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Details | I do not know? | |

Nasty girl

   There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at 
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they 
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true. 
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to 
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god 
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I 
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how 
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the 
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because 
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to 
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls. 
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again. 
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your 
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got 
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty 
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are 
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy 
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.


Details | Free verse | |

My Soul, is Freedom's Journey

Blowing through a vast crevasse –
from whirling tempest; 
to calming balm on wounded skin;
to constant howl;
to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips –

I am a promise, 
to the girl who waits,     
within the cave, where no light shines;
where sucking blackness and decay
consumes and claws across
the barren expanse that is –

My inner child’s mind.

Little Kristin, girl of 7 
(when time stopped)
suspended upon a bony pillar, sits,
engulfed by craggy mountain walls –

The cave of sorrows.

A black pit surrounds the tower, 
held hostage by those who would keep her silent;
(protecting the illusion at all costs)
she waits,
bound, 
and as silent as the fear that creeps up 
the lone pillar,
(coming for the light in her eyes)
killing slowly, methodically,
attacking light –
the light that creeps through cracks;
breaks through holes;
breathes life into darkness –

(minions of death vying to stay her shine).

Her holly-hobby night gown 
(full of broken dreams)
tattered and torn, 
crowns her dirty little feet.
A grayed white gag, beneath soiled cheeks –
(like apples, they used to say)
blackened by yesterday,
save for the dappled light that shines,
from green eyes –
just a glimpse…
       then gone.

A tiny flame flickers, within small hands –
(holding what was stolen)
keeping the beasts at bay...
(lighting a Mother’s way)

They say I was everything to the one in the photographs –
The light giver.

Light taken, 
       and given.
Her battery drained, 
(strength offered to the shining moon)
       then gone.

Permanently erased.
Eradicated, liberated (grace or fear?)

Strength was my gift born
from her weakness -
my birthright, and soul’s mantra.

My soul was God’s gift -
my strength,
was her gift –
I am battery doubled.
No more am I dirty black holes 
hiding in shadow,

For I am wind…

I am nowhere, 
        And everywhere.
I am past, present and future.
My soul is freedom blowing through the cracks 
left by the black maker (innocence taker);        
     
into my darkest depths;
holding the little girl (lost, no more) –

kissing her face;
drying her tears;
      leaving the cave -
carrying my child home.

Together we light 
the ancient halls,
Where I am the light maker now.

Winding my way from heaven to
ground;
kissing the nose’s of my five reasons 
found –

My soul is wind 
       from the heaven’s,
unbound,

and these are the gifts 
that my soul 
resounds.

Amen.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

LOVELORN

               LOVELORN

Saw a friend of mine the other day
He wasn’t in the mood to play
His face was sad his mood was low
I asked what made him worry so
“Well I’m in love “ the guy told me
"I met this babe--she's fine to see!
Her face is perfect legs are great
Her eyes are blue her hair in braids
When she crossed those endless legs
she dared me to sit up and beg
 I watched her sit down by the door
And knew I wanted no one more”

“And have you told her?” I had to know
“I call her every day or so
But she plays coy and stays so cool
It makes me feel like such a fool!"

“What other tactics have you tried?”
“I sent some daisies”  he replied.
"We watched a movie, went to eat
And oh that girl is really sweet!
I would give her anything!”
“Will you buy this girl a ring?”
"Of course not, she’s as poor as dirt"
Buffed the cufflink of his shirt
"Just want to play a little while
won't let a waitress cramp my style"

Left him sitting in the park
I hope that chick will  break his heart


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be


Details | Dizain | |

Not Too Bad, Considering



I bare myself, to take a better view
I wonder if I can recall her name     
Is she the girl that yesterday once knew?    
Familiar face, I see, but what remains    
Of silken slender curves, is not the same...    
And while I take a deeper look at you,   
I frown and recognize  a scar or two   
Then sigh, and long to see a flickering
Of tender years within the mirror's hue
But then, I'm not too bad, considering...

I stare at her, and see beneath her brow    
The child-like girl who fought against the tide     
Would I go back in time, again, somehow?    
Erase each  wound, along with all the pride?    
I think it best to see the brighter side 
My years have earned the badges of my scars   
I know much more of beauty, now by far,
I come with life's experience and quest 
I smile, again, to see the girl you are
Well,.... not so bad, considering what's left


Inspired by Cyndi's Contest: "Birthday Suit"


Details | Quatrain | |

Farewell To Her

I grieve a life that can't exist
for things that could not be
of cherished plans that upped and left
of a girl no longer me

I grieve my dreams that slumber on
that I can not wake from sleep
and as another does drift away
for it's emptiness I weep

I mourