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Restoration

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”




Rest  

Copyright © JustcallMe Britt | Year Posted 2013

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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

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Dementia

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

Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

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The Effects of Stress

Stress
My hearts pounding
A steady thrum
That's drawing closer
A pain in my chest
With every single breath.

Stress
My hair is falling,
It pulls out in my hands
I cry as it wraps
around my fingers
with every strand.


Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2014

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Reality's Angel

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

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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Stress on Toll Road Express

Maverick(Vers libre)

Life for me was vain, trying to get gain
In Peterbilt truck, I’ve had the worst luck

Driving in deep snow, bad tempers do show
Praying the roads clear, very hard to steer

Having a tire low,  over heats will  blows
Many trips are lame, and bosses the same

A trucker’s great fame, stress his middle name
While grinding those gears, on roads never clear

Stresses with no rest, on gear jam express
Old Smoky bear nabs, on the super slabs

Eighteen wheels rolling, not night of bowling 
Super slabs tolling, companies folding

Idea of toll roads, trucks carry whole load
No other reason, government’s treason

You want-a see stress, special men/women pass test
It’s concrete jungle, no room for bungle 

Life isn’t breezy,  for Joe made easy
His loads are made late, from stops at toll gate

`Tis vicious cycle, bless angel Michael
I drove in my sleep, loads on time to keep!!!!

"Dedicated to Joe Dietrich, also a Truck Driver"

For and in Honor of Carolyn Devonshire
And Contest: March Madness  

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

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Bigfoot and I

I have no cause to lie,
my memory is clear.
The night was cool, the moon rising.
Fresh scents from a passing rain captures the air.
My campfire kept me warm from the damp forest,
its light reflecting dancing shadows.
I felt relaxed and calm, stress had fled,
from my world of constant work.
My coffee was now ready when I heard a branch snap,
off to my left'
The furious rustle of branches pierced my ears.
A strong musky stench filled the air, surrounding me.
My heart raced as I stared into the darkness,
trying to see what had came near my camp.
I was alone, fire my only defense, but from what?
A sound, a low bellowing sound,
cracked the foundations of my belief.
A beast nine feet tall appeared from the thick bush
and stood quietly still.
I had no where to run or hide.
The beast consumed the space in front of my eyes.
It walked towards me hands out, palms up.
I was confused,disoriented, frightened,
until I saw from the crackling flames,
porcupine quills.
The pain in its eyes burned into me, crying out for help.
I reached over and calmly pulled each one out,
lifting me eyes to its face each time.
It seems I heard a low rumble that sounded like relief.
This beast, this huge beast looked down on me.
The silence could have sliced through ice.
It suddenly turned and walked away.
leaving me trembling with a fire and shadows.
I slowly picked up my cup of coffee,
still looking into the bush, still frightened.
My legs stop quivering as I sat on a log,
next to my fire and smiled,
knowing no one would believe me.

4/16/15
Frederic Parker

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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The Wasteland -Part 1-

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity? How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind? I have never been able to solve the mystery— Of myself. . . I wish at times that my life was no more That I could live as another and finally see things right But I am always stuck in this darkness And I cannot see this mind in light There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland Searching for any remaining life And if they are ever found— They are doomed and consumed Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze It is silent here—there are no answers I wish there were answers. . . But maybe there was never a reason No answers. . . Talons extend and clench around my heart They will never seek me out—they left me here It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer I feel the pulse of my dangling life Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth No balm in Gilead! No eyes to see All I know will never be free I don’t need anyone! You are a disgrace—scum of the waste! You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing You are a joke. . . So swallow it all up like the pushover you are Stand your lowest and trudge right through No questions. No answers. Just . You. Or just lie back down into the mush of disease It has already infected you to the core Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence! I hate you Who are you to be glorified? Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright Saturated in what you call light I see right through—even as the reflections shatter All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter… But alive you are the worst there is False savior—edited attention whore I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Desperation. . .desperation. . . I sob and cry kneeling in defeat For once I am right. . .I am right

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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Caught in a Haze

The grey oppresses;
surrounded by fog,
 I traverse this shadowland;
Dorothy in reverse,
stuck in this land of monochrome
Xerox grayscale in 2-D.
Hoping it is but a dream,
valiantly, I stroke in Technicolor
Only to see it erased, again
It is no more real than the specters
haunting my thoughts.

Still I stumble around searching;
hues of hope hover out of reach
as these low-lying clouds
cast a pall-- blinding me to joy.

Perhaps, I'm trapped
 in Tim Burton's sketch board;
these monoliths of grotesque
caricature evidence such.
At every turn there is a new one,
popping out of the mists.
Large, unmoving blocks of black granite
ring me like Stonehenge-- surrounded--
Leaving me wandering this maze of dark surrealism.

Glimpses of color reveal themselves
in the distance through the shroud,
ephemera teasing my senses.
Blow! benign zephyrs;
sweep away the haze
invading my peace.
Rescue me the confines
of my self-induced prison.
Let me walk in daylight, once again. 

Copyright © Jaycee Cervenka | Year Posted 2015

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Lamenting Spirit

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Joshua Brown | Year Posted 2013

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Who Though

Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes 
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night 
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand 
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet 
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life 
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school 
Who would have thought our childrens children 
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool 
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace 
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure 
Who would have thought teenage life is harder 
When your getting bullied or picked on in school 
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house 
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door 
Who would have thought in life know a day's 
Death is more near to our lives then ever before 
    Who Would Have Thought

Copyright © Nicole Arvizu | Year Posted 2013

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Life's Complaints Department

 Life's Complaints Department

 Take it out on me.
 That’s what I’m here for.
 Make me work for it.
 Make me feel it.
 Your relationship is dead.
 I want you to spit bile.
 You hate your kids.
 Let your tongue be your weapon.
 The mortgage payment is overdue.
 Show me that desperation.
 You got some bad news.
 Prove to me your diamond hard anger.
 You’re having car problems.
 I want to see blood rush to your head.
 I am the concrete wall that absorbs the wreckage of your life.
 I am your temporary enemy.
 I am a sponge with a face.
 I calmly roast in my own public hell.
 Barely existing in my own numb regret.
 Forsaken by my own fragile identity.
 The sweat soaks through my shirt.
 An accidental pain junky.
 Ready for another fix.


 comments?

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2015

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Tragedy In Black

Everyone has an obsession
Others are harmless 
Hers were not
Obsession devours beautiful souls into the black of night 
Hers soul was bright and promising
If only she had known this on that night
They carried her away 
Her future fading to black and vanished quickly 
She had been consumed with depression 
She strived to be like others, tall and pretty
Jealousy rotted her soul slowly 
Agencies loved her 
But only them 
She spent long hours crying 
Her obsession? Leaving crimson tear drops in her wake
Pricks and slices 
She struggled to hide the secrets
Being exposed to the world for all to see yet even then no one knew
She was dark 
Captured by the emptiness of the dark as she withered away 
Waiting to be found 
That pretty face was no more 
Jealousy rotted her through
Yet again obsession took another beautiful soul

Caitlyn Ellison 

Copyright © Caitlyn Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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Fit to be tied

I'm Restless and defeated
Feeling overwhelmed and cheated
My Plate about to topple
Don't you dare pop that waffle
Shut your mouth and the door
Clean the dog pee off the floor
Fit to be tied, mouth foaming
Computer died, phone roaming 
Don't look at me with that cheesy grin
My patience, like ice, that's growing thin
Just finished my Alaskan shower
Thanks to you bathing for an hour
Spent my last dollar topping off my tank
Just to find, my car won't crank
Pants ripped when I bent over
Picking up a 3 leafed clover
Dog ran off, didn't think he'd go far
As luck would have it, he was hit by a car
thought we'd spend the day, saying goodbye
Would you believe, he didn't die
At the vet, running up my credit
I'll revise my budget again and re edit
Sporting a cone around his head 
The doctor said he should be hand fed
It's ok, I have time to spare
Out of work due to an allergy flare
Looking like a blowfish with chicken pox 
Hamster got loose at the delight of a fox
Kids called the cops for animal abuse
Handcuffed for 2 hours before they let me loose
Neighborhood kids, come knocking
I wish I could say it was the least bit shocking
Leaving doors open, letting in the flies
I hide in the bathroom and find I have spies
Little feet under the shower curtain
Bottoms spanked, hands hurtin
Crawl in the bed at 1 a.m.
Sleep for 5 hours, then do it again

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

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Sleep Amongst The Reeds

A prickly world envelopes 
The subtle Emerald skin, 
One so delicate as can be scorched
By an Irish morning sun. 
Low gulls crying overhead
Keep me idle amongst the reeds,
Eyes wide, sucking in the expanding blue, 
Sporadically streaked with white.
Rose dances with Ray 
Along the celestial path, and
A blushing glow is born.
Deep breaths. 
Salty air caresses and travels 
Down into a spongy soul.
Hand to cheek, a rose
Returns to blue, but Ray
Will forever twinkle around
The dusty pink until 
The crimson lakes again flourish.
The shriek of wings down the shore
Are now a distant echo. Lids heavy,
The siesta forcing me to sink
Further into the hot sands of the coast.
Light as a feather, eyes dimming,
I see it all as the tide chases me.
Through times of trouble she has guided;
In sadness, she did listen; once again
She draws closer and prepares to lead me
From the woes of the city, the faults of society, 
And into a world that is real: the salt of the earth.
I want to swim into unknown, bathe 
In the life of her vessel, and have the soothing
Waves wash over me and rid me of the false pretences.
But for now, I will listen to her: 
A soothing voice that one must never vex,
Swooshing in and sneaking out.
A light crash of waves against the rocks
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
The drama from days gone by
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Money and bills swooshing in
“To hell with those” sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swoosh—
Out!

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2015

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Speak

A smile crawls onto my face.
What a strange feeling to be happy. 
I spot him within the crowded mass of zombies.
He flashes a smirk my way.
My cheeks flare a vibrant pink.
I can feel the warmth collecting.
Butterflies fly swiftly in the pit of my stomach.
The space between us becomes smaller,
 as he walks toward me.
His sandy blonde hair making me swoon.
I feel his hands around my waist pulling me in.
What a strange feeling to be happy.
I feel his radiant smile beaming down on me.
His cheeks became a pale rose,
as I turned to face him.
He encases his hand in mine
 as we walk down the hallway
How did I get so lucky?
A month goes by and everything changes.
The mood swings suddenly.
Why is this happening?
Every day is a battle,
everyday is one step closer,
to a small victory or a catastrophic defeat.
His mouth spews venom.
He pierces my already broken heart,
with a look of pure disgust.
There is no longer,
any compassion in his 
dark eyes.
Was there ever any? 
I space out thinking about what used to be.
“Babe”
I recoil at the names he used to call me.
I miss it. 
I wish I didn’t,
but who am I kidding.
I should’ve never gotten involved.
But what happened?
What did I do?
He stopped talking to me,
and showing me affection
without warning. 
I do not like this new modified version of myself.
I’m so confused all the time.
I could sleep forever.
Life’s supposed to be filled with rainbows.
Mine is filled with saturated gray skies.
My emotions are swirled inside my head,
knotted together like headphones in a pocket.
I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do.
You can’t make me feel what I need to feel.
Only he can.
This dark cloud needs to be lifted off my shoulders,
but with every breathe it becomes more cumbersome.
Isolation does not work.
I then have to manage my thoughts on my own.
That’s the most terrifying part.
My hands tremble when I walk towards him.
My knobby knees wobble wildly.
Deep breaths, you can do this.
He whispers,
but the sounds are magnified into my ears.
He is screeching,
I know it. 
Every mindless drone in the dull hallway,
is looking at me now. 
He is screeching,
I know it. 
The voices inside my head roar telling me to stop making a scene.
I clutch my head inside my hands,
trying to get the madness to seize for a few moments.
I’ve failed, the voices continue their violent outcries.
The reverberation from the obnoxiously loud screams,
makes me lose my balance.
I crash against the brick wall,
losing the battle once more.

Copyright © Heather Nickels | Year Posted 2016

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La Sociedad de Miradas

Camino en sociedad de ignorancia,
Donde palacios son corruptos por efectos de arrogancia;
Pasan por nuestros lados,
Echando el ojo, tratando de disimular;
Donde la conciencia es absentista,
Donde todos dicen ser abstencionistas,
Pero, todos son ambiciosos, consumidos y absorbidos por hipocresía...

Camino en sociedad abolicionista,
Donde abolicionan toda aventura,
Donde la única aventura es abolir la sociedad,
Siendo una sociedad abstraída y egoísta,
Poniendo todo lindo, pero con abusividad escondida,
Siendo una sociedad de imbéciles accionistas,
Mostrando intransigencia acérrima y decisiva,
Pero, todos son perezosos basados en negligencia anarquista...

Camino en sociedad de advertencia,
Donde los reprimidos quedan agrisados,
Donde los rechazados y solitarios quieren valentía,
Donde la paz social va desvaneciendo,
Donde la minoría quiere acracia y amnistía de la sociedad,
Para derrocar la corona trastornada y distorcionada...

Camino en sociedad amorfa,
Donde nos han forzado ansias a través de propaganda alarmista,
Donde existen muchos agiotistas fraudulentos,
Donde propias convicciones son raramente afianzadas y aseguradas,
Donde la autoridad permanece en mordacidad y acrimonia,
Donde los realistas son fastidiados y ajusticiados,
Donde las miradas autoritarias son falsamente alegatorias,
Donde muchos permanecen injustamente en incertidumbre ambigua...

Solo a través de sabios ojos,
Es que existen verdaderas experiencias;
Con mirada fiera,
Con mirada de ira,
Con mirada desamparada,
Con mirada sigilosa,
Con mirada misteriosa;
Con toda mirada real existe vida lúcida y estragos mortíferos...

Camino en sociedad de odio,
Donde toda mirada se vuelve rencorosa,
Camino en sociedad de miradas,
Donde las paredes escuchan y hablan,
Donde las divisiones son provocadas,
Apuñalando nuestras espaldas;
Piensan que es un simple juego de carcajadas,
Pero, todos son hipócritas a través de siniestras miradas,
Que me tratan de dejar en agrafia,
Con el juego de las miradas...

Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013

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Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

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

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

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

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012

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A Prayer For Strength To Be Yourself

It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
With Christ,
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
Thank You!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
And forevermore!
In Jesus' Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Not For You

I can see you watching me from the corner of your eye.
Your head turned and followed me as I walked on by.
There's no need to act shy cause I'm not looking for no guy.
So you need to step back and quit eyeing me jack! 
Your game is wack you can't step to me.
Your just like the other dudes trying to play me.
So don't tell me you love me cause you know that you don't!
And don't tell me you'll care for me cause you know that you wont!
So don't even start with me you'd just be wasting your time.
So turn around and say good-bye!

Copyright © Kable Brown | Year Posted 2013

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Stress Free

Deep sighs all throughout the day
Lord, I pray that your ears are not paralyzed to what I have to say
As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Keep me from the slayer that tries to slaughter your sheep
Deep and hard my heart pounds

People hear it with no thought
Reminding me daily that it’s my price Lord you had bought
However, annoyance consumes my spirit Lord 
Brace myself from the random things to happen in some sort
Never thought that I would look for the worst
Mind going 100 miles an hour, ready to burst

But I’ve learned
Never give up on the dreams that you yearn
Be stern with your goals
Stand up for what you believe in and always show that you are bold
How can you unfold from not being told the truth
Even I too have to check myself and come out spitting as if I’m in the booth
Just let loose for it’ll set you free
Things in your life is already written to be
Strong endurance to handle what you can

For the Father is not going to put more on you than you can bare

Copyright © Natasha Horton | Year Posted 2015

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My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE

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

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

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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Heartbreak

He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.

T.K

Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013

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Believe

When I was younger i was taught to believe in god
Now i wonder if i misunderstood, Whether it was all a mirage
Baptized in holy water so the father could give a trial by fire
Suicidal thoughts seek to conspire
As we forget the angels and our demons consume us
Earth encrusted shoulders, each day a little boulder
And I want to be a believer
But all i see is anger and shots of liquid amber
I heard the preacher tell me that god loves us
That we're like angels, simply wingless
And i want to believe
That there's someone out there
But every prayer brings another Sandy
Children in the school yard fall like confetti
Like a bloody ticker-tape parade
As his light simply tiger stripes the shade
Never erases, simply highlights the
Yosemite Sam sound effects that serenade
A generation where white boards double a body armor
And with every dead child i struggle to reconcile
This love-hate relationship
But i want to believe
That the love outweighs the hate
But we're screaming hello
While he whispers goodbye
Like we're that second page in another hopeless fairy tale
Sprinkling bodies like Hansel's breadcrumbs
As we search for that ginger bread house they told us was a church
But we find only the pieces of us we left behind
The parts that shattered on impact as we free fell
Leaving us looking a little less beautiful than before
And i want to believe
But im stuck in this mortuary closet
Filled with skeletons of my past life 
Sitting around trading war stories
And i want to believe
I look for god, but i never get pass the neon cathedral
Sacramental whiskey sips and bartender confessionals
Never used a chaser i was too afraid to chase the truth
Mostly cause i was to scared of myself
So i exchange fear for numbness as I use whiskey-scented band aid substitutes
Trying to drown my demons but my terrors taught them to swim
I just want to believe
But first i want to believe in me

Copyright © Nick Yuknalis | Year Posted 2014

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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.

Copyright © Nya Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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Calming The Storm

A deadly debate that could have just been a simple conversation.
One point and its the same point argued between two men at a bar.
One of the men is loud and angry.
The other man, he seems to be quiet and calm.
One point and its the same point argued between two men at a bar.
A simple debate that ended in a deadly situation.

Copyright © Tony Driskell | Year Posted 2014

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The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part I

                                                                  1.

The summer's thunderings gather in brooding, heavy clouds
Soundless masses with shuddering voices
Calling through the untamed sky
Shaking above the meeker Earth,
Pillars of rain, shot through with flashings in their depths,
Electric fires running through the close, wet darkness -
The thunderings assemble to make their pronouncements,
In booms and growlings cast down through the winds
To tongue-lash an unruly world with elemental admonishments,
Bearing reminders of old forces that never die,
Waiting and spreading through their vast spaces,
Breeding strength, coalescing.

Between the group of walls they live in,
He and she circle 'round,
Eyes seldom meeting,
Casting flashes of hurt when they do.
They hold within their aching hearts
Black shards of anger born of their quarrel,
As acid thoughts brew with the thunder's boil around them
As it walks with its giant's tread above the roof,
Growling its mindless sentiments
In tones that set the windowpanes ashiver,
Bitterness tends to the feeding of itself,
Savoring the cold fare
Of unforgiven words and thoughts both spoken and silent
While this summer squall of tattered love rises to rage
And ends in their dark unease,
The slow burn of anger between them
Has settled to a smoking grey ash gradually piling up in their sombre souls
As the sky above flares through the rushing sheets of clouds
The wind tearing by, laughing madly.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2013

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The Truth About Love

Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is time apart
Trying not to drown
Praying to stay loyal
Holding on to lover's promises
Dreaming of reuniting
Crying tears of hurt and joy
Thinking of you constantly
Asking God for all the best
Love is difficult
Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is faith
Love is hope
Love is trust
But love is beautiful
Oh, so beautiful
And love is worth it
Oh, so worth it
Love is in God's Hands
Love is protected
Love will come back again
Reunion again
For God is love
In Jesus' Name
We pray
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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A Hospital Stay - Part II

                                                                  2.

                                                    The Light Returns

I feel myself oh so slowly rise
Through the Abysmal black of surgical sleep
Wakening, drawn to the distant sound
Of my own moans.  

When my lids flutter back
Sight is rewarded with the prescence of all my Beloveds
Gathered in conclave 'round my I.C.U. bed;
My travel-companion souls
Who bear the love and light that leads my own.

     The doctor enters bearing good tidings;
     The beast within was found and slain,
     Its loss complete
     At the sacrifice of nearly the whole of my stomach.

And so I lay grateful and gutted,
Though within it felt like the aftermath 
Of worlds in collision.
A wreakage within,
And when they make me rise for the first time the very next day,
I feel a slow tide of broken glass and metal
Fall in chaos through my new internal spaces.

Still, its a lovely thing to be rising,
At all.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2013