to get it printed & circulated among the masses to 
create awareness for India’s freedom. The book was 
printed by my mother in Hindi and some of this epic were 
circulated also, but the British confiscated the book and the
press of my father around 1933. I was born in 1950 in a free 
India. I am trying to bring this great writing of my father in 
English which portrays more than the translation of the epic, 
so the world may come to know about this otherwise lost 
and forgotten great great writing and the sacrifices of my 
parents towards India’s freedom struggle.

Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947 
and devoted rest of his life in writing easy mass literature 
and wrote many Dramas, Poetry books, epics etc. All his 
other literary works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class works could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.


Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.

Bundi Buna Huaa Mai Kewal,

Dhayan Magna Ho Ja Ta Hun,

Priya Viyog Ke Madhur Gan Ko,

Tere Sunmukh Gata Hun.

By Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
Freedom Fighter and writer, Poet & Dramatist
He mainly wrote all his other works between 1950 -1990

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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.

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I Want to Be Me

You want me to be an artist,
like Da Vinci;
You want me to be a moon walker,
like Michael Jackson;
You want me to be fearless
like Alexander the Great;
You want me to be musical
like Bach.....

You have never asked me to be me;
thinking and doing things as I desire.

You have never wanted to read
my poems, even a single stanza.....

It was hard and impossible for you
to become what your parents wanted
you to be.

Therefore, let me be more like me,
and be less like you,
living my life like ''me".

Inspired by: words of wisdom verse 1

(It inspired me to express how people want you to be what they want you to be, without considering your choices or dreams. I f people accept other people's way of living, we will have a peaceful world of diversity.)

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i am happy

i am Happy

I have found an improbable girl
not an impossible girl.
I am happy.
Because, in any other likeness
she is still she,
In any other likeness to me.
No matter the time
No matter the day.
the impossible cause 
has found an improbable man
to find another 
like me again, 
would be like me
Highly impossible, but
highly likely.
to find myself looking
would be to find her looking,
The impossible lady and her impossible man

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Red Rage

The recess's of my mind, 
are a mystery to me.
step into the wake of my mind.

I shall make you quake.

I do not control thee.
The fear I can create is untold.
Rage I can not hold.
I am on overload.
I know not what I do!

Uncontrolled .
Free to spew.
Unrelenting in my unwavering rage.
Rampant in my mind.

Red rage living in a cage.
The beast of me,
Is thee hell of my being.

Anger was what I was feeling

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Jesus will mend you

Jesus will mend your broken heart
Jesus will heal every broken part
Jesus went to Calvary
So he could take the pain away

The pain you feel as you lay to sleep
Jesus wants you his peace to keep
He wants to take the pain away
He wants to take away the pain

He wants to make you whole again 
And so eternal life to gain
So come and give your life to him
And let him take away your sin 

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Garden of Enlightenment

it itches
it burns
it makes me yearn
for things i seem so unsure of
yet sure they are for me
how confusing and revolting that must be?
a lady who just cant make up her mind
on what she wants to be!

Perhaps a dancer, a singer, a animal lover and trainer or even engineer
idk, the path just doesn't seem very clear.
And with all that inspiration floating in the air
its pretty hard to put a finger
on what exactly is my passion
but i know it's around here somewhere

I suppose i could be an artist
an artist of spiritual awakening
an artist of the soul in the making
an artist who holds creativity and inspiration in much regard
an artist who is grateful that she might have just found the spark!

spark of passion
spark of joy and fulfillment
spark that embeds in daily environment
pleasant surprise
presents itself as the garden of enlightenment

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Just as if I'd

rocking the boat                                                                                                -    Hey Hey what are you doing                                                                                            There is a snake

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America, you are bipolar

America, you are bipolar

Mother of invention and murder

Father of civil rights and lynching

Your children listen to hip hop and death metal

b-boys and skinheads

America you are bipolar

the biggest gay rights champions and the most hateful psycho-bigots

America, what are you?

the greatest artists and heinous murderers

America, when can we find a treatment for you that will finally

stabilize you?

the world is waiting for your treatment regimen, America.

on that glorious day when we can finally call the world


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My plea

With every twist and turn I go so far...
I am tangled in this web of fright...
Is this for my might?

My one and only plea...
Can't you see is to fight...

Not with fists raised high or slander...but with words and candor...

My one and only plea...can't you see is to fight...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor

If there wicked hands will ever catch you,

Your body will be mutilated in pieces,

And then, you would never be able to see,

My beloved to convey my message, dear letter.


Kanpur India. 13th May 2010                           to continue in 6

Background of this Epic 

The Patradoot was written originally by my late father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India became free in 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman & 
Gandhi’s non-violent soldier. For many times he was 
imprisoned for many months and sometime, even for more 
than a year. He dedicated the entire writing work to his 
dear wife, my late mother, who was also a co-partner with 
him in the freedom struggle in creating mass awareness. 

During one such imprisonment at Faizabad jail, he wrote 
this epic and sent it to my mother secretly as a gift for her 
and to get it printed & circulated among the masses to 
create awareness for India’s freedom. The book was 
printed by my mother in Hindi and some of this epic were 
circulated also, but the British confiscated the book and the
press of my father around 1933. I was born in 1950 in a free 
India. I am trying to bring this great writing of my father in 
English which portrays more than the translation of the epic, 
so the world may come to know about this otherwise lost 
and forgotten great great writing and the sacrifices of my 
patents towards India’s freedom struggle.

Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947 
and devoted rest of his life in writing easy mass literature 
and wrote many Dramas, Poetry books, epics etc. All his 
other literary works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class works could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.


Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.

Kutil   Kuron   Me  Pur   Kur   Unke,

Aunga  Bhunga  Ho  Jayega,

Purna Roop  Se Priya   Darshan  Ko,

Phir  Tu   Kabhi  Na  Payega.

Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

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Invisible ailment

I despise you every day  
Pills needed to make pain go away
Tried so many to help me through
A pain free day, impossible that's true.

Patches,nerve blocks,try Botox
Acupressure, acupuncture, re-adjust
Ice and heat, new pills this week
Go down on one, go up, don't peak.

Withdrawals from one, effects from another
Lost another week, I want my mother,
Comfort, understanding someone to care
Lost so many, no comfort there. 

Dependance is not addiction
Explaining those differences causes friction
Making others understand
I need support, just lend a hand.

Living each day in chronic pain
Is no life, at times insane.
I wish one pill will end this drama
That all began from surgical trauma. 

Lowered, changed, done what I should
Educated myself learned everything I could
To find what helps relieve my pain
Because I want to live again

Living a life in chronic pain
Hell on earth minus flame
Having a problem invisible to see
Causes judgement, scorn, jealousy

People think it a sham
Never try to understand
Can't understand when not in sight
Explaining illness is my plight. 

What I would give to live pain free
No need of medicines to carry me
Miracles happen I'm told its true
If selfish oh well, My life, not you. 

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Where Purple Lupine Grow

An eagle blazes gold upon the crest of day
A hoisted flag whips in the brushing of the wind
These are the symbols whose wings are flown for me
Whose rapturous silent song of antheming
Reminds me of the price that has been paid
For me to walk the independence trail so paved
With youth and strength, so grappled and pursued
Not fearless, yet courageous endurance again renewed
With blood and tears, while a mother's heart turned cold
Let me not forget the tragic stories told
Of history and it's repetition endlessly unfolding
Out of the cleansing night of stars and tides
Here on the shores where freedom never dies
There is some other corner far upon a foreign field
Where lives were lost, a ravaged earth, now purple lupine yield
Let me not forget the price of those who gave their all
In that rich earth a richer dust conceals
How dear the cost for me to walk so free
My peace of mind so blessed by freedom's breeze
Where I walk head held high and all the while I know
That souls were lost for me, where last bells were tolled
Where quiet shadows fall, and solemn thoughts recalled, where purple lupine grows

For Dane Anne's Liberty and Freedom contest

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Psychic Eye

Spirit ascending beyond physicality
Stepping through the shadow of light
Bringing to the surface what fades with age

Step through the shadow
Open the third eye
Stare into the future
Stare at the mirror as you die

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Lives to Live

We have dreams to fulfill.
We have goals to achieve.
We have hearts to inspire.
We have love to give.
We have faith to teach.
We have hope to send.
We have strength to create.
We have bravery to find.
We have positivity to shine.
We have courage to build.
We have stories to tell.
We have hands to hold.
We have lives to live.
All in Your Heavenly name,
We pray,

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American Air

The needs and wants that freedom flaunts so worth the heavy penny for all the cost of each battle lost reminds me of the horn of plenty in which the air of our fathers fair was one of giving and sharing now all I see are broken tendencies in a society running low on the caring I feel you there, American air with your promise of tomorrow’s greatness you an asylum for dreams brining such finer things that your vast pools of knowledge awakens To touch and feel, a feeling so real as the image burnt into my mind you open your mouth words fail to come out when your lost, jailed and confined Can you remember, the cold of September when hate flew straight into our towers? they could not break the strong will and fate once freedom spread it’s wings of power The roar of the lion the grace of the eagle never gave way to the corrupting evil no, taller we stood as the way people should ever put to the test and the love that we share through our American air why settle, when soaring at our best.

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They always say you can't be beautiful
Without being skinny as a stick
But damn it society I want to be seen and I want to be...
beautiful in my own way
Before the blood drips on the floor
from the scratches in my arm
from the pain inside my heart
don't you understand

You're making this too hard on us
us girls with a little extra weight
us girls with bumps on our face
just shut up I'm sick and tired of this
This shouldn't have to be my fate

I don't want to die to be seen and heard
to be recognized as someone beautiful...
But isn't that the only way?
When a society you thought you knew is telling you that you can't be beautiful
without having to fit some social standard
that's bull*****don't you understand
That's why so many teenagers are dying every day 

I want to be pretty 
without having to change
is that too much to ask

I want to be loved 
without having to change who I am! 
By a girl instead of a man
Let me live my own life
stop telling me that I can't! 

Society you're killing us all
making us take our life because you all can't understand
that being who you are is what makes you beautiful

But we have to take a knife to our throat
to make you all see
the beauty inside of us
Can't you let us be. 

I want to be beautiful...
but I just don't know how
when everyone around me 
is telling me how to live 

Make this stop
This pain and suffering

Let us all be equal
A whole 
No more hurt
no more sorrow
no more suicide

Just make it stop...

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I hold my pen
and think of what to write.
Bound with time, enslaved by the past.
A many mirthless pauses 
     and a single melancholic thought 
would never arrive at a story of reality sought.
I wonder if my imagination works well
for people whose brains can foretell
the imagery of words and mystery of punctuations;
as between the lines the words seem not an equation.
But, beyond the obvious, 
       I search for more
            to fill in the gaps 
                 my memory encore.
Telling and retelling of the past
       I beseech a tedious fast.
Amazed how our memories enslave us 
       or free 
Free them! On the paper they find 
                                              a respite 
at the command of mighty pen.
And so, I struggle to write the past,
Hoping I'll find a rest at last!

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World We Live In

I sit in the classroom
Start of a brand new year
I am really nervous
New students, surround me
They come from diverse cultures & backgrounds
None that I am familiar with
It’s like God gathered the whole world 
And placed us together
In one, tiny classroom

I admire the beauty of their different coloured skins
It’s like gazing at a mesmerising masterpiece
Neither human nor artist can replicate that kind of beauty and colour
God’s colour palette, extraordinarily vast!
I love the way their eyes stand out
Beautifully matching, their shade of skin tone
Warm and welcoming eyes
White, shiny teeth
Hearty laughs
Everyone’s so friendly!

Going about my school work
I listen to them talk
Talking in their native tongues
The rhythm and tones of the sounds, so fluid
I noticed they think before they speak
Where most people I mix with ‘blurt’ stuff out
I love the way they pronounce things in English
Faces full of expression, lots of hand gestures
Wanting to be understood, validated

I like the clothes the cultural people wear
Bold and bright colours 
Shiny, printed and patterned fabrics
Where I choose to wear black, most days than not
I turn my attention 
To the others in the room
They are dribbling on about nothing
Nothing, worth listening to!

Drawn back to the cultural people 
I notice some come across as sad, scared or timid
Often too shy, to speak up
To say what their thoughts or opinions are
I wonder if each knows how beautiful they truly are
I can’t wait to learn from all these new people
I am blessed to be surrounded by so many races and nationalities
What an amazing, wonder-filled world 
We ‘all’ are privileged, to live in!

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Garden of Angels

A smile was what I got from you,
when you looked at me.
I cared for you each and every day,
and your bright eyes set me free.
Your laughter filled my entire house, 
and filled my heart with song;
then one morning, without warning, 
your tiny life was gone.

You'd become another angel,
in the choir of heavenly care,
and I am sure you played all day,
with your family way up there.
I missed you down on Earth,
but I hope one day to be,
a part of the Garden of Angels,
and in your company.

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she sat beside me and screamed like a wounded wolf 
I was mesmerized and shaking with fear
couldn't utter no word but to gaze at her face
her eyes were green and crimson and tired
sleep little girl sleep and put a blanket on your eyes
put a blanket on your soul
she said not now, I shall howl till morning and then die
I held her tight and kissed her eyes 
the crimson melted in my lips
I held her tight and begged her: sleep
what if this world splits in half and leaves us moaning and howling
between these hunger and these lies?
the night was dark among the trees and we howled alongside with the poisoned breeze 
how I hoped for a sign of sun
a sign of light 
the night touched us and engulfed us 
we plunged inside the heart of night
the wounded wolves stand and rise 
ferocious fight
the wounds wont heal, the blood will drop
but the fights and howls never will stop

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Availing Number 21

Late at night and you don't care
You don't regret. Regret is not part of your shortcomings. 
Not yesterday not in this one moment alone.
A lifetime separated. Taken out of concept. 
I don't remember where and I don't remember when but you thought about me then. 
Not now, no longer now. 
You share no given principle, however you are attached to one forbidden rule. 
Steadily sinking into a constant state of vacuity. 
Thoughts buried deep down, kicking and screaming to be heard.
Desolated by you, I trusted you.
Impatiently growing blind to your charm. 
Self worth is somewhat lacking within your vulnerably shell
You disposed of me so frivolously. 
So free and willing. 

Copyright © Christina Clark

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Look Ye And See

O ye heavens
From thy dwelling
of no time 
The reside of the eterne
Where beings of beauty
and the good abode
Look and see
Below where streams
Flow tears 
and seas are crimson 

See our fathers taken 
Where fists are clinched 
with hate,
hearts weeping not
love deceased 
life having no forgiveness of 
the brawling of brothers

See our mothers sorrowed
with loneliness 
Weeping the son 
slaved to exist
Whilst they sit crowned 
on a scarlet coloured beast
holding a bow, 
hiding the arrow
Conquering and to conquer 
with deceit

See the land we plough
dry and barren
Giving birth to thorns 
and thistles of injustice
And conned democracy 
silencing freedom of our 
Denying children to eat 
of their father's struggles 
While they drink of our sweat
milk and honey 

See our streams 
in turbulence
flow tears of anguish 
Cried in silence of heart
betrayed by the ballot
Made captive 
by the hand 
that promised to feed
Peace in freedom of unity

See our dreams
In the thickest of darkness
haunted by nightmares
Of doom
Failing young hearts
Wandering empty streets
barefooted blistered
fighting handicapped
to exist while
Subdued by fear,
The sting of dictatorship

See tomorrow
of a generation I beget,
Poverty laden streets
rotten of incurable diseases
Bullets and bombs
for their pride and grandeur
Sucking innocent blood
strength of their existence
Till all that's left
Is tears we cry.

'See O thee that illuminates,
Take to remembrance 
evils of our elders
and shut thy moon 
her light before them
shine not stars
in darkness 
they seek friendship
Let tears of the sun flood their 
and erode their bridge walls
turning the hearts of their 
against desires they hold
making their household
a desolate plain'

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Westernizing Muhamad al-Abassi

    Westernizing Muhamad al-Abassi
She spread through our minds
In the chaos of Cairo backstreets.
And on this day
Oh how we loved that girl.
and we stopped our red Vespas at the red light
for her to cross.

We knew who she is,
In her tight jean cutoffs, 
Western Wear designer jeans,
designed to change the world.
and her near waist yellow T
revealing all of the woman she had become.

And we knew we would see her again and again and again.
But we got her Message
and it is Holy.

All we could do is watch her 

She knew.
But did she ever know we had our eyes on her.
When she reached the curb, she paused,
and she threw us a backward, over the shoulder smile.
Yes, she knew the revolution was overdue.

And suddenly you realized,
the virgins in Paradise would have to wait.
Frantically, hopefully, willingly,
you rejected all of the brainwashing
you had been going through for years,
and you looked for a trash depositry
to drop your back pack in.
You did not pull the pin.

And praise Allah, I did not have to take you down.

Ridden of your monstrously heavy load on your back,
you turned,
and she was gone.
I told you so.
Your girls are so beautiful
sans an abaya.

Suddenly your revolution was ended.
By only her smile.

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Give me liberty, or please give me death.
Give me words that give me wealth,
Giving me a way to express myself.
When the way of the word is all that is left,
Give me a way to vent,
So that I can remain in good health.
Give me a peaceful way, with others, to compete.
Give me a way to come greet
Others who want to bring some heat,
Using their words to accomplish something neat,
Using their syllabols to create some beats.
Give us a table, where we can take some seats,
To come and eat, like brothers and sisters who complete
That family tree of writing rhymes,
Writing words so sublime.
But not for a dime,
Just free with their time,
Sharing words that are prime,
Like a group of partners in crime.
A crime against those who impose their will.
A crime against those whose prose
Try to oppose our skill.
All of our spirits they are trying to kill.
They want us to swallow their pill,
Cuz' they hate the words that we use to thrill.
Words that they are too full of themselves to feel.
Because, to them,
It is a crime
To be free to create.
They are the closed minded,
Who only see hate.
They are free to see bait,
As they try to decide all of our fates.
But, they are far too late,
Because we are already free to be great.
So, when I become King,
Do not throw words at my throne.
Just leave me alone!
My talent is already known!
Has already been shown!
Please don't make me change my tone,
Because when it is all said and done,
I will not throw you a bone.
I'll just throw you a slam in sonnet form.
Make you squeamish
With an Italian or an English storm.
Because for me,
This is just the norm,
And when I am done,
You will never leave your dorm.
Just try to take my words from me, and give me you chains!
Prove to me that your brain has truly gone insane!
Prove that, from my pain, you have something to gain!
I will endure the doom and gloomy clouds of the vain!
And at the end of the rain, I will still remain!
Before I go,
Let me till you one thing.
I consider myself
Already the KING.
So, when it comes to "THESE" words,
The KING will sing,
And when it comes to "THESE" words,
The KING will sing,

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the true American dream

I just want to be able to write to you

and tell you

I love you

I want to be able to tell you

that I want a better world

I want to be able to tell you 

I don't want more than I need

I just want enough to live a decent life

so that I may be of service to my fellow man.

That's what I am telling you

from the depths of my American soul

That is the American dream

and that is the human dream

and that is the dream the true heroes of my country

intended for the world.

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On Solid and Liquid Grounds

       On Solid and Liquid Grounds
            By: Earl Schumacker

Strong winds comb the ocean curve
White threads of mist lift away
Our hearty crew sets out
To find a way off 
Solid land and sand abandoned
We bob atop the vast consuming sea
On collapsing dawn and day
A taste of salt
A rise of heights
And crying blinding spray
Moved by rogue waves 
Churns and takes us where they will
Falls like iron buildings dispersing beneath a solid liquid world 
As monumental weights about us
Removed from boundaries observable
Departures have their ways as fortunes change
Elements of cause displaced with waves
Back to the body of water and related wilds proper
Melds there…. formless…. yet filling in an empty need to remain full
A landless majesty locked in an embrace stays
We struggle 
But turned around by forces not our own
Fear grew on us like mold 
Rusting our souls in place
Gills and fish splash back our sinking expectations
Told us of their truth
Not ours
We must depart
Their world for ours
Something solid but no less moving

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I roll upon the wet ground
Wallowing in the mud
Painted in brown
Every part of me covered
Except two blue eyes

Adult child
Connected to my wild
I throw the mud in the air
I am here no longer there
I'm dancing
In my underwear 

I don't care
What others think
I allow my pores to drink
Into the Earth I sink
As I emerge
I am reborn
Calming of
Internal storm

You look at me
What do you see
Am I out of my mind
Have I come unglued
Do I confuse you

Come here with me
I feel so free
Take my hand
Embrace this man
Come wallow 
Play with me
Feel what it is
To be free
Connected to the Earth
Let me witness
Your rebirth

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They put their lives on the line
because they choose to
so they can protect us
and so we can be free
their sacrifice
is why our eagle soars
is why we say the pledge
is why we have
the RED
and the BLUE
they were away from their families
loved ones
warm meals
yet, they never gave up
they stood tall and strong
and risked everything
for us
for our country
for our freedom
thank a soldier 
let them know that they are appreciated
for their bravery and service.

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A Prayer For Healing

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

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I had tried to tell them 
with the tip of my mighty pen 
That it was useless, this war 
I had, in fact, told them so 
I had said it loud, louder than ever 

Perhaps my mighty pen was not so mighty 
Perhaps my shrill voice was not so vibrant 
Perhaps the audience was not listening 
Perhaps there was no audience at all 

But wait a moment 
I heard the cry, yes, I heard the wailing 
I heard the death-screams, too 
I heard so much that was revolting: 
I heard your importuning voice, too 

And you know what? 
I saw so much ugliness 
I even saw the raw flesh 
Fed to the hungry guns 
And the raw brains 
Scattered to the four winds 
I saw so much revolting stuff: 
I saw your deformed face, too. 

Come here, fighter, come 
What was it you fought for? 
What was it you bled for? 
What was it you died for? 
Come, come here; let me see! 

Tell me frankly, what was the promise? 
Deliverance, did you say? 
Freedom and dignity for the people? 
Tell me, was that the promise? 
Come on, fighter, do not fidget, no! 
Tell me what you fought for- 
If not for these? 

I will tell you, stranger, 
Said the fighter, 
I will shout it out. 
I fought for my land! 
I will build my freedom 
My dignity and my wealth 
On my land!

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we hold in our hands

we hold in our hands the narrative

we artists and social scientists

21st century armaggedon screaming

dysfunctional children of history

living by purely subconscious, instinctual visceral pulsing

product of a campaign of vassals dedicated to erasing history

here we are.

so what do we do, we artists and social scientists?

we scream

we cry

we bleed

but also, and very important

we analyze

we do all this 

and we can call ourselves humans

and the true heir to what we call


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Last Night

Last night I dreamt
I haven’t had a dream in Christ knows how long
I dreamt a dream that shook my soul
I dreamt of the glorious uncontrollable freedom I once knew
Of an old friend estranged
Two blocks from where I now lay
I dreamt of sparks crackling from a flame
-of smoke bellowing into some abyss
-of fireflies dancing into infinity
I dreamt of stupor
Of love
Of Rock Music
I was there, unspoiled, unadulterated, unyielding
I was in pursuit of god knows what, I was ALIVE!
I was seeing the lie, believing I would transcend it
I dreamt of loud party’s in spinning rooms
I dreamt of beautiful intoxication
I dreamt of a party so large the floor fell out from beneathour feet
I dreamt of ear shattering nonsense statements
Preached to the world from front lawns for the world to hearin its three am sleep
I dreamt of myself
I dreamt of a young man enticed by the glow of an entirebottle of tequila
Caught up in a moment of pure insanity and hormone
 One in which heboldly grabbed a girl by her arm and professed his desire to make love to her
The boyfriend looked at him in amazement and confusion asthe two had been holding hands
I dreamt of seemingly endless journeys to nowhere
Forever lost
But to my dismay always found again
I dreamt of pure, real, untainted love
I dreamt of the bewildered eyes upon me as it manifested in uniquedemented ways
My back against a wall
 Adrenalinepumping as I heckle her like a carnie
challenged like a child in a school yard dare  
A knife
My chest
A drop of blood
A captive audience trying to make sense of the madnessunfolding
In an explosion of energy I fell from my dream
I landed so hard it tore my dog in a dumbfounded terror fromher own sleep
I sat up
I reflected
I ached to go back
My head so full of thoughts, emotions, and creativity
I grabbed a pen
I used to feel
I used to dream
I used to express and create
This morning I wrote for the first time in years.
-J. DeSantis

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If I Was Yours

I roam the city streets, 
I tread this rocky road alone
There’s a pathway that leaves me breathless
There’s a Utopia beyond imaginable 
There’s no war, no strife, no hatred
There’s no pain, no sadness, no dread
I believe in You…I made it through
The pangs of pressure

I open wide my eyes like open doors
You and I spring up like seashores
We’ll drive this road of vibrant love
If I was a car, 
I’d drive you away from the fallen dove
If I was a train, 
I’d get off track…I zip through the tunnel
If I was yours, 
I’d be the happiest man in the world
The radio is blasting in our joyous ears
The journey of life will continue on for years
But You’re my hope…
My only cure to this fretful spirit
The mountains that keep me courageous 
The sky is ours, 
We must keep it nice and precious
If I were the night,
I’d let my moon shine on you
If I were in a good mood,
I’d be the sunrise…twinkling so true

I hover around the fantastic forest, 
I trek this trial with you in mind,
But you were always by my side
Somehow, love has blocked my view
There’s a Utopia beyond epic! 
There’s peace, truth, love
There’s a healing process that produces happiness, not artificial 
I have faith in You…I made it through
The pangs of dispair…

I fly in the heaven’s light, 
I feel this sweet sensation
But, I’m spiraling around the place,
Orbiting the sun, 
Honoring the son

I can feel your uncertainty slip out of my hands
It entwines me… it digs deep in my soul
Your delicate tune rings true to my ears…
We will arrive on beautiful lands
I’m stepping out of the black hole of my mind  
We must remain together and be partners to escape this journey
Before we meet our end
But, we’ll… eventually bring this hardship to an end
Don’t look at me with envy glued in your eyes
Don’t glare me down…I know the truth behind these lies
The truth will delete it in no time
The world is not what you call a place of serenity 

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Europe still yesterday 
tomorrow indian verse 
to spirits of freedom
where I seek Me 
where my soul vibrates 
where my destiny plunges 
in the star of heaven

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Only a baby

                                         Only a baby?
You got to be joking! This little thing!?! This tiny being!?! A little baby!?!
This is the one to be my Saviour!?! He, will give me, life eternally?
Hmmm, this is stretching me! I got to be crazy to swallow this story.
A big man like me; rescued by a baby; smelling of cattle and poultry.
I must admit, his parents look ok; but, He ain’t got no muscle;
My Redeemer!?! He never had a cold, flue, mumps, nor measles.
He’s totally helpless; in swaddling clothing, lodged in a manger;
He can’t tell left from right; black, from white; safety, from danger.
How can He save me from my sins? He ain’t know how many I got;
I’ve been sinning so long; I would not even give me another shot.
 I’ve stolen, cheated, hated, lusted, lied and fornicated frequently;
What can this baby do, to make me change my ways, repentantly?
I only know the ways of the world; the streets are my daily beat;
What can this little baby do to help me, to make my ends meet?
This big man got a wife and children; I got to take home cheese;
I’m frustrated; if this little baby can be of any help; tell me please.
My life, children, and wife cause much pressure; and I confess, stress;
Will the little being have enough peace to add comfort to my distress?
I heard people say that the baby is King of Kings; and Lord of Lords;
It’s hard to believe; seems almost completely absurd. I’m lost for words.
The prophets said He will be as amazing, as the Good book prophesy;
I’m starting to believe; will He change me; so I can also testify? 
I’m putting my ego and pompous attitude aside; got to be humble;
And give reverence to the New-born king; though only a swaddling bundle.
The ‘little baby’ did it: humbled Himself and became as a lowly man;
To live as we live; feel, what we felt – yet, function, as the Divine Son.
He made the supreme sacrifice: gave up every divine privilege, for us all;
For our redemption sake – Salvation and life eternal; even after the “Fall.”
                                                                       By: Dion Penville

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Our Love Is Enough

We don't need to go out and party,
We don't need to drink,
We don't need to socialize,
We don't need to go shopping,
We don't need to spend money,
We don't need to go to a movie,
We don't need to watch sporting events,
We don't need to go out to eat,
Because we found love,
And our love is enough.

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once again

It's 3 am,and I'm sitting here waiting.
Once again you're in the hospital and once again 
You brush me off,tell me your fine,that you fell the down the stairs.
Please ,everybody knows it's the universal lie for 'I'm abused'. 
You think I don't see how you cover your arms, even in summer?
 How you flinch every time I reach past you? 
How you come to my house at midnight limping in pain?
 How your eyes are sometimes swollen?
 No matter how much makeup you were it won't cover your  split lip or swollen 
eyes. You shake in fear when he calls,you jump up at his beck and call. 
It hurts to see you unconscious in hospital,swollen and broken,how you grovel at 
his feet and to see you come to school with puffy red eyes, a sure sign you were 
 Remember that time when you would laugh at my jokes, stick up to bullies and 
dance like nobody's  watching?
 Now you frown,never smile,never laugh.  Look at what he's done to you, he's 
ruined you, taken away your essence of life. You are now nothing but an empty 
broken shell too ruined, too shattered to be fixed.
 Why do you stay with him? Please help me to understand,just leave,be happy. I 
try to see what you see in him,but I fail every time. 
You tell me he loves you but I don't see the love. I see bruises and jeering, 
laughing and burns, your tears and his glee nothing more nothing less. 
Please leave,
please leave this pain,this anger,this abuse,leave it all behind.
Come start a new life,with or without me. 
Heal and forget.
Be happy and free,
Just leave,please.


I'm not exactly sure when I wrote this but I decided to post this :)

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Will to Power

                                                           Will to power 
                                                            all you can
                                                           The lonely land
                                                            That is you
                                                           A single tower
                                                            On the sea
                                                    The waves they break
                                             Your own destiny you shall make

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Spiritual Freedom

One in hand yet marked on its blotted page intact

Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack
Through most promises in the dark come to its fullest of light

In spiritual freedom amidst conflict out in flight

We can't remain nuetral while
Outside spirit world a soul is attacked

Peace can only be found in the prince of peace at last

Don't be carried away by the prospect of fast money & power

This is in effect leading people away from God
Being treated like trash in rudimentary fragmented cause
To suffer in silence amidst its  inner pain 
Spiritual freedom comes at a high cost
Through our lifetime amidst stress & strife

One soul united while another devides!

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And so do I fall, and so do I fail,
Falling so deeply into this destructive void,
Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh.

To not know what is ahead,
How maddening! How so distraught have I seemingly become,
Forgotten myself as time has smoothed over me.

Tricky, sly fiend indeed; master and slave a like to us all.

Do I dare move forward into the uncertainty that is humanity and of such society?
So gut wrenching, thoughts filled of bile at what is.

As we all are from and are the same, yet tear limb by limb the essence of ourselves by one another in an endless state of bigotry and violence; so brightly are we bathed in evil.

So easy is it to see.

Miracles; perhaps shall they see fit to carry me away from the void that is, and from such temptation, as to live the rest of days in blissful, stagnant dreams.

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To search your whole life	
For what in particular
But did I search
My whole life I have searched 
For I wanted so much
For all I did was search

I searched for a soul mate
I searched for a comforter
I searched for companionship
I needed compassion
Did I succeed

To date I am still searching
Tho have realized
To search
To want
To need
To love
To no avail

For much emotions wasted
After all to realize
All I searched for was no one
Coz the only person I found 
Was the one to give me all
To love and care for me
To cherish and be there for me

Thank God at last
For no one can care for me
More than me.

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Have You Met Your End

I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end... 
to drift into the river's bend...

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind...
The tears that are clogging up my eyes
They’re feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries
I'm treasure...never to be found
Decaying in the ground
I'm sorry...I'd never
Mention suicide again to you...
Don't be blue...though you get the clue

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I’m blind 
But I see it in my mind’s eye

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
Live or die…
Live or die…
But I’ll try…
To live and make you feel happy
‘Cause I, alone, am feeling needy…

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I’m ready to meet my end…
The waters brew…and my fate blends
In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves
The sky swarms above me…I want to see you
Again…but you’ve met your end

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I STAYED strong…Where do you belong?
Your life ended like a shimmering star
You ended your tune of delight…I can’t hear your song
Repeat it again and again in my ears…
You left me with an everlasting scar

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I want to die…just let me fly
And reach to heaven’s height
But, I’d feel guilt and contrite 

I'm not scared (of your absence)... 
people start to stare...(and I feel dense)
people don’t seem to care (I can’t bear)
If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won’t deny…I’m just trying to play fair)

In my heart…
You broke it apart…
It breaks my heart
To see you die and depart

From His light

Have you met your end
Around or near the river's bend? 

Your heart breaks instead of bends
You still have some errands

To run...
You have the ability to run...
Just run...
And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone" 
But, first: get your duties done

And then...we can welcome the sun 
Don't shoot yourself with a gun...
Put it down and run

WITH ME! *smile* 

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Freedom to Worship

"Give me your tired, your poor, 
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free . . ."
Many will never see the Lady, but we know her.
She stands in the harbor, her Torch of Freedom 
held high - a Beacon of Hope
for those who gaze upon her,
a Symbol for all they seek.

And seek, they do.  Millions come
       a bouche ouverte*
willing to risk their lives for a chance 
to live free, work hard, raise families, 
and to worship as they please.

What we fought to win for ourselves,
we fight to offer the world.
What we treasure most, we desire for all.
From every mountaintop, 
                          let Freedom ring!

*Open mouthed, with no criticism.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Beautiful dove, fragile and still visibly wounded
One day, landed in my palm of my hands  to rest
And all I knew to do was to
Cradle its hurt on my chest

The beatings of our hearts synchronized
As if by chance or by fate
We were destined to meet
Giving my life greater purpose
I slowly gained its trust
And it became my loyal companion
The memories it left in me
Sacredly forever will remain
and as time went by, it got stronger
Its wounds began to heal
I realized it couldn't stay with me forever

I had to let go with great sorrow and immeasurable pain
I let my precious dove fly away
Tears of heartbreak I shed
And for the first time in my life, my heart truly bled

Grateful it had chosen me 
Given me so much and letting it go was the only way
I could ever truly repay all the joy
It  had given to me in my darkest of hours
The day we met was truly one of 
The  happiest days In my life and I pray
God let me see it soar high again someday

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The Third Way

Pity the poor Communists
Who misjudged humanity’s dark side

Pity the poor capitalists
Who worshiped unbridled greed

Hooray for Buddhists
Who choose a third path
Mindfully controlling greed
Reducing the “I ness”
Embracing a higher consciousness

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Dear soldier hero

Dear Soldier hero
   Dear soldier hero,
I address you with a prayer just for you. 
I tell God to keep you safe, so you can give me my freedom.
I thank you and all the heroes that have to fight each night.
I cry for you as I pray and ask God to send you home.
You're my hero Daddy And i love you
            Love johnny

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Goodbye Sun

Dedicated to the Officers and crew of
USS Columbia (SSN 771)

Goodbye Sun

We are welcomed by men in 
immaculate whites
Through a hatch
we descend a steep ladder
into "The Last Slider"

From a narrow corridor we enter
into the brain and nerves
of this vessel- 
To my untrained eye the confusion
of cables overhead is bewildering
This black ship of stealth
tracks the world outside,
silently invisible itself

Rows of monitors, sonar devices
high powered periscopes
all with a myriad of buttons to push-
A marvel of technology -
yet men are the heart and soul
of this great ship

They are Submariners

They say goodbye to the sun
for months on end
Week after harrowing week they spend
day after day on grinding drills
where the only thrill is their daily meals
Systematic, methodical
They are human- in a ship of war
but a ship that exists for freedom

The Officers guide us through each section
The ship at rest has released them
from an endless commitment but
with a practiced eye
they are still attuned to every detail

Commanders almost prescient
so in step with every procedure
they can sense malfunction in their sleep
I notice the commitment to excellence
I note the pride behind the
preparations for our inspection
Blue curtains with the ships insignia
are drawn on bunk beds
Shiny copper engine parts, clean bright paint
reflects the values of those who
keep their vessel, ship-shape

Now I stand in the nose where the
weapons rest
The metal tubes look benign
for all the power they contain
Ironically in rows, directly above,
the crew's bunks are located-
in tiers of three -even sleep
 is regimented
Photos of family are the only
human touch in
this dark, black, whale 
of a vessel

The sense of duty for each individual
seems overwhelming
There is a spirit of complete trust
between them
This is a world for honorable men

"Victory is Silence"
I try to imagine daily living
the self-containment
the steely discipline
the choosing to go forward in the face of
Precision and man - morphing
The pact between Submariners is
They move as one.

Suzanne Delaney

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God's Winter Stage

Beautiful to view,
Magnanimous and scenic,
Gingerbread houses with snow covered  trees ,
Blessed by diversified weather,
Cool and refreshing,
The crisp sound of the snow as you walk,
Sidewalks clean and sanded,
The sound of cars and buses our good friends,
We are a civilized species of the Lord,
Dependent on our belief of God,
The restaurant a haven for companionship and delicious foods,
God's winter stage, we are guests of good will.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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The Wasteland -part 2-

A long time passes and I am still here Silently insulting, brutally weeping But then I lift my head from the ground To see him standing there Towering over me in all endeavor of quietude Was he there the entire time? I feel his eyes but see only his stare I am dreaming again Has he returned to guide me? To frighten me back into reality? Who are you, entity of fear? I know death draws me near— But why, oh mystery, do you linger here? He never answers me, though still I try Why are you here? Must you hate me too? He pulls me up staring me down His thin, sophisticated form makes me feel hollow Empty features burning my vision As he bends facing me I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Why, I ask, my voice croaking Tell me why. . . He takes my hand as I cringe Walking me to the edge, his head tilted my way I shake like a dried leaf on the brink of autumn A small, pathetic part of me wants to thank him To believe all of this. . .is right How though, can I trust his blank sincerity? I am the only. . .the lonely But there he is beside me His long fingers intermingling in mine The sense of fear and confusion Sticking to me like grime I am the Slender Man—I am—your friend And for once I let him embrace me I cannot bear to flee He tenses and tightens his grip Dreading I may slip away in panic Please stay. . .please stay Soon it will all just go away. . . He is warm against me—alive Breathing slowly, I feel the beating of his heart Bashing my nerves—blurring my mind Tingles shoot down my spine As I stand there, so close to him We watch a sagging sunset As tears flow down my infected eyes I have learned to fly. . .to embrace the lies Squeezing my hand he holds me close As the black sun wearily lifts its head one last time Only to sink from its post I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I lie Slender Man cradles me in his tendrils Surrounding me like I am its sickly nourishment Whispering comforting falsehood I gaze beyond the wasteland Beyond myself. . . But there I find nothing Hand in hand we walk over the edge Heading yonder into the sheer, sweet Nothingness The demons watch us disappear Grinning from ear to ear I cannot see them now. . . But I can smell their fear -January 26, 2013-

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The Ride

I push my head out the car window
As far as I can reach
I’m on a ride
Through Beirut
Oblivious to the walls
Of restriction
On my soul
I lean out futhur
My hair wild and free
The wind making love to me
Caressing me
Moving over me
Touching me
The spirit of Freedom

I turn my face upwards
Close my eyes tight
The music flows over me
As I experience
Mounting exhilaration
My heart pounding
The speed of the car
Pushing me far
Into the wild raging
Of my thoughts

Moments pass
I open my eyes
Take in the passing lights
High rises
The sea
Fingers of land
Diamond encrusted
Stretching out greedily
To capture the lights
That hover over the water
I see
I feel
I experience
I drink it all in
Living other realities
My thoughts free
My dreams unleashed
My memories fighting
For precedence
Crowd my mind
I smile deliriously
This is my moment of victory
Riding the crests of the waves of my spirit
Who I was
Who I am
Who I will be

I turn my head back
Looking behind
Seeing the speeding cars
Trying to catch up with me
My black hair flowing over
Obstructing the view of all else
But the headlights
That bore into my soul
Tunnel vision
I smile
The wind overpowers me
Rushes over the nape of my neck
Pushes itself into the back of my blouse
Chilled hands that devour
Set my thoughts spinning
Sensuality reeling

I pull my head back in
Needing a reprieve
I rest my giddy head against the window
Giving in
The wind rushes to find access 
Bellowing its frenzy
Pushing open my blouse
Whipping it out
Reaching in
Touching my breasts
With chilled fingers of pleasure
Touching me
Moving me
Caressing me
Mauling me
I sigh

For a moment
I surrender
I close my eyes

I feel myself rise
The feelings inside
Demanding expression
Wanting to climax in a frenzy
Of euphoria

I push my upper body out the car window
My hands reach out
Trying to embrace
The illusive wind
To pull it in
To me
My hands dip in and out
Diving in wind waves
Bursting free
Rhythmic dance of ecstasy

People in passing cars stare
I don’t care
About age
Or decorum
Or custom
Or tradition
I’m in my element
And yet...

I know one day
I’ll cease to be
Tears run down my cheeks
The wind brushes them away
Flirtatiously whispering
“Concentrate on here, now
How I make you feel
Forget yesterday
There may not be a tomorrow
This is your moment

Sweet release
I rule the wind
Songs burst from my lips

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Scent of lilac

Shining is the star light 
filtered by the scent 
of lilac 
upon the wings
of the bird that never
ceased to peck at
the cage bars
for that special day
when it will perch,
upon the lilacs
under the starlight.

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An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.

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large space.
i should go home.
get fired.
i only live once.
across the room.
his voice.
breathing down my back.
it stinks. 
why can't i have big boobs?
my boss
you suck!

I'm fired!

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Cold Freedom

Look outside the window and see the cold. 
Billions of flakes of snow blast into the air
the hills topped with shining light 
They fly away to another end of the frozen night. 
The sweet taste bites the tongue of the homeless man. 
It frees the chained and abused paved American land. 
No more cars on the street, 
replaced by the wonderful torrential sleet. 

Go outside, hands in the air, and feel the cold. 
Do not expect heaven to answer the call. 
The only answer is the cold night,
that is brought by the beautiful, moving flakes of light. 
The creeping numbness takes all feeling away
then there is no wrong or right anymore.
Smile! Congratulations! You are Free! 

Join me now, lift your earmuffs, let's hear the cold. 
All the soft steps of a billion flakes in the world. 
There are no more machines on the road. 
And no more yells or hustles and bustles
of a million people on the city streets. 
All the shops closed, the end of human greed. 
The slight creaking sound of boots on the ground
but this isn't an another invasion; this is peace.
In the cold, we hear the true sound of light,
removed from the solitude of warm crowded night.   

Smile, remove your scarf, and smell the cold. 
Realize that it is not as you were always told, 
dangerous and dark, a place to find death. 
Ah, the sweet scent of a warm fire.
A family and stranger alike seeking warmth. 
Our nostril's burned by ice, 
the world no longer stinking of vice. 

See the power of the cold? 
Able to unite people unlike any story told. 
Do we need God's device? When we can unite to combat ice? 
War, a dream in this wasteland of our hearts. 
The old is cleansed and reborn in the light filled night.
The time has come to freeze the apocalypse!
Look in the same window do not doubt what you see! 
Yes, it's true, it has entered your heart, we ARE the cold. 
Shining like a million morning stars, reborn a thousand fold!
People inside huddled, ignorant and blind. 
Outside the cold we do not mind. 
“Become what you ARE!”
Look outside and the chains fall!

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Despite Your Demise

I will trek the hard route just to see your ghost appear
Even though I don’t believe in ghosts, 
I do believe that you thrive in this human heart
When I lost you, most of me have broken down
Most of me fell into a pit of pity…
You’re a loss that means so much to me
Your loss put a big impact on me 
You’re mighty strong…
Despite your demise

Your eyes has lost its shine
You don’t see…your eyelids are locked in place
Don’t deny the fact that you’re still mine
You don’t know me…don’t whisper your goodbye 
‘Cause we’ll see watch other face to face 
I’m trying to keep pace…
But my mind is racing with several thoughts all at once
It’s hard to catch them by the tale…
Your face is pale…
My tears shower down like bitter hail! 
This isn’t the end…
There’s no need to say goodbye…
Don’t say goodbye…or I’ll cry
Due to your demise

Ripped apart by your absence
I ponder about the times we cherished with each other 
I faced the truth already – I need to believe it, though I think it’s nonsense
I fade away, only to find…only to find that I’m blind…
This extreme fear bottled up inside needs to be released right now
Open your eyes – I need your sympathy, not your pity!
Widen your mouth – speak through me!
My soul has strayed too far 
I wander through the maze of your outlandish mind
We’re placed in the same car…
The truth is…hidden beneath the surface
It’s somewhere safe…not controlled by the abyss
Throw away your distress and confess
To me your reason to live with me…I need not to see your demise
Your demise…I’m not ready to see it or believe it…
I don’t care if I SOUND UNWISE…
I still hear your heartfelt cries…
Despite your demise

Hold on to me, dear…

I know you can make it through this tribulation

Talk to me, have no fear…

I’m here…to hear you speak your mind – express your frustration

I can relate to you – I really can!
Man, I feel you so much…just keep reminding yourself:
“I think I can…
I think I can…
I think I can…
Do it if I put my mind to it”

That’s the spirit! That’s what I’m looking for
So, don’t forlorn…there’s more hope in store
So no more! Please no more
Feeling down and emotionally sore
Speak your mind; I listen some more!

I need to get over the thought of losing you…
Could you help me think it through?
I have hope that we'll be together once more, despite your demise
Don’t you see…that I’m foolish, not wise!

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talk with the devil

Being forced to sit with the devil
As he asks why I’m trying so hard to beat my depression
I just look at him like how can you begrudge my progression
I paid the price for all of my mistakes
While the rest of the world suffered from recession
Then he has the nerve to ask why I no longer self-harm
Why I’m no longer friends with a knife
I reply because I don’t want to end up ending my life
You’ve been with me most my life
How could you not want to see me doing well?
How come I see you every time I close my eyes?
Is it because I escaped your grasp and left hell
You look me in my eyes and ask why I no longer play girls no longer get around
Why am I looking for relationships and trying to settle down?
I just reply I’m trying my best to be better, this happiness stuff is new to be
Then you tell me my poetry isn’t as good as it used to be
So here I am scribbling out what I thought were the best rhymes I wrote
My spirit is gone and my mind is broke
How do you manage to see what I decline to show?
You took advantage of my vulnerability 
When my dad died
I thought you had begun healing me
But you had my mouth taped and hands tied
And I was trying so hard to escape the chair
You were about 5 minutes away from taking my air
And I saw you laughing when I tried those suicide attempts
But deep down I must have had some unknown reserved strength
Because somehow I survived what should have killed me
I was so certain I never had handouts
But I got courage from Eminem lyrics; I guess I’m who he wrote Stan about
You tried taking me down a path that wouldn’t have healed me
Surely you had more people in the world other than me
Or was you mad I tried to force you to suffer with me
Well everything I did and said I’ll never take it back
I talk to you face to face now because I escaped your grasp 

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music is my life

Music ignites my soul with fire.
When I'm in sorrow and in pain,
It makes me fall in love again.

Music is my life after all these years.
Through ups and downs,
Somehow I manage to survive in life.

Though life is a rough road,
Music makes me dance and sing aloud
Through hardships of life.

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Nothing to Lose

On a California day
I stand toes in the sand 
Sipping the sanguine truth.
That deep blue water 
Has laid many a man to rest.
To me it is like a dream
Both real and out of grasp.

I dream of row boats
And a woman in a summer dress.
We talk and laugh 
About the trials that life as laid 
At our feet.
The tide carries us out to sea 
But we don’t notice 
Until it is too late.

Then frantically I try to row us ashore.
We wring our hands,
Make excuses
And try desperately to make light
Of our situation.
My muscles ache as I pull against the current
Is it too late?

And then we spot a frigate
And wave them to our side.
They tow us in past the tide
As we sit and sip our wine
And laugh at our luck.
It is easy to be free
When you have nothing to lose. 

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necessary movement in A major

pleasure i  seek without you
pain i get from the thorns of curiosity
when i knock again, your blessing answers the door
i say nothing and leave to take a walk through the woods
i never look back and i quickly forget your name and telephone number
it is then that something in the auspices of suddenness clicks
life has no stoplight and even less mercy
realization can be a light seldom seen
growth i discovered despite you....

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I shine the light that chases away the dark
I am like the train that breaks through the silence
I hold the Word that is stolen by the desperate
I bring the special warmth that binds the relentless cold
I am unfathomed by the mastery that holds you
I work to battle the evil that lies
I am made strong when I am weak
I am still here, I never left
I am again still here, I won't leave
We'll be okay, have no fear, peace be with you, no need to worry.

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Written 20 may 2013

My faith is in you Lord
 trapped to this bed, I'm bored

How much longer shall I be still
 for I know this is by your will
I'm alone and at your mercy
 given up friends and family
My faith is struggling oh Lord
 I pray that you hear my call

I've been still, by not a choice of mine
 learning lessons through your will and time 

Patience is growing to an all time low
 lets get this operation done, lets go

I've learn't who I am and I do pray 
 so lets get moving, before I fade away....

Give me strength to handle the operation that awaits
 so that I may again see the sunlight on my face

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Beloved Friend I Have Fallen

An angel, cradles me, in her motherly arms
I have fallen, I am venerable 
I told myself, I would not do this, no more
I have failed to keep my promise, to you
I have not stayed true
Tears flowing, as I smile, just, for you!
Remembering the times, when you cupped my face, in your hands
Your blue eyes, gazing into mine
Telling me with sincerity
‘I am the sunshine, that lights up your world, each day that dawns’
My heart aches, it rains with love, having fond memories of us
Wash me clean, being human, is challenging me!
Emotional bondage, creating blocks
I need to move on, you are dead and buried
Your time here, over
My heart struggling, accepting this reality
“Forgive me”
I pray to be free!
“I Love you, my beloved, friend”

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Call it Happiness

Call it Happiness

I have found the perfect headspace
to molest the keyboard
and make love to old demons
to be labelled and filed away
for another day
the words are still with me 
despite feeble attempts
to pacify them
from outside influence
by learning to be comfortable
with the strange paths of desire
by growing further away from
the fragile identity of old
and into a new skin
I can move around in
there is no longer 
an obligation to the dead
no impossible virtues
that need to be fed.

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Hope or Hopeless

I draw a blank to passing considerations and bureaucratic failings
Failed expectations gnaw and grate my every sense
When do we accept what is before our very eyes is truth?
No hiding from reality to the pain that consumes and binds,
guided by interpretation; still your ideals are different to mine?

We see the same but react differently, honouring the pain that creates subdivisions
Accidental does not mean unintentional
A needing for clarity does not negate self-belief
We journey against confusion, looking for significant answers not believing in our own judgement
Our conclusions do not stand the test of time

Lives guided by a different level of understanding, disavowed with contempt,
changing the orientation, diversity embedded within
Equality does not exist where controversy lays bare its soul
Giving strength and bitterness to dilemma
Alternate states guide the flow of discovery

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Freedom Has a Cost

(still in the editing universe of epicness)

You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity

Bring us back strength, vigilance and peace and be confident – you’re the 
dazzling light, surviving the plight of nightfall and being crowned as the 
champion, combating against the grief-stricken, abstract abyss…making slow 
Shimmering with inner inspiration, shining bright like the stars in a single 
bouquet, now scattered about in the midnight sky, coiling in the current of the 
ebony, velvet sky

You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity

We’re spiraling down and I’ve sworn from the bottom of my heart that I won’t 
break our friendship oath
I’m soaring like the falcons, soaring at the beach, feeling the sunset’s warmth 
on their feathery bodies – my fate is to take flight – don’t dampen my wings 
just ‘cause you’re the one that’s gravity-bound –Sh! Hush now… don’t make a 
single sound…

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Fifty-two plus one Hike hypocrisy -Part 1

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A Rich Tribute

Mother Teresa been a historical,
and an important,
and a humble figure,
as she had dedicated her life for the poor and the needy indeed, 
the best tribute one can give her is by quoting a single quote of her,
out of the many though, 
the one mentioned below seems to be more precise,
in today’s world,
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”
in the rush of acquiring money,
many have forgotten this lovely aspect,
the aspect of love,
which is much greater than money,
and had crossed a number of boundaries,
from times immemorial,
today jealousy, selfishness, greed have taken over love,
wherein money is not that great,
than love itself,
as love is like a ‘Can’,
which can be filled from the top to the bottom,
unlike money,
which needs to be filled from the bottom instead,
love is greater than money indeed,
as we do love our Gods,
our wives,
the children,
whether they be ours,
or of others,
without distinguishing between their caste, creed, colour,
Love is indeed greater,
as we love the newborns born into this world,
our friends ,
wherein love can also help us to defeat our enemies too,
without love,
no one can progress on,
and neither the countries too,
Therefore love is greater than money indeed!!

'Quote and Author':-
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”- Author: 'Mother Teresa'

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Finding Her Freedom

In a move to free herself
Seeing there is more to life
She fought the fight of her life
And when the ice melted
She ran to the jungle being free
Holding love gems
That evaded her for seasons
Leaving her frozen in the ice
Without tools to work 
Neither pillars to hold on to,
So, she rejoiced for her lovely freedom
-Decorated with colours of the rainbow
-Giving her everlasting peace,
-Like lilies in the backyard,
-Cheering her heart and soul
-And making her feel at home again,
So, she became, the woman, she supposed to be
Pleasing the stars shining above her
Even the passing birds noticed her smile-
From her gladness of being free
Thus, making her mark happily

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Heart Felt Desires

Laughter in our
hearts, with song
in the air~ leaves
us with no despair.
Only care for our~
fellow humans.

04/13/14  written by, Larry Berdoo
                    ~~WRITE ON!~~

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On through the ripples,
Through the shunts and the brushes,
The flickering chants,
The whispered gloom.
I walked, in a still coldness,
Watching in through the firm, glass panes
Of this pavement I made.
There stood three evil eyes
Perched high with a burning, solemn glare
Clad in black.

I stood with living numbness,
Drowned in the rain;
Exempt from their shelter
But Separate from their cave.

My walk was long,
Soon I saw the clouds part;
I gazed, perhaps glided into the blue depth.
The soulful reflection painted within the bay-shaped sapphire,
 Too long had I ignored myself… 
Depicting a girl, content in her smile
But mirrored by her counterpart.
I suddenly became aware
How rain and sun fall from the same sky.

The hush of the oak branches,
Passing through the park;
Reminded of the ease of empty summers;
Where my eyes couldn't reach the gate.

I turned a corner to the child’s trumpet,
Hollow with smiles
The off and empty notes
Passed right through me.
Was she, blissfully lost to her tune,
Or lost in the dissection of each note?
Lost in the mimicking of each line?
Lost, so that in the process, the bigger meaning faded.

This world holds its breath
In a struggle.
I step alone,
Across stone and soft earth,
Between kindled mirth:
In this summer losing its youth.
This day, this deep
Meander of thought,
Where I looked at the world to find myself.

Then I was laughing at my difference.

 Here is the number to my door,
To The World beyond. 

For Fragment competition
2nd September 2013

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Resistance Eyes

Resistance eyes are watching you, resistance eyes are brave and true.
Evil of this world is our enemy, the New World Order is the head of
this obscenity, destroying nations , blood on their hands, resistance
eyes will make a stand, won't be afraid, love in our hearts God is
our friend, we will shed our blood to protect the weak so one
day they can dwell in peace. Resistance eyes are for you and me,
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, the enemy is on every side, backs
to the wall they are coming for you, wake up! wake up! before it's
too late, the fate of the world depends on you and me, resistance
eyes shine the light of truth, put on your resistance eyes it's  now or never,
don't hesitate if you do it will be too late. Save the children, save the
land, fight for freedom for every man. Feed the hungry, give the thirsty
to drink, cloth the naked, shelter the homeless, give to the poor, 
strengthen the elders, tend to the widows and orphans. Heal the
broken, bind up the wounds, the balm of healing for everyone.
Resistance eyes this is our cry, never give up, stand your ground,
hold up your heads, do the world proud. Resistance eyes are
men and you, resistance eyes are strong and true.

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A Push to Freedom

                               The dark night
                      harbored their evil intents,
                         and they struck swiftly,
         like a hawk that robbed the hen of its chicks.
                 Their weapon of courage they lifted,
                       to cow the intrepid soul. 

                          That night was your turn,
                      You, that is close to my heart.
                       You, my mettlesome hero,
           became a pusillanimous man to save your head.

                    Then they bundled you into your car,
                         and drove you to the unknown.
                          It was like a dream to you,
                    but you knew the end wasn't near.

                        I was oblivion of your plight.
                   I didn't know you were having a ride,
                    with the marauding beasts at night.
                       But with just one little push,
                          they ended that scary ride

                           That little push then,
                           threw you to freedom,
                           freedom to live,
                           the life that is yours.
                           Freedom to feel,
                           the love that we share.
                           Freedom to live again!
                           Freedom to feel again!
                           Freedom to breathe
                           another breath of life.

24th August, '12

Just expressing what I felt after I heard the news about my husband's encounter with armed robbers right in front of the house. His car was snatched from him and he was driven far away from the house. He was later pushed out of the car while the thieves drove away. God saved his life and the car was later recovered.

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We are the weeds

I feel sane in a mad world
How I wish to be mad like the others
I want to hide under the covers 
And pretend I am free

My logic is chaotic here
Where fear is power and kindness is rare 
I have no place in such a place
This is the torment I face

I feel myself become distant
I want no association with this tyrant
I want no ties to dead environments 
I want to thrive to not feel guilt for being alive

Because I do
Its either there's no food 
Or there's no room 
But I have both 
And so many don't

Our lives and our meanings
Have become assets of greed
we are no longer the gardeners 
we are the weeds

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Souls kiss.
Complete me
when we touch the skies.

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We are Free

Can you live in my eyes?
Can you live with these lies?
Do you know what I have done?
I did hurt someone
Can you live with that now?
And carry it on somehow?
Till the day that you die
If you can’t then you will 
Never understand me
And I not you
For can’t you see we are free
To be whom we are 
And no two are alike
So don’t sweat all the lies
They are in everyone life’s.

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Mandela, Power
Madiba, Freedom
Words He stood and lived for.

Mandela, Peace
Madiba, Justice
Words He seeked and pursued.

Mandela, Tolerance
Madiba, Hope
Words He exhibited and gave.

Mandela, Truth
Madiba, Unity
Words He speeches and embraced.

Brightening His universe in completing
His dream,
Mandela the Mandala

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

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In Remembrance

It was a majestic sight
To see in the distance
The New York City skyline
The twin towers standing bold
It was a sight to behold
Where else but in America
Can you see something 
That leaves you in wonder
This has always been with me
Till that day of terror
It hurt my heart to know
My children will never see it
On September 11, 2001
I lost a part of my past
My present and it hurts
Because it is no longer there
I grieve more deeply
For those who lost
So much more than me
The lost a loved one
I will never forget
The scene on Television
Of the smoky towers
That once stood majestically
Nor will I ever forget
The people who die
On that horrific day
God bless their souls
Our heroes and our loved ones
Will always be remembered
Their loss will always
Be in my heart and my prayers

Written in remembrance on the 2nd anniversary  of September 11th

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love, l-o-v-e

I love you

I love me

I love he

I love she

I love they

I love then

I love now

I love before

I love after

I love forever

I love why

I love

I love sky

I love truth

I love floor

I love ground

I love sing

I love happy

I love joy

I love to hate death

I love to hate evil’s employ

I love I love I love

I love to never want to hate

I love to never want to kill

I love to never want to read more stories of anger and despair

I love to see the truth 

     out there

I love to ask why

I love to not want to have to die

I love l-o-v-e

most beautiful word in 


love, l-o-v-e

"what’s that sound

everybody knows whats going down"

love, l-o-v-e

is coming home

to house and home and hearth

and park bench

where homeless man sleeps

night away

having worked his whole life

as a good man

sing out the truth

dear world

falling down

falling down

into ground

dear world

sing out the truth


for how many times

do we have to knock on the door

before one percent

hears the cries of truth?

how long will we have to sit here and cry?

I love

i hope that love will win the day

I hope people listen to that word love



mothers fathers daughters brothers sisters aunts and uncles


knock on my door

knock on my door

pay me a visit


knock on my door

my brother

knock on my door

my sister

knock on my door

knock on my door

pay me a visit

knock on my door

come say hello

knock on my door

knock on my door

knock on my door

and tell me

I love you.

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Life on a hitchhike

Life on a hitchhike

A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut
mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled
into occular armpits,  no explanation. Hands that once
felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching
careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the
flesh depart,  skin crawling with old breakfast
sausage  patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh
does not win. Careful.   External refuse
hidden bonds  confide in mass abuse of internal
bliss like  factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say
goodbye like used coffee grounds  At last gasp I
set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with 
eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor.
Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake
I praise a restless content over a form boring of
less than glib compose and promote a position of
erectile tissue and ooooze about time ,  space
swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation
at arms------------------------------------------length

dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.

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'KASA' - Truth and Wisdom 1

Meaning is meaningless, dead; for Life holds meaning
Don't be Terrible when Troubled, to avoid a Terrible Trouble
Death is a way-off Life
mastering Life is a share waste of Time, we are not here to stay
How Foolish are you? Measure it to grow Wise
A toddler's wisdom surpasses that of a furious Wiseman
The drum beats of the Wise, falls flat at the dancing feet of a Fool
Knowledge dies, Wisdom lives beyond death
Confusing the Cock's cough with its crow, wakes the Morn early
a Roof is the Building. So is Man, Life
the Body is filled with Pain but man never get used to it
a yelling Truth is a silent one
a Knock goes further than a Scream when at a King's door-step

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

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I Control my Life, not You

"I Control my Life, not You"

You haunt my nightmares
You never leave my mind
I see you everywhere
You left me in a constant state of fear.

You opened a healing wound
You stole something I cannot get back
I feel damaged and detatched
You do no apologize or care.

You are able to live your life
You go on as if nothing happened
I do not have that luxery 
You will never comprehend what you’ve done.

You make me so angry
You make me so sad
I hate myself because of you
You probably find satisfaction in that.

You may think you have power because I fear you
You may feel you have won
I am here to tell you that this is not true
You will never control me no matter what you do.

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I Want This Pain To Go Away

I m Mad I m Sad 
Why do I always feel so bad 
Pain wont go away 
I don't want this way

I always cry 
please pain just say good bye
I feel so uneasy 
Lord please help me

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Twenty four seven- Tribute Brain Haw

Twenty four seven AMONG THESE ARE 		                                                   Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness                                                                           Who are the blind twenty four seven                                                                            None so blind as those who will not see                                                                            As long as it takes over my dead body                                                                              grace for grace peace for peace                                                                                 Who are the deaf twenty four seven                                                                              None so deaf as those who refuse to hear                                                                       As long as it takes over my dead body                                                                         grace for grace peace for peace                                                                               Twenty four seven we the people by the people, for the people                                         As long as it takes over my dead body                                                                      grace for grace peace for peace                                                                               Twenty four seven Jesus says, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto me                               of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me                                               As long as it takes over my dead body                                                                      grace for grace peace for peace                                                                                    He went to the enemy and camped twenty four seven                                                       For nearly ten years he stayed night after night of sleeping                                             on the pavement, in all weathers and with little protection.                                             As long as it takes over my dead body                                                                          grace for grace peace for peace  					                                        dreamed that world had all agreed to put an end to war                                                Brain said something what did you say

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Wolf Girl

Thank you for all you have done
Thank you for breaking me
Thank you for all the tears you made me shed because if it wasn't for you I would of never know what it felt like to hurt so bad 
How one can go from being so happy to hurting so bad. 
I would never have had the strength I have now 
I would have never been able to rise above the ground. 
I look at my life and what do I see? 
I see my friends and family beside me but where are you? 
Gone like I knew you would be one day  
I should of trusted myself more than I trusted you 
I gave you my all 
handed you my heart 
what did you do? 
You threw it to the wolves, 
no thought 
no second glance 
You just walked away
there was no more 
no more us 
no more you 
no more love 
was there really a us?
or did I just imagine everything? 
Does it matter now?
because you are gone and I am free 
Thank you for setting me free 
for little did you know
I rose up with the wolves 
as they showed me the fight within me
How to battle my own demons
 and howl upon the moon.

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The First Time

For the first time,
I feel that life’s treating me right

Everyone’s talkin’ amongst themselves…

I’m sick ‘n tired of wastin’ time
I need to…train myself to become successful – 
Starting tonight.
My life has its ups ‘n downs…
How can I balance myself again?
How can I be more productive this week?
How much time does it take to make my life valuable?

Every now and then, 
I feel that there’s no way out of the cage

Everyone’s bringin’ up past recollections 

I’m willin’ to fight the good fight… but I feel like garbage…
My faith towards Him slowly decays away… 
How can I rebuild my strength again?
How can I reassure myself that I’m stronger than I realize? 
How much time does it take to accomplish all of my dreams? 

Every so often,
I feel that my family doesn’t love me

Do they still cherish me like hidden treasure?
Do they still love me beyond measure?

Everyone’s tellin’ me that I did a great job on my solo 

I don’t believe them entirely…but at least I got the audience’s attention  
My future is bright like the sun…
How can I make my dreams a reality?
Does God know the answer?
How much time does it take to taste a sprinkle of glory?

For the last time, 
I feel the need to reach the finish line

Everyone’s proud of me for trying my best 
And running with all of my effort
I’m willin’ to encourage myself to pass the test…
Despite my struggles, I’m doing fine  

My courage increases by the minute…
I outrun the competitive runners and I’m barely passing the test 

My cup is half full – I’m extremely grateful
For the first time, 
I feel that God has answered my prayers – 

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Impulse 44

I thought to myself, if I could draw, 
I’d draw this. But I can’t so I won’t. 
Instead I’ll try to describe it. It’s kind 
of like realizing you were okay after 
all; after this not-so-tragic tragedy, 
you were fine. It’s like a sigh of relief. 
You’re not numb, you’re at peace; you 
just haven’t realized it.

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I Am A Legend

Don't tell me to be calm,
Don't tell me things will be okay.

How can you look into my eyes
      and not see into the other dimensions?

Do you not see me creepin' up behind you as I
    whisper into your ear?

Can you see the kaleidoscope colors of my wings
     of change that is coming?
        The end is near and you're too blind to see it.

My body may be falling apart with my Lupus illness, But
    my mind, heart, and soul will live on for eternity as I soar
        with my wings of change dancing throughout our universe.

While you remain on this earthly plain being transparent and stuck in pause...

              I AM A LEGEND
      But you, you are nothing but a memory to me,
                 an empty shell of existence.

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My Inner Nature Take Heed

No longer what I was a month ago, not attached to this earth.
Like a wounded eagle, I'm once more regaining strength... once again stretching my  
mighty wings.

This lioness was once unaware of being caged; awakes and is now free.  Hear me roar.

With one stroke of my claw I will clear my way and travel to where I want to be,
to where I must go.

Trust what I say to you, I cannot stray from my renewed journey.
How can I explain that which for the most part cannot be explained?

I am a receiver and hear a call which I know and will follow.  My thirsty spirit will
be filled where my present journey will lead.
Sometimes I must simply be.

My means do justify a beautiful, explosive and productive end.
From my once weary soul, I now strive to reach my new dynamic strong self.

by S.E. Clark

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Fighting the Darkness

When pain and suffering rips me a part
That's when rage and adrenaline begins to start
My soul feels broke, torn all to shreds
Wanting to knock fools upside their heads
My eyes see red and my blood run cold
My mercy and love wants to hold
Darkness takes over my feeble brain
Driving my mind to be insane
Yet I refuse to let my mind go dark
Or else evil will leave it's mark
For my soul would be stained and my hands would be bloody
All sounds would cease and my sight would be muddy
And when the storm finally passes
I will rise above the ashes

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New Dating Site

                 New Dating Site
Sign up today with grunt or groan or moans
Our specimens are dateable or so we say

Sign up to Date-It-Mate-It web-site right away
Without delay, today, or die

True love is hard to find so make it easy
Variety is the spice of life so try a different species
We do not discriminate.  It’s party time 
Animal, vegetable, minerals and clowns of every kind 

We will set you up with anything that we can find
Don’t look under rocks to find a mate
We’ve taken the liberty for your convenience and your sake
To secure your bug like buddies and snakes for future dates
Kept In a jar, a box and under glass

We have men and women refrigerated
Some even come alive but only at a princely price

Frogs are perfect for one night

Marriages are performed at Date-It-Mate-It
With whips and chains, we have no shame

We'll hook you up with I-Pads with your name

Nothing is left to chance
Nothing goes to waste for your romance

Bricks and stones are half price at our site
Sex with them is fine and we sell blinders

Critters are for free and come with leashes

Date it-Mate it-web site does it right
We make all couples fit
By using crow bars and pliers
And if it doesn’t work
We will kill it, to eat it, or wear it home

Use credit cards for your convenience
But we don't take them all the time
Due to local ordinances and obvious crimes

Signing up is easy as can be
“X” marks the spot
Simply state your species
And preferences between the sheets
Date-it-Mate-It  loves to please
Sign up today
You will never leave

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Am I a dove, a snake or a bear?
Like a bandage my words mend and heal
but my bitter tongue bites back
a venomous rage of uncertainty and deceit
and I feel as if I am fighting foe after foe
my thick pelt puncturing blow after blow
yet no enemies there are, within comprehension
or is thick fur masking my vision?
Be I a lion or a fox? Confronting fears headstrong or running and fleeing on.
Could I be the monster from whom must I hide?
My cogent thoughts a weapon concealed in my shadowy mind?
I fear I am becoming lost in the great unholy scheme,
a fool searching for the unsearchable with no success but failure
Unclarity is the only clarity in which I have come to know, or do I know nothing?
Perhaps I am a bat, 
built on thin wings with blind purposeless eyes
my own mind the cavern which enervates my very soul 
into this decrepit state.
However I am no more lost than all the others, yet still I drown
and gulp for air unfound,
the only strength within reach mine own. 
Or does it originate somewhere else? 
Perhaps those whom I hate I love
and simply poison their image within my understanding.
Perceiving the world through my eyes, all is gray,
like a wolf I hunt, my prey is meaning. 
But the harder I dig into these questions
the more deeply I fall, lost in deceptions.
Now I see something new and explained
I find myself through this mystery and vanity
I am oblivion.

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Veni vidi, vici et tu offendo

I came I saw I conquered you blundered

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Joy of unfastening

Inside the skull 
Tenderly kept a bud 
Petals are held
together tight 
Containing all the
The driving force of
the world 
Like that of fingers
in strength 
Clinched into a fist

The fist looses its
 In love and in
And falls flat to
To dissolve into a
Like that of the bud

Unfasten the tight
by the petals 
In rain, in light 
To bloom into a
A huge release--- 
A great
A freedom gained 
A relief from pain 
A beauty 
The real delight of
the heart is born 

 The flower drops
its petals 
In freedom, in
But gets wings of
reason and logic 
To turn, to
Into a baby -bird 
Like that of a moth 
Morphed into a
In ecstasy, in joy 
Test its power of
In its first flight.

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I'm Grown

Look at me I'm grow.
I want to be out on my own.
I always did what I was told, but now I'm grown.

No need to worry just stay off my back.
Take a chill pill and relax.
Don't want to hear the facts cause I already know, I'm grown.

No more telling me what I can and what I can't and what I am and who I ain't  
I know who I am make no mistake. 
I was young once but now I'm grown.

Good-bye to all these stupid rules and bed time curfews.
I'm through! 
That stuffs for someone who's three.
But not for me, why? cause I'm grown.


Yes, finally I'm out need I say more?
I almost pushed you down trying to get out the door.
I was free but found out what that word really means.


First come the job then came the bills.
No time to spend with my friends.
No time to stay home and chill.

Didn't like that deal.
Lost my job so I started living off the streets.
Now I'm in a jail cell, tomorrow will be a week.

If only I had listened to you.
Things would not have turned out this way.
Remember when I use to say I'm grown?
I was wrong...

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Psychic Freedom

Burrowed deep,
within a physical structure,
a soul exists,
locked behind an emotional gate,
desperately seeking the key of fate
that will unlock, releasing this spirit
from the ruins
of despair
onto a journey elsewhere,
soaring free of mental bondage
to that extraordinary place
as her own.

©Ana Espinola Collins


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Tangled Vines

Getting through the jungle is not so easy when I have to contend with tangled vines. Swinging through the trees used to be a breeze, but now they are growing every which way. I don’t have a clue about how I got here, but Jane is always by my side each day. Civilization? I have no idea of its meaning. I can’t explain these objects flying overhead. Are those the things people use to get there? July 2, 2013

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End Result

At what point
do you bring it around,
cap the spontaneity,
quell the conversation,
put everything neatly within the margins?
About the time a shard of brilliance,
previously withheld,
pokes out,
trying to see its shadow.
A reflection of Punxsutawney Phil,
unsure of the next move,
or just in time, before the sliver,
simply a sharp piece of the puzzle, 
launches itself through space and time,
tearing into those who are tender and fleshy, 
not yet able to defend themselves,
defenseless against the barrage?
Today cries out,
in bouts of pre-indignation,
a security guard at a remote cave,
longing to do, to protect, to be, 
yet what remains, we observe
with eyes in search of reassurance,
a wanton scavenger-hunt for the resilient.
For those who are learned, assertive, and wise,
their strength assumed, but untested,
the next generation, 
pray to their gods to withstand the wind.

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The murder of Civilisation

An Englishman lost in afternoon tea,
Memories of a lotus flower love
Rajas and elephants in Delhi
Livingstone the explorer
Religion to convert

Laurence of Arabia
A leader of men
The Boers and the Zulus
Gordon and Khartoum
These are the things that shook the world

 Silk and Cotton,
The wealth of Empire
Earl Mountbatten our man in Burma
The cry of Bombay and Ceylon
Oblivious to a young man’s dream

England was the world
Her Empire was great
For the sun never did sett
On her wealth 
The jewel in this noble crown

Yet History was not kind
Exploitation her crime
Though civilisation came hand in hand
For Freedom we planted
Democracy you chanted
The union jack you did burn
And what have you learned

Greed breeds poverty in silence
Sectarian dogma your anthem
Murder by the chosen few

How flourishes your tree 
When your morals all flee
With bombs in the souk
And murder by troops
Education restricted
The poor evicted
To make way for corruption
And tyrants consumption

Look to the horizon
For there lies Britain
It's empire gone
But our pride lingers on

Can your freedom say the same?
Or is oil to blame?
Who shall we accuse?
For your freedoms abuse?

Not the British
Love us or hate us
 England brought you civilisation
And civilisation lives on
In this green and pleasant land

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Moonlight’s mystical creatures,
Hidden under sacred vials,
Ancient specters cast deceptions,
 Romantic spells,
Captivating beauty’s illusions array,
 Most fair. 
On lookers raised voices, cheer
 Nimble feet,
Pulses acceleration encourages,
 Faster pace.
Tambourines keep time with,
 There exquisite mistresses, 
As gypsies rhythm hits fever, 
Pitch gazes remain fixed.
 In reckless frenzy cares, are tossed,
 Unto the four winds distraction.
Dresses swirl, slashing against,
 Wild attractions surrender,
Swaying shifts orchestrate, 
Imaginations indulgence.
Maidens tiptoe in hearts tender,
Bathed in star dusts brilliance.
Magical beings beguiling, 
Shimmering figures,
Heavenly bodies, in motions,
 Seductive dance.
Blazing flames ignite torrents,
 Desires yielding.
Passions spiritual release, under,
 Night’s lunar glow.
Coins quicksilver melts, beneath,
 Sensual bare feet.
Fallen angels collapse, breathless,
 Exhausted in pleasures sheer,
Camp fires flickering embers,
 Quicken amongst twilight’s,
 Vibrant rays. 
Leaving remnants residue, behind,
 In golden memories reflections.


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The Land Of Not Free To Be Me

I live in the land of not free to be me.
I wear a mask the hides
All my fears and insecurities.
I sink back into a life of unindividuality.

I have freedom of speech,
But I can't express what I believe.
I have the freedom to write what I feel,
But no one sees it unless it's "real."
I'm free to be me,
As long as it's what everyone wants to see.
I sink back into a life of unindividuality.

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how many times have i told you

how many times have i told you

You are worthless?

How many times have I pounded your head into the ground?

How many times have I thrown you into the psych ward?

How many times have I looked at you with scorn and derision?

How many times have I rejected you?

How many times have I tortured you?

How many times have I told you in so many ways to die?

You stubborn bastard

You won't leave

You have to get that damn truth out of you

Can't you see this world doesn't want you

Can't you see this world doesn't love you

Can't you see this world isn't ready for you

You stubborn son of a b*t*h

And you keep going

So what the hell do you want?

You have my attention.

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Terra Firma

Woodland lane, woodland lane 
Before a lantern's burning flame
Trimmed become Strong limbs that made 
arches along the way

And echoed in this abbey's hall 
Sounds of leaves that swayed
In ethereal resemblances
Of things heaven laced

Till gently came 
an evening air 
to leave me as a child bare
Abandoned by the guide -

Through which might have 
remained unseen 
the workmanship of God

But that my hand had clutched a rock
and knew no change to it did mark 
And heard the songs of leaves untouched 
I drew a breath in ease 

Then allowed the rock its place
And went unhindered by the light 
Along the woodland lane

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Home No More

bullets fall like rain
i cannot escape from this war.
a mine explodes nearby,
smoke fills my lungs, choking
the very life from me.
i see my mother standing
tears in her sapphire eyes.
she begs me to stay in America
where it’s safe from war, “O mama,”
i cry, “I won’t make it home to you.”

flying backward, gun in the air
freed from my weakened grasp. it mine?
shock comes deep, i stagger up
grasping empty straws.
i see my father now,
proud, strong, and true
“don’t forget to pray,” he whispers
crying, salt tears wetting his cheeks.
i never forgot, papa, no not even once.

i feel the blood wet my shirt
darkness clouds my eyes,
i hear a distant scream,
voices echo in the field
the battle is dying.
i see my little brother
standing so young and innocent
eight years old and proud of me,
“little brother, take up the torch
don’t let freedom die, don’t let it...

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Let us be clear

There is no god 
No afterlife
No Allah 
No Jehovah
No reincarnation
Just death and rest
Why do you make it hard 
Enjoy life an easy passage 
There is no god
Lets go !

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A Short Revelry

Beside a singing Brook
Winter breath lingering
Ghost of Exhalation
Drifting slowly wild
Joining Stream's cyclical pulse
Infusion with my blood through sound
Mind becomes the flow
Singing subconscious to the Sea
Where waves kiss my fractured thoughts
I dance as one 
Within a vast heaving womb
Re-born from storm's revelry
To stand within the lightning
Back beside a singing Brook

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Too Late

The sun shines too bright on the other side
So seize the day just as it is. 
because the day will come.
when the ends of the earth will
come and meet you. 

Tomorrow will meet the sun’s rise.
Four, four have  yet to learn
because the day will come.
Carpe Diem

The snow falls just as it does on the other side
white wailing still wet
The snow and it's own appearance still glisten
each a new differs  the other
I from you
You not I
I take the lead and you others stay back
It’s my turn

You who seek happiness in the easiest of places
know nothing of joy.
joy can only be found where one has found sorrow.
Only know of it
The wind gusts more on the other side
blows over the weak and the scrawny.
the ones who wish strength yet still not given
The other is not fair, yet fairest in its name
the other side, is too late

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The Worker

Torn from sleeps oasis
The razor stings my mortal soul
A glance in the mirror to know I exist
For the face of god lies there
And behind this forced smile
A lunatic walks in the shadow of me

But within this admission
The asylum of my brain
 Has a garden where sanity grows

For bound in chains we gather
Though wind and snow bar our way
Pouring through these asphalt veins
Clogged with cholesterol filled ambition

For Monday morning dines once more
 On another workers soul
And all the while the tick of the clock 
 Winds down this drone
 In happy reapers favour

But the rebels among us 
Hide in the womb of our imagination
To keep the corporate illusions at bay
And my secret butterfly carries this tortured soul
To a place beyond the dollars eye

Where the snake rattles its distain for humanity
For solitude is all I desire
And all the while the clock ticks on
And my existence trickles down the cities throat
Quenching this monster they call progress

And as I crawl home through zombie minds
I feel sorry for the splattered fly on my windshield
For its freedom has ended
Yet my dreams of freedom linger on
Although within my heart I know
This too, will soon be gone

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The Road to the Ballot Box -- in memory of the Tiananmen Incident 1989

The Road to the Ballot Box – In Memory of the 1989 June Fourth Movement in Tiananmen 
Square, Beijing

Up high, the portrait of Chairman Mao looms
Over the ballot box, wrapped in chains of doom
Beautiful as a mirage, a rainbow
And no more reachable.
The road ahead is winding, at times backwards bending,
And above all, never-ending,
And the one before – all too painful.
The year of bloodshed;
The year when students begged
By strike, by mass hunger,
For freedom and democracy
But heard instead the bullet’s thunder;
The eternal moment when one held his head high
And a train of tanks he defied;
When students refused to leave the Square, their friends,
And sat unflinching through the bloody crimson end.
The muted cry of these forgotten heroes
On that fateful night twenty years ago
Still rings loud and true in our hearts
In a land where the engine of freedom wouldn’t start.
Twenty years on they walk
Defiant, grim-faced,
Battered yet unfazed.
Clothes torn in rags
Here and there, a splatter of red
Blisters on their feet
Eyes that bear a burning piercing heat.
Our hearts may be broken
And our spirits shaken
But still, the truth is out there – 
Still being spoken.
Once more I lift my eyes
To the mirage in the sky
Will we ever get there?
Walk on – do you dare?

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I Will Break Free- For Titles Contest

“I’m Strong Enough!” 
“How Dare You" think otherwise!
“This moment,” I've come to realize, “I’m Worth it.”
So, “Cry and Scream” all you want. “I’m Going Away.”
“Tranquility Beckons” and “A Time to Love,” for me has finally come.
“Don’t Ever think I've Forgotten” how “You Branded Me"
With “Scarlet Letters” you wrote on my heart, ”Unloved.” 
With your “Leftover love," I will never be "Satiated" 
“Unable to Sleep,” I dream of “Making love”- a "Euphoria"
lasting a “Thousand and One Nights."
But, “My Lips are Sealed.” No longer will I plead…
“Nothing Matters Anymore," for your “Fatal Flaw” is “Exposed.”
“There Must be a Punishment” for what you've done. 
Now, you will see “The Warrior Princess" in me
Today, “I will Break Free!”

It’s All in the Titles Contest
By Adam Hapsworth

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Glow From Within

I thought I lost 
What made me unique
Torn from my heart,
Locked away in a box
With no key to open the lock.

Lost within my thoughts,
A well with a drought
Mine felt half empty
It nearly ran out.

The nostalgia of my youth
The clue to learning the truth,
Reflecting in a mirror
To see things clearer.

Just need to take a step back
To reflect on my past
Recollect what I knew
Remember the things I've loved
That made who I am.

Then it came to me
Like a spark of a flame
That grew into a fire
Started to rise within me.

A special glow of the heart
Deep within the soul
Luminous light from within
Shining bright like the sun.

Glowing brighter than before
Helping me to unlock the door
What was once lost long ago
Is now found once again
Stronger than before.

Fears blowing away in the wind
Worries wash down the river
No more holding back 
Going to take the leap.

No need to hide myself
Time to test my limits
To learn what I can do
I won't know until I try.

Trust the glow within
To lead me down the path
Dreams waiting to take flight
Ready to make the jump.

Free to be myself
No more hiding
Let the glow shine
For the world to see.

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My Heart Submitted To No One

My heart submitted to no one,
A completion of self with another was a fight to shame a proud mother
And still as the waves crash against the rocks, 
You sway against me, push upon me- rough and waylay 

My rough edges are flattened by the fire of your foam
Intriguing droplets- molecules of mental, murderous muse
I scream inside, delighted--affrighted, by your hearteous sight
Numbing the tingles that used to tantalize my mind

And still, I held on to what I was made for
To push away, to shy away, to stay...and to adore
A companion with no dominion upon a wafted shore

The sun often beats heavily on me when your tides are low
It is as if the love you so passionately offer is all for show
Only to descend into the sands of "NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE"

I bid a strong goodbye to the hardened, rough surface of my bind
It is time you see my smoother sides-- where the sun sets straight behind
For though you were rough against me and over me still...
Your calmer tides have scorched my pride and mellow-drained my will

My heart submitted to no one
Not even to God
Still in past tense do I blame the one and only sun
The sun that beat on me day by day with passion in its rays
Sets behind and still I'm blind to the hope of better days...

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My Fate in the Sea

I watched the sea as it grew dark, 
the light it shined but not too dark, 
fading from the clandestine spots, 
I see the sea just fall apart. 

What makes it grow or even die, 
this endless piece just takes my eyes, 
I can not escape the growing fate, 
the holding cell's about to break.

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Good Bye

You, oh you, I use to be crazy over you. 
I use to melt at the sound of your name.
I use to think you were the only one for me.
the only one who got me 
the only one who could love me
but turns out you you just showed up at the right time,
the time that I had no respect for myself 
When I was beaten down, broken, and vulnerable
I let you in because I was desperate 
I was blinded by infatuation 
Unable to see what I was worth 
But now I have opened my eyes
Now I can see who you really are You called me a slut, a whore, and a bitch 
But you still claim to love me 
And you never wanna lose me 
But you left me, for another girl 
And you still think I will take you back? Hell No!
I don’t deserve to be treated this way!
I deserve respect, and love
I deserve to be treated like a queen! A Princess! A fucking goddess! 
And I know I can find someone who will. 
So goodbye. 
You may say you need me but guess what. 
I don’t need you.
Go find someone new. 

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We all have wants
We all have needs
But what I can say is
I want to be free
I need to be free
Be who I want to be
Nothing standing In my way
Get the girls I want
Get the car I want
Get the house I want
But they all take money
But it's not the money I want
It's the freedom to make money
The freedom to be who you want to be
And live life without limits.

But sadly, I'm stuck in a place
A place where anything can happen
A rollercoaster
Called high school
My classmates want me bashed
Bashed like a hammer on a nail
Put to sleep like a crazy dog
Never waking up
Six feet deep
They call me retarded
But my intelligence way exceeds 70
I'm destined for big things
But all my peers expect from me
Is to fail
Fail like a hobo

I can do great things
But I have to be free
To be me
Be free

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Lets Start a New Normal

I told her about the real me, 
Who I love and who Im gonna be. 
She looked at me with utter disgust,
I’m sitting there crying,
My confidence about to bust. 
How can I love myself, 
When my own mother doesn’t.
How can I come out to the world, 
When my mother shunned me. 
Everything about equality is wrong, 
the only thing that people see,
is a twisted version of their own fantasies.
Being gay shouldn’t have to be fought for,
Being straight shouldn’t be the social “norm”
How about we teach each other,
That being gay is all right. 
Let’s stop all the suicide’s that happen every night. 
Let’s start a life with love and respect,
And maybe, just maybe,
That could be the new social “norm.”

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In the morning I open my eyes and I count
silently, dusting wrinkles
off the clock.
The perfect hour
when sleep is
more sweet.
At noon I open the information
to see
what level
they have put me in:
or have they deleted me?
I sprawl and open my big mouth.
My soul its out,
and now tears flow down
my cheeks with rage
on to the floor:
very precious dreams.
My wrath makes me scream.
My hands tremble on one blue wedge,
that was from a celebrity writer.
Somebody said if I wrote with him
I would be a celebrity, too.
If I had been born in Paris I would be a lady,
but I was born in a different world.
Better to forget who I am, sometimes.
I run with no identity on the bank of deep water.
Maybe it will swallow me
with all my ideas;
with all my words spoken (or not)
to strangers.
I will be free!

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No One is Safe

No One is Safe, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Four letter word
Endless possibilities
Either way full of weight
Travels around the world

Around the world, no corner untouched
No one is safe
Discriminates no one
At times disguise under a three letter word

Misunderstood by many
Misuse by a handful
Becoming lethal, dangerous
Controlling until the lost of the senses
The accused and the defendant

Four letter word
Pursue by many
Reached by some
Trapped by others
Never ending story with its’ endless possibilities
Triumphant with occasional defeats

Four letter word
Always accompany by her enemy
Never too far, ready to strike
Sadly victorious
Sought by few
Rejected by many
Crunches not too far behind

Not too far behind a shadow
Creeping through the cracks
In the blood stream he goes
Addicted, consumed, no ending in sight
Drained, no energy
Lost, gone

Four letter word comes and goes
If you lucky she will stay
A sign of weakness his home
Trap. Freedom becomes you

Comes and goes, four letter word
A sign of weakness his home
If you lucky she will stay
Trap. Freedom becomes you

Four letter word comes and goes
If you lucky she will stay
A sign of weakness his home
Trap. Freedom becomes you

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Deceitful Senses

The alarm rang
Eagles sang
I opened my eyes
A strange sound sprang into my ears

With a coffee mug now empty
I sit and foresee my day
Thoughts many and inviting
But to have a go – there is no way
I am lost in natural senses

Mindlessly I stare into emptiness
Feeling like stoned
But being very sure
There is nothing wrong
But maybe my natural senses?

I want to be that eagle
Observing others from aside
But to human race I belong
So I blame my stubborn mind
And deceitful senses

By now the alarm has rung
The eagle has sung
And with my eyes wide open
I realize where my ego is held

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Nobody told me freedom was so cold,
When I tore myself away
From the uneventful warmth
Of an ordinary family …

Thrashing about me in my confusion.
Wounding anyone who cared …
The tears slashing my mother’s face
Like razor blades …

But I had to get away.
Feel the wind of freedom …
Feel the wind …
I feel it now alright …

Icy blasts, straight down the river.
Eddying round the vast bulk
Of city buildings.
Over-warm … on the inside …

But huddled here, on the outside …
No real shelter in them …
That cruel freedom wind
Sifts through my thin clothes.

I remember warm jumpers,
And coats, abandoned
In my anxiety 
To catch the wind.

But I can’t go back 
Can I? … 
To that ordinary love
Of my ordinary home.

Not now I’ve felt the wind!
But, you see,
Nobody told me
Freedom is so cold …

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My disguised confession

I do hide behind false smiles
I do refrain myself at times
Though I wish to open myself
I cannot, out of fear of being seen as weird
To be among the many
One needs to follow the trend
But to be the only one out of the lot
Is not given to each and everyone of us!

I do wish to bear my soul
To be accepted, respected
Even acclaimed for what I am
To be the way I am
Without pretending to be like the lot
Yet, why is it that such cannot be
Such cannot be in this world
Where perfection is revered as the most sublime

I do have my own demons
I do make confessions
Here, I try to make one
Though it is hidden in between lines
I try to bear my soul
But choose to show only a bit
For the views of the world scare me
I am after all, subjected to its opinions!

30 August 2014

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Journey to Unwind - Rock 'N Roll contest

Inspired by Embryonic Journey by Jefferson Airplane (listen to it while you read this!)

On a winter's day 
On a chilly morn'
I'll be mourning	
The loss of a love once lost 
The loss of a love once buried in the frost
At the behest of an angel
She'll come around at last
When the dinner bell rings
We'll walk along and sing
Songs of ancient writings
Found written on the walls
Of spiritual surroundings
Dancing in my mind
Swinging to the pendulum of time
To make her what was mine
Before the sound came crashing down
Like chandeliers of persistence
Glistening brightly in reflections
Of crystal on the table
Clinging glasses to a toast
For lovers entangled evermore
On majestic misty mountains
Where snow cascades down the countryside
Until it's reached the ocean floor
Where salmon swim upstream
To the tune of our dreams
While embryonic journeys
Pass through the corded ever after
To dream of light and day
While the children beat their drums
To the tambourine in time	
While the father's watch unwinds
And the son is in the closet	
Strumming songs with Jane 
While the mother presses cotton
The daughter recites her magnum opus
To animals in repose	
Upon her bedroom floor
She speaks in tongues long gone	
Like a kiss from a rose
And then she's gone
To dream with the ancients until dawn

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Where's The Love

We were taught to shine bright,
But where's the light when we condemn?
Where's the light when we judge?
Where's the light when we don't love?

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Tomorrow Will Come

My mind is spinning around like the world at its axis
Exit Egypt and surround yourself with life, not the dying world around you
The sky is as gloomy as my bedroom...I've kissed the abyss
How can you mend this heart when it submitted to evil practices?
Hunt down the frustration and put it in's not you...
It's not you...devouring filthy rue
Devouring the fire of malice...
The Earth is deceiving...and full of people that are callous
Embrace true bliss...don't be a slave to hopelessness
Don't be a slave to this emotional mess
You gottah get up and try your best to pass the test
Share with me your heart's desire
We share a bountiful future...we aren't feeding the fire
Freedom is at our front door
Forlorn no more
Forlorn no more
Tomorrow will be kinder and Tomorrow will be our lucky day
Tomorrow will reveal the shadows in hiding
Tomorrow will be a promising day and it will forever stay
Tomorrow will conceal the lies, it's slowly subsiding
Pull out that bad tooth... 
Let us marry the truth
Whenever I arrive home, 
He says to me that I’m not alone ever as long as I pray to Him persistently 
He wants to hear my voice in the night…in the break of dawn 
I’ll listen to His truth in the bible and not give credit to any other source
He’s not the last resort…that I lastly look upon
I’ll glisten in the moonlight ‘cause I’ve obeyed Him and haven’t got out of course 
I never wished to have a divorce
With His knowledge, His traits, His Words, lighting me up with hope, not remorse
Not remorse…of course!
I’m not a failure or a homesick sailor
For, you’re a gift, not a curse
Though I might feel like a downright failure
You’re a gift, nothing worse
Nothing worse…my beloved shepherd
I have heard Your voice in the middle of the night
My heart once pounded with fright..
You’re a miracle, not bad luck
You’re a miracle, not a bad report
You’re a gift, not a fake buck
You’re a miracle, and I rely on Your support
You’re a gift, not a curse
You’re a gift, not a curse
You’re a gift, nothing worse
You’re nothing close to a curse
I’m hinting that you’re the light at the end of the tunnel
If You weren’t there, rescuing me nonstop, I would’ve been in a worse
Situation… A terrible, terrible situation – I would’ve been in appall  
I would’ve fell into a lot of trouble…but thank God I’m not a beach ball,
Getting thrown back and forth just for their own pleasure
But, You’re beyond measure…beyond measure
You’re a gift as mentioned in this heartfelt verse 
Tomorrow will come someday!

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if i have talent

if smartness is a talent,
why did i lose?
if i lost my talent,
how do i win?
if im supposed to succed,
i need my talent.
if i dont have my talent,
i dont suceed.
if i have a brain,
why am i empty?
if im wise,
why do they call me mean names?
they say im a genious,
but genious dont get f's.
can you please tell me, how this makes sense?

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I see the rain,
Dancing across the sidewalk,
Carefully placing each drop
One at a time,
They flow with each other,
Gracefully and in sync,
As a dance from the heavens
Praising the One who made them,
And as I watch them,
I become hypnotized,
Almost entranced,
By their beauty

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Retirement From Poetrysoup

I hereby retire from this website, poetrysoup.
Thank you so much for reading my poems through
the years, and the awesome comments. I have fulfilled
my obligations to myself, I hope you continue to read these.
I have met a friend who writes awesome poetry on Facebook.
I will leave you with his, and my links.
Thank You,
and have a good day
be someone and make the most of it.
-Bj Fard

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Wake Up and Die

I watch the peddles fall but my eyes are dry	
I just can’t remember a better time
Now the skies grow dim and birds won’t fly
Yah there’s nothing I see that’ll make it shine
I see rolling balls and empty hands
The world is shameless for those who can’t even stand
And the man in slacks who speaks on the podium
His lies preaching out how we’re not alone.

So wake up and die		
Dig out your graves		
Prepare for the laughter
Through the haze
Too much loss 
Prevented your gains
Rise up with your brothers
Cause we’re all the same

The bars are easy to fill and life’s been too hard
So quick to get into and not too far
Drinking wasted taxes and politician’s lies
Hiding back your distaste right behind your eyes
Singing about the railroad and the power of love
Shoulda brought them together before they sung
Now they’ve chased them back to a life of pain
Their lies preaching still how we’re all the same

Going backwards 
we can’t accept the past
Moving forwards 
we hope we’ll last
run by lords 
we see power from their hands
walk by love and
we’ll take a stand

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Lay down your arms

Lay down your arms,
to stop senseless

Lay down your arms,
to let flowers sprout
peacefully and beautifully

Lay down your arms,
to let the sky to be blue
again, without smoke
from war

Lay down your arms,
to let our ears hear
the choruses of birds,
and the sound of wind,
rather than the sounds
of guns and explosions

Lay down your arms,
to stop tears of sorrow
from flowing down
the cheeks of children
and women

Lay down your arms,
to let the children
have a bright future
to believe in

Lay down your arms,
to cease blocking
the passageway for blessings
on us from the Heavens

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Please Understand

Nobody Understands me
All these questions people hand me
I can’t make decisions
I answer wrong answers
I cause my own collisions

All these retched people judge me
When I stand against my own word
The thought of which absurd
I know I have heard my voice and thought it to be wrong
Just another song
Another tragic story
The bloody part is coming
Getting gory
No one gets the glory

Except me
The queen who makes the worst decisions
Causing her own collisions
All of these choices
All of these persistent voices
Continuos nagging
It just keeps on red flagging
All the time

So much time
But yet so little
I try I try I cry
I die

Nobody understands me
All these thoughts that people hand me

Such a sickening me

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Unique Melody

Negativity ensnares you,
Whispering its deadly tune,
Caressing your doubts,
Coaxing your spirit,
Muffling the light,
Captivating your addiction 

Entranced within the melody,
Absorbed into the lyrics,
Deafened by the volume,
Feel the rhythm 

Repetition binds you,
Spreading its infectious beat,
Enticing your habits,
Exhausting your energy,
Depleting the hope,
Breaking your fortification

Entranced within the melody,
Absorbed into the lyrics,
Deafened by the volume,
Feel the rhythm

Ipseity absolves you,
Preserving its emphasis,
Comforting your fragments,
Converting your fragility,
Reproducing the unabridged,
Decomposing your eclipse

Entranced within the melody,
Absorbed into the lyrics,
Deafened by the volume,
Feel the rhythm

Entranced within your melody
Absorbed in your voice
Deafened by its radiance
Feel your rhythm 

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Embracing The Darkness

The phases of the moon block out your platoon. The ember’s in the sky, burn up in your eye. Let the emerald die, leap high into the shifting sands of time. Drift back to the moment; when the giants walked on by, and embrace the darkness; let the blood drip from your eye. Share the laughter with the lions, and plead for blood shed and carnage. I walk into the clouds and soar above the eagles flying. I walk in the garden and cut down the tree of life. We are the elevated assassin’s, cling to the shadows. We are the exalted Assassin’s, cling to the shadows. Beast destroy the master, fiend dispatch the sovereign. Shadows hide me, the darkness is my friend… oblivion take away the fire, shadows light my desire for the darkness… the dream shall never end.

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Drink and speak the truth

My tongue is loosened by champagne
but I speak as I do everything 
for all the world to know

I do things in the open
while you do them secretly
do you deny that

take a drink my friend
Just say what you have in your heart 

but some never drink 
because you are afraid of what you have in your heart
You never drink and Say !

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Sunday Slack Attack

Wouldn't you know it

don't tell me you don't ever

feel this way

after lunch, particularly

on Sundays

I find motivation lacking

just want to veg out

even have a sleep

but usually the phone rings

just when you're in

that limbo state

where the mind lets go

and the daydream ideas flow

good and odd inspiration

for poems

off the wall

 the doorbell

jolts you

back to reality




where was I

or where am I


oh yeah


this is my

Sunday Slack Attack.

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Six Seasons

Lonely as the contact
Silently the phone rings
Umber is my stomach
As I sit all wound in stings

Far away was the country
That sent me on this call
I know you know I am here
And wanting away from it all

When I told them no
This was the reason
Now I sit here beaten
Their terrorist and I believe them

Students from a conflict
In a country I now forget
Something about a rebellion
And I really have to sh#t

I started having siezures
From a illness I sometimes get
Lord ease my Downs Syndrom
And Altizheimers let me forget

Starvation eat my time away
And pains show me regret
I went away for the government
And now it's time to repent

I thought we were in Korea
I asked for the leader to take me there
One phone call to Korea and my dime will be well spent
My phone call went straight through
And I cried and begged and lied
I prayed and sang and talked about 
Another time I said goodbyes

I still sit here all bound up my clothes are in rags
While talking to another guy I
Tripped upon over filled body bags
My body aches my mind bakes
And I don't think I remember English
While talking with another guy 
He made a spirtual journey

Another call to Korea and they make me wish for death
I think I spoke to the president
His words were under his breath
He prayed he payed this awful rent
For this his effort my time here is spent

I don't remember home I don't know where it is
I hear your voice clear as day but the words are always bent
Your wife let me speak in Iran broke and lent
I don't understand your tone but the effort is well spent
I am sure your home is as nice as his but I am hungary
As I said before
When I get to your house 
You'll be waiting at the door
444 days went by I got to the USA again
But these freakin guys nabbed me up
And drug me out the port
"A bay?", "No a gulf!" "Yea I remember the game"
A map I can remember the torture is the same
I got to go home again
I got shot by a machine gun
A create full of bodies 
And a bad guy to blame
I am sorry about your suit sir
But I hate this awful game

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Peace in My Soul

This Slate is Wiped Clean
A New Beginning is Here
My Spirit is ready for some days of Cheer
We are back to Our walks
The Wind by my side
The Breeze in my hair
The Sun in the sky
I am Home once again
An  Sweet Peace  Rules My Soul

Thank You! My Friends.. For Holding Me Close! xo 

Something so Simple brings me much Joy

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Am I Guilty

When I am

who I am

am I who

am I when

am I guilty

when I am

who I am

If I don't fulfill

your expectations

am I guilty

when I feel free

released from your bond

should I cower in shame

or when I celebrate

am I guilty

when I am me.

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Tainted Tourniquet - Bleed Inside of Me

Bleed inside of me
Hand me a tourniquet…please
Will it all away…

Fears and woes drown me
How could this be so, honey?
Give in to your pain 

You hold up a tainted tourniquet
As I fall on my knees
and pray...pray...

And past guilt and remorse...
piercing me like sharp pins 
And things are getting outtah course...

Things are looking worse
My wounds...ooze with blood and it's...
GROSS! O'cowrse!
My gashes...are taking over me...
and I'm throwing tantrums and fits

And I'm screaming...
praying for long-term, ravishing relief
To take away my endless, aching grief

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I’m sitting here
Watching you
While your feet are on flat ground
My head is high in the clouds
Maybe that’s where difference
Tears us apart
Because in my free time
I look to numb the pain,
While you live
Free of the struggle,
That holds me down
Free of the addiction,
To anything that’ll numb the pain
Free of your mind,
Free of the demons
That plague mine.

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What an unfair, inevitable story.
Failing to count all these tears I continue to cry.
I hide away in a secret place, alone for my time,
Is there no more miracles to hope for, just lies?

The sweet, heartbreaking moments in our times, 
As the amber glow starts to fade around. 
At the end of this neverending dreams, 
I tried to open my eyes, only to fall to the ground.

If my tears never cease, I’ll just walk forward.
I can still sense it, and I try to trace the last of you.
I’ll keep protecting it with everything I’ve got,
Because this hidden world is meant for us two.

If the tears of mine never stop, I’ll continue walking forward,
A future of ours that continues on for eternity.
If I choose this path, the stabbing pain in my heart fades,
As I walk to you, the things I lost will be nothing but a memory.

If I can never stop crying, then so be it,
I’ll learn my right and wrong as I near you.
As I continue on this winding path, I am stronger now,
Finding that world meant for us two.

The world meant for us two.

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Deliver to the wolves 

What clean hands you keep 

Emotionally empty 

No existence of love 

when hatred runs so deep 


Obviously oblivious 

Understandably suspicious 

Keep aiming and baiting 

While it is the reasoning she misses 


No other option 

Or excuse, nor circumstancial exception 

Mistakes and accomplishment 

Decorate the path we keep taking 

And talking and cannot listen 

Stumble far from intentions 


Insanely asinine 

Incompresensabley common 

Cowardly comments, and critical judgments 

You are all weak and pathetic 

More horror than Human. 

I hope for your suffering 

While contributing nothing. 
And standing in ruin. 


May 2nd 2009

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Those Meat Pies

•	Those Meat Pies/Tony Adamo/2011
Straight to the head groove in hip time/ lay me out man It's jam time/ Ya know the funk is slight/ It's tight/ bright syllables in five four time/Walkin' the beat on low down street/ her hips got me in a deep trip/ high on the smell of her sex/ her ex is Ted the freaky flex/ sippin a black coffee brew on a hot musky day/ lovin you baby is the only way/walkin' the dog on a four lane highway/ drum sticks as chop sticks/ Man do fries go with that shake/ subway fusion' dance hall bumpin' grinding bodies to the iphone dance/ can you see it? Love has got you in the trance/ the acid head trip/ street corner junkies lyin' bout their lives/ mama makin' those meat pies/ dive in brother and sisters the hipsters teachin" ya how to side step the squares/ have it your way love on the rocks with a hard knock chaser/ Man I'm flyin out JFK/ get me outta here I changed my mind straight up/ my passport says Paris France/ My feet say hip me to the nearest dance/ Where's that ladder at? I need to climb out of this heat/ Art Blakey and the jazz messengers birdland brunin/better grab your girlfriend cause she's in love with the band/ Clifford Brown/ 
Brownie was the man/ dead at 25/his influence lay heavy on those young cats
including Donald Byrd, Lee Morgan, Booker Little, Freddie Hubbard, Woody Shaw, Wallace Roney,/ I put a match book cover under a table lag to help me balance up my thoughts on settin up shop to sell my jazz vinyl / No free give away today/ wait was it true/ the great Gerry Mulligan was waiting tables at a little jazz dive called the ashtray/ waiting for the nite to fall so he could jump the stage and free himself/ be himself into the kool jazz scene/(Chet Baker Sings, It Could Happen to You/ Me? yes you bro/ Mike Clark and the Headhunters/ What was that he said?/ oh it's Thelonious Monk in shades and beret/ diggin life the Thelonious way
Tony Adamo Hipspoken Word

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I see the dawn coming

I see blue, raspy, wispy voice

singing me this song to set us free

I see sublime of ages of surreal harmonies

holding that wounded child

and immersing that child in love

on a chorus of angels

with that horse riding off into the sunset

of freedom.

I see that voice and I see that child

and I see that chorus of voices

singing ever so loudly

telling me, that the truth is coming

dear child

I see the love in so many souls on this planet

all but the last parasites of man

I see the dawn coming.

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amongst the very many she had a heart of gold
until she was shot lay flat on the floor 
blood like puddles, oozing in to streams 
just a little girl never to be seen
because of the destruct she lays in a grave 
doves flying over sending her grace
poppies, daffodils and tulips around her as gods merciful angels suround her

could it be that identity caused this terror 
palestininians are dying and its strictly not by error
whether by bombs, bullets, guns and blood the game of war has just begun 

there will be more if we step down now
palestine will forever be known as  masscred grounds
the destruct and endless memory will surely remain

the fibbing name of a land of gold
the remaining pain in millions of innocent souls
the cry for freedom not being heard 
the trenching and suffering of people who toss and turn 
the resting of others who lived to die 
i am palestinian i block the fear in my eyes

i love my country and what its become 
but yet im in shock of wut my land has become 
awakening i realize reality, sanity and the country that's mine
the land that  vanished in front of my eyes
the hills i used to play on 
the trees i used run through
the freedom i used to feel in my heart
and now it's gone

palestinian i am 
palestinian am i  

the bombs flying, guns shooting as common as a butterfly flying in lines 
no fear, no tears not a thoght of worry 
as long as their far from near 
so how long do we suffer,put our lives to sake
shed our tears 
when will peace make it's way
we've felt and dealt with so much  pain
but to me the game of war is a stupid game 

and when this life is over
we'll meet in a place of peace where war has no chance
we'll all be free gleaming with content
because of what i've suffered in my life i'll gain it in the end

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The Cruel Raven

Decrepted soul how blind are thee
To see the world so cold and cruel
From the blood shed of lost lives
Like crushed cacoons of butterflies
Not given the chance to take flight.

You judge so quickly
Of what you can't understand
Than given the chance
To see through the mask.

Why must you be cold
To judge things before hand
Than learning their secrets
Seeing no rainbow in the sky
After a rainy storm by day.

Why can't you accept
Things as they are
Let the cacoons grow
So butterflies can flee
From the silky prisons
That held them back.

You the raven
Talons that slice
Butterflies of life
Hope and dreams flee.

The more cruel and heartless
Lesser are the butterflies
Whose only dream is to flee
To go off to live their lives.

As the remaining butterflies
Fly off to distant lands
You sit on your branch
Not willing to take the chance.

Foolish raven are you not,
You are missing quite alot,
Not willing to take risks
There you perch upon the sticks.

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An eddy, a swirl and I was completely fascinated

an arcane conduit
ran to and fro
could have been liquid
something fluid
like feelings of some sort
swift like rapids pumping
my heart, like running
and not being able to stop
i suppose that’s how it felt
like any old conduit
it was hidden and  i never saw it
like being hit by something mysterious
i studied it for years
until i kind of figured it out
then i wrote about it
it made some sort of sense
the words became images
alive, inspiration flowed with imagination
like a lazy river, i floated
on an inner tube, then rapids
i hung on in the turbulence
it felt like magic but it wasn’t
i felt joy in it all,
it was living and i embraced it

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What have I learned

That nothing in life comes 
without a cost
not a price tag
but, something more at depth

To truly live 
u must have been close to death
at a time in your life
because in a blink of an eye 
everything u know 
u could forget

That money and possessions
don't mean anything 
for if u do not have a 
A life of emptiness
and regret is not a
life at all
in order to have loved
you have had to lost
to know the pain of 
living without someone
that u must still live on

To love yourself 
can be one of the 
greatest conquests
to see what others see
when they look at you 
is something the complete
opposite of what your
reflection is when u look at yourself

To love someone else
to be completely valuable 
undressed and completely nude
to unbear your heart, body and soul
to let someone let u be 
unbroken, unsold

The answers are simple
life is a puzzle you never
get all the pieces or clues
every day is a challenge
every day is a blessing 
some people stay
some people go
broken hearts come and go
love will always stay
true with the people we know

Forgiveness is a part of life
the old saying " if you can't forget you can't forgive"
the hatred, anger 
inability to grow
is this really not worth letting go

You don't have to forget
but, u have to forgive
one day at a time
one moment 
one minute 
for if u don't u stop the 
ability to grow

Second chances 
are seldom and free
I've had a couple 
if you never change your past
your future is doomed

Break the chains and be free
If u forget everything in life
listen to me 
I have been a tortured soul 
I have been down and out
been ripped a part 
beaten and bruised 
almost gave up
God only knows

If people didn't fight for me 
I would have no survived 
So I have learned 
the good, the bad and even the ugly
define who u are
what u will be 
rise above 
and be set free 

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Breaking away from all the chains

Breaking away from all the chains

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Breaking away from all the chains 
that have kept us from discovering  
ourselves is truly a reawakening

And just like the 
and the cocoon 

We also fight for change and that’s when 
we begin to go through our own 
unique individualized transformation

Because we are finally willing to
break free because of the offerings 
that were bestowed upon us to give us
the freedom to break out of our old skin

So that we can have the freedom to roam 
just like the butterfly that fought 
endlessly to break out of its own cocoon 

Because we had the willingness and 
the determination to fight for change

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My Secret Prison

Trapped again!

Maze hidden cheddar eluding 
every twisting turn a doorway 
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.

I cry.

Depression building my will 
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.

I sleep.

I scream at one wall 
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!

I succumb.

Cheddar thoughts and running 
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.

I laugh.

Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.

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The true freedom we breathe in

from the  bondage 

is the labor and tear 

of yester years;

the sore and pain

defeat and despotism 

of the past

is an ever memorable

gift  by the west;

after the freedom 

with trust and faith
 india  the enshirined soil

bequeathed a bequest

to her glorious heirs;

but today

the communal choas

saunter,  in abound and 

unobstrusive terrorism

trot all around

and the pangs of poverty

champing overhead

we, the free indians

look for real freedom.

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One Last Time

Music flying one last time.

Stop and listen, 

Touch and give, 

focus on being,



for one last time. 


Distinction and outcomes 

serve the future, 

a lacking stage presence. 


Dedicated to new life, 

lifting, sharing the best 

for one last time.


Symphonies play forward to other goals 

                                                              for one last time. 


Not all will participate, 

                             for one last time. 


But you are shining like a winner, 

                                          for one last time. 


Planning for a reflection 

                                for one last time. 

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A Young's Love

A fish in his own pride 
And agony up and down 
He jumps.

With a draw of desperation
Cover him with blue water and sand
Share day after day a young’s dream.

In many ways he tries
The summer’s sun went through
Wandering on behind the trees speaking love where have you brought me
An unseen soul replies and the young fisherman 
Let the fish to swim through it!

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Its effects run in you
Always through you
And when you’re not careful,
It can go all the way down
If you clench it hard enough
It almost squeezes back
Ripping at your everything.

In the moment it wrenches you
And you play dead for a while
Until you’re back to reality
And it releases your smile.
It’s not as bad as you thought
You’re not as bad as you thought.
Squeeze yourself,
Releasing all that needs to be said and done
Tempt yourself
For you’re not the only one.

Inside it feels like heaven
And you’re tempted to look inside
If you do, you’ll have to rip at it
Is the cost worth the price for knowledge?
It’s opened…
You see everything
But like a child, the gift of sight is blinding
You’re scared of this new beauty
You can’t understand 
There’s an adjustment with time
And you feel alive.
If you accept it’s will
The rest will come full circle,
Don’t lose your battle
For the worst thing that comes 
Is happiness, beyond good judgment…

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So I Dream

I'm available--
Caught in the crossfire
of handshakes and smiles. 
The smoke grips my lungs.

I cannot oblige. 
I will not oblige. 

So I dream.
I elope with restlessness
into the fluid incubator.
I build my own prison
where I can be free.

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Footprints, like DNA, or handwriting, 
are more than simply a map
of where you've been, or the direction
you're heading out.

For many years, my right footprint
was skewed, with edges as obscure 
as the details of those dreams
that float through consciousness
just before sleep fades into light.

A January surgery—performed
by a high-dollar specialist—
put me in a freakish two-ton boot 
for so many weeks, my hip went out.

But my footprints are so un-notched
you could track me in the snow,
and never know who you followed.

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Moving on

Christina Oswald
December 06, 2013

Imperfect hollow inside no turning back
Closed door open no more
A chapter to a book hopefully forgotten
Pages yellow, tattered, and broken
An innocence and heart stolen
Time lost not to be regained
Moving on, step by step
No time or room for regret
Stronger upon each step 
Moving on is easy, but the reasons hard to forget

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What if 
this life was but a waking dream,
and to be awake
would mean to sleep, to cease,
to open one’s eyes and see
the world turning
like some great machine;
in the beating heart
of infinity

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As a product of the night
I spread my wings toward the moon
With moth-like grace.


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The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss

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Nelson Mandela

We have never met, but
I first heard about you, when I was young.
Good, bad
I’m not sure.
Locked away for years,
My friends never said a word,
We were just children, fed, clothed;
Maybe no one had told them about your land
Or, they did not comprehend.

I heard songs, 
Saw protests and placards.
I did not fully understand,
But I do remember;
The anger, the despair.
South Africa House 
An iconic place.
Outside, everyone gathered to
“Cry Freedom”.

On my 25th Birthday
You were headline news, memorable;
We talked about you at home.
Still no word from my friends back then
Did they know how you had suffered,
What you stood for.
I don’t see them now, but
I still have the paper from the day you were released.

Twenty years on,
I’m standing on the step
Where you once stood. Walking,
Where you had trodden.
I cannot believe I am here.
The iconic place.
Momentarily, I close my eyes 
But you don’t appear and, anyway,
You do not know who I am.

Or, maybe you do.
Not me, but all those like me
Who want freedom and change;
Admire your dignity and calm
And now we wait, knowing
Although you will soon be gone
You will leave us all with hope.
We can work together.
I sit
Talk about you with my children,
My friends.
We never met, but
We wait.

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We're as High as a Kite

Shooting stars illuminate and decorate the skies tonight
Neon lights light up in my heart…I catch a glimpse at the glorious, crimson-black 
sky curiously
My heart’s pounding with fright and delight…we’re as high as a children’s krazy kite
We’re wasting time and I’m freaking out…possibly, we’ll be hanging out with each 
other in astonishing serenity 
Please…don’t let my young heart break apart or I’ll be a lonely, worthless kite – 
you’re a sundrenched sight
Take heart – do me a favor and don’t depart from His light…I am strengthened 
with His grand might
You are a beautiful, mesmerizing diamond in the cave
Be strong, behave, and be brave…
You’re the luscious, dark chocolate that I crave

*Chorus* I need you to ascend from your debris – let’s dance the night away! We will arise from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix Tell me if I’m as handsome as the lion that’s graceful, strong and courageous…I know for a fact that you are dangerously magnificent and gloriously precious Believe in me…reflect on me…let’s push away the worries that want to ruin our night spent together…God has two hearts to fix I love it when you wrap yourself around me like my own personal, warm blanket on this moon-drenched night – you are so gorgeous…so mysterious…
Beautiful nightmares haunt you and I – let’s pray That we’ll be set free from disparity and earn plenty of prosperity…God is our emerald compass that leads us to the narrow path that leads to everlasting life and peace, not death and disarray I’m running away from the demise of today…let’s pray that the remorse and misfortune fades away Waterfall of tears spring out of your eyes – once bottled up for many years – and we’re driving into another shady lane today
*Chorus* I need you to ascend from your debris – let’s dance the night away! We will arise from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix Tell me if I’m as handsome as the lion that’s graceful, strong and courageous…I know for a fact that you are dangerously magnificent and gloriously precious with a shard of grace You and I are as high as a kite – we are spellbound in our sugar-coated reveries and God has two hearts to fix Tell me if I’m worthy of any praise…I’m on my own, but not alone – I’m an effulgent, jubilant kite that’s happy-go-lucky – I’m escalating, free in space – no longer stuck in place

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Inception: Lighten Up my Load - Collab with Mikey part 7

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 a hundredth time 
Oh baby, I won't be buying into your product of pleasure beyond measure...
Your kind of love was a curse from the very beginning, not a therapeutic remedy or a cure
To be honest, you are a waste of time and downright worthless...
All I can do, at the time, was cherish our time spent together, for it was remarkably priceless.
You were brought back to life and renewed faith, hope and love!
Thank the Lord of Accord you came back to me
You told me that you were ensnared by stranger ravens and crafty little crows; I earnestly prayed that you’d be safe and sound, for you were my one and only exquisite, snow-white dove
you helped me cope with the dreadful storms of the deep and you pushed me to trek the mountains of exhilarating heights through the luminous days – I was drenched in my own sweat
But, I recall what you’ve said to me a few years back:
“There is a rainbow after a rainstorm…there is glory and prosperity of plenty after struggling through the debris of melancholy” – I was carrying loads and loads of anguish and apprehension that has piled upon me forever it seemed; you really lightened up my load, though there were days that were dry and wet
Bringing me back to what I once was – the beautiful leaf-abundant tree
Once again, I am reawakening from my damaging depression that triggered destruction in my mindset – now, I’m entering an instructive, priceless, constructive phase of life…a brand new season – I’m alive! Now, it’s time to thrive and I’m feeling the bottomless sensation to uproot me free
Your job is to water me thoroughly and daily – 
Can’t you see that I was growing triumphantly and favorably? 
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…
I won’t cower when I see you, reaching to heaven’s height above the sky-scrapers – I would rather have you in power
Remember this – success is like milk in the refrigerator – after a week or two, it becomes sour and loses its scrumptious flavor by the hour
So, do me a favor, oh Lord of Accord and give me miracles and gifts that I can afford
And sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor – does that ring a chord?
He healed me from the boredom disease
He put my heart, mind, body, mind and spirits at ease
Please…oh please…
Uproot me free
And let me sway with the blessed breeze – I pray that we will stand tall through it all and catch us when we fall
Together, in unison, we will embrace the wings of fantastic flight and keenly flee during nightfall
And…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…yesterday is gone, so look forward to tomorrow’s dawn 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  
I’ll tattoo lines of priceless delight
I’ll be your coping mechanism all day and night
So, please don’t be afraid, for God is near
Have no fear, for God’s Kingdom is almost here
Steer you way towards rapturous, rapid streams of hope, cleansing away any trace of humiliation and fear   
When morbid thoughts enter your brain,
I pray that your train
Of thought gets on track, so that you can refrain
From driving your mind insane…affirmative assurance if what you need now and forever…this will help you remain sane for a while longer and it will drive away the remorse’s rain!
When you wrote those words of elated, selfless, kindhearted words in my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book…you got me hooked with your nursery rhymes…you enchanted me with your attitude of gratitude and just by your mere look
You lit up my day…you lifted me higher than a kite
Thank the Lord of Accord that I sought the light at the end of the abyss-swarming tunnel
I fell into the arms of peace-abiding angels and ran away from the chaos-brewing devils
The wolves in sheep’s clothing…was trying to sugarcoat their hate with love
But, I know the difference between a hideous, vulgar vulture and a pure white, serene dove!

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He Is Real And He Does Real Things

You know,
You are a beautiful person
And you are a beautiful soul.
Your faith is solidified in the ground,
Your hope is spread for all to hear,
Your love graces every heart to cheer,
Your belief in His truth has the power to change,
You believe because you know,
And that is what is so neat to see.

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Freedom beyond infinity

                                                 I am no longer restricted,
                                            no longer lame,no longer limited.
                                                         Now truly spirited, 
                    Limitless words,defining vibrant visualizations of factual realizations.
                                Appearing free,flying free, with the free flying eagles. 
                    Looking down from freedoms sky.I see the limited soil i launched from . 

                                Tangling Chains finally,competed,depleted,defeated, 
                                                Limitless beyond limits I am.
                             I have dropped the weight of pains on pages of poems.
                                           I have  driven pass confusing phrases.
                                                     Freedom beyond infinity. 
                                                     Freedom is found in action.
                                     Freedom is a fraction of our worldly attraction

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Gods and Demons From Our Lives

Gods brought me here to you innocent and pure

I fell out of the clouds for your love I felt I could endure

Even with a demons eye, loneliness isn't the cure

I felt as I could go on with your love changing with every turn

Escaping each time that I cried out for your love the demons made it burn

And God brought me someone with whom brought the crash of our love up to the curb

Well I am back out on the street with tears in my eyes

Left on both feet but the demons have said their goodbyes

With blood curdling screams and dirt filled sighs

I can't go on being discrete with love filled skies

With every new person that I meet I have to decide

If it all was worth the fight I don't want to go on with out you

Here or there in my life, so I am back in the street

All filled with love forgiven was last week honey

Today it's star kissed lives, the Demons we meet

Drifting on wardly lost in life

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Sanctuary Bells Ring

I blow the feathery brown corpse
of a moth gently off the window sill
misting gray rain outside adds to
the pallor of the moment
I think to myself - everything is
dying around me
and my life too ebbing with
each ancient breath
despite this revelation... I know
there is a forever part to us
I sense it in the still, deathlike
suspension of my meditation
my body an empty temple
one pointed cathedral steeples
pyramid to infinity
I kneel on the hassock within
reposing in the splendor of a Presence
undefinable, a hush of love
ushers over me
tears pour from
stained glass eyes
that unmistakable kiss
sustained caress
blessed assurance

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Cutting away my locks

Once I had locks of strawberry sunshine
Long and curling down my back
Catching the summer breeze
But as with all things
There must always be an end
And so when one chapter ended of my life
Those locks fell
Long and curling on the floor
Strawberry sunshine no longer dancing down my back
I kept it longer in the front
Unable to bear cutting it all
But now, the rest is a strawberry mess
Bed head at its finest
Cutting away my past
Letting it fall to be swept away
It feels like freedom
Many say, I dont look like myself
But the truth is, myself is who I feel
Finally I feel like me
No longer trapped by that long mane
No longer trapped by others wishes

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That Mindful Moment

I paused.
 I heard the wind whistle
 The leaves stir.
 The birds call to rest
 In the great trees. 
 Setting down
 My burden
 (that old backpack called life)
 I rubbed my shoulders
 Relief at last.
 I had not noticed
 Numbed to the pain
 Until this moment.
 And the deliciousness 
 Of it made
 My toes tingle
 My lips smile,
 My feet do a happy step
 In that mindful moment
 Because I paused.

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Poverty grows

Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.

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When There's Nothing Left To Lose

When the man comes to call, you're shoved against the wall,
a gun in your face, who calls himself the law, show me 
your papers, obey what I say or else you'll surely
pay. You will disappear, your family we will kill
what do you think, or do you think at all? What will you
do when the man comes to call will you fall down on
your knees ask him to let you be, do you still believe you're
free? Do you know if he's the man or just part of the plan
just a shadow of the man. How much will you take 
before you make your stand, say no to the man, to
get up off your knees and show that you're a man.

When there's nothing left to lose and no place left to run,
will you stand tall in the sun, six gun in your hand,
to face down the man.

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Free to love

Please, I beg of you my little Maiden fair,
Free yourself from the bondage so unfair,
Free your Soul,
Give wings to your heart,
Courage to your legs,
Strength to your conviction,
Wild fantasies to your mind.

Run while you still can,
Jump while you still desire,
Dream of tomorrow while you still believe,
Embrace the vision of a joyous future while the offer stands.

Do it for yourself,
Do it in the name of liberty and your own dignity,
Do it out of respect for your Inner Knowing,
Do it because you deserve it,
Do it because you know you should,
Do it because happiness is yours to take.

Don't do it because of me,
Because I will long be gone
When you will still be living with yourself,
Don't do it for any other reason
But as an offering to your own Soul,
An offering of hope for a tomorrow that can fulfill,
A tomorrow that lay pregnant with your child of hope,
A tomorrow that beckons you to free your Soul,
To free Her from the shackles of constant mistreatment,
To free Her from the hurt of a long suppression,
To free Her from the suffocating jail called Lack of Care and Love.

Go soon,
Go with conviction in your mind,
Go with vigour in your step,
Go with stars in your eyes,
And a wondrous dream in your heart.

Because you may,
Because you can,
Because you have to,
Because in the end
You will have no regrets at all.

Please, I beg of you my little Maiden fair,
Free yourself from the bondage so unfair,
Heed my constant prayer,
Come here, embrace my Love and Care.

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How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
Didn't warn me 
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
Has got into me!
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
I haven’t
Got over!

My heart 
A mind of its own
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Kiss me
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Loving embrace
I miss
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
I felt
In your arms, my love?

Do I let you go?
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
‘Our eternal love’
Guiding me
In times, like these!

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Small Little Victories

If we break life down into small little victories,
It won't be long until the battle is over,
And before we know it,
The war will be won.

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Africa II

Little girl standing tall
High above
What told of mighty fall
The world is lost
No hope no trust
But in dark country
In to solid stone
Home is cast

Bright fiery sunsets
Vivid starlit nights
Jackal calls
Lion roar
Little girl 
At peace with world

Sun dried earth
Mighty beasts
No defeat
Just voiceless rumbles
Mighty and strong
Little girl no longer stumbles

Running wild along with beasts
Feet barely touching worldly deceit
Scorching African sun
Beating down
Freedom finally found

Little girl stares into made flames
Seeing old life old thoughts
Smiling at her untamability

Little girl standing tall
Arms outstretched
Face lifted to heaven
Drenched in new life
Sacredly touched
Finally safe
Thanking The Creator
For His amazing grace

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This Day Only

This Day Only 12-16-13
Countless waves are calling me towards the Western Sky,
Where the sunsets every day,without a doubt,the stars come out,
The moon glows somewhere behind me,where I feel you are too,watching,
The distance between us is an open door,even though you are close,
I watch the world stop as you slowly pass by.
Tears fall like a hard rain,as I can't reach you to say goodbye,
I will never forget ,this day only,as I reach for you in my memory,
I clearly see, you are now part of history,Rest in Peace my Dear Friend,
You are free now,free as the wind blowing.

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The Song Of The Nation

We sing the song today withal our pride
For the nation who gave us our life,
Let us forgive for a day all enmities
And solely beclam their souls 
Who bled freedom for us to live and peacfully die.
Let us unite today one nation not several states
One religion not casteism, one culture not classism,
Let us worship today one idol not millions we reverenced
One language not parted, one trait not fallacious
For those who bled freedom for us to bask and relish the daylight. 
We sing the song today withal our pride
For those who sweated for us to gratify our hunger,
Let us praise for a day with all dignity
And give their life a day to live
For those who ploughed and gave the nation its scenic greenary.
Let us bestow with one individual not one amongst the crowd
One voice not hollers, one vision not apathetic eyes,
Let us preach today for one regime not unbiased politics
One person not any gender, one love not any protagonist
For those who honored our nation with medals and fame.
We sing the song today withal our pride
For those who penned us their creative literally works and arts,
Let us pray a spiritual rebirth with all dedication
And narrate their noble life
For those who treasured our nation with poetries, stories and fine arts.
Let us travel together with one destination and no bar
From Kutch to Churra, from the Himalaya to Nicobar
We are all martyrs, let us be blessed by the holy bathe in the Ganga
And unite the masses with the spirit of the song of our nation
For all those who deserve, let us salute for them hoisting the flag
Our Pride, Our nation, India.

Note: Dedicated to all the Indians. Happy Independence Day. (15th August, 2011)

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Empty Bottles

Given empty bottles,
With deceiving messages in and out
That their lives will be changed, thus
Planting false hopes everywhere
Sadly, even young ones,
Believed they will get out of the ghetto
Delight in their renewed hope-
Lives changing- beyond dreams of their forefathers;
Day by day, began counting, 
Waiting, waiting
Looking when the sun goes- watching when it comes back
Hoping tomorrow will be the day,
When change finally find a place in their hearts
To restore dignity in their lives
Like it was, million years ago,
When love was the only leader around
Ruling peacefully and honestly;
Sadly, turned to be a false dawn
Raised by greed and counterpart
Leaving lives shattered,
Drenched in tears of sadness,
With the pain too destructive to reverse;
For, they were given empty bottles
Made to believe
Lives will be revamped like never before;
Tell me the truth,
Who is to blame?

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rumi's advice to emerson

I am the product of Rumi's advice to Emerson and Thoreau,

telling them to consolidate the spirit of compassion and truth in America

wisdom of Persians, layers of Judeo-Christian foundation, civilizing the most barbaric at 

     the heart of the world

America is finally hearing of Rumi's love through Emerson

and is struggling, on many different levels, to fill the cup of love.

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Subtle Seduction

Watching you clean our pool
On a hot, summers day
Admiring your muscular, tanned body
Your butt looks cute in those shorts!
Strutting around, like your king of the castle
While, I slip into my new, red bikini
Rubbing coconut oil, into my skin
Putting my long, blonde hair loosely in a bun
Leaving a few strands loose
One last twirl, in the mirror
Before walking down stairs
Taking a closer look, at this fine, male specimen!
You look even yummier, close up!
Your shirt wide open, baring your manly chest
A big smile, as you greet me “Hello” 
Delighted to see me
Your full package, clearly showing!
Untying my bikini top
My full bosoms, on display
A flirtatious smile, your eyes, widening
I dive in the pool, inviting you in
Be carefree, be spontaneous
You only get to live once!

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Cry of a Warrior

Cry of a Warrior The beast stood on the outside Angry he could not get inside Sent to relieve her of her destiny For rescuing souls from his revelry Her body was frail and weak Upon her bones he did seek Lord I am too weak to fight However, in you I put my light Arch Angels entered the room Sent to protect by the groom One went to fight the beast The other raised her up to feast Letting go and letting God Freed the bonds sending His rod One mighty thrust of his light Dismembered the beast into the night This is the presage sent to demand Release my children! Is my command Leave their souls whole and untainted This night in my blood, you are painted As it is written So shall it be! Carole Cookie Arnold

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Matter of Fact Phi is my Tact does it filter
I wonder wher you sit and lift her up in your arms
I ponder and am strongly considering the harm
You are one with me
I am completely singled out but alone I definitely am without a doubt, not
I think I forgot
wait a minute...constantly am I with it
where am I going and singing and flowing by the river.? what am I doing
silver drifter
Constantly wood and golden
I strive to be with the world and ratio
Filter sensational
I filter nothing
I am with it
And I live it
I can't believe it
am I allowed to see it
is what flows out of my head on the pages and instead is erased by the ragers
I question you
Do you know the phages
I constantly am impressed
immersed and constant
I am flawless
completely awed by your touch
I love this.

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Then We Will Be Free

Then We Will Be Free

Dreams have turned to black
There is nothing to wish for
Nothing left to dream of
No future and no past
Just an instant that passes unnoticed
All because someone owns your ideas
There is no light when your mind is not allowed to work
Not allowed to have thoughts of its own
A dream may offend the few
Thoughts are dangerous if brought to light
Destructive if they are openly shared
Keep your mouth shut
Say only what everyone else says
It is the only way to be safe
To stay out of governmental censorship
Just given the ability to listen to leaders
They own our dreams and wishes
Keeping them safe behind closed doors
After all they are always right
We are not intelligent enough to think
Just wait for someone to find the light
The keys to the locked doors
Then we will dream, wish and think
And then we will be free

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The Plains Part 1

The climb was gentle 
As the rose
Caressed by the bee.
The blue hills
From whence come these waters
Range on either side of us
Guarding the ancient secrets
Of the vast plains
Touching this lake here
And those far away
To the right and south.

How the plains love each other!
Whether rich with grass
Or richer with wheat
They gently merge into each other
And lose their greyness
To the hills further away
Than the eye can see.
Those that love not the plains
Have no love of their own!
Each plain with a cloud of its own
Sailing by and shading the plain
From the harshness of the sun
And occasionally floating away
Into the hills beyond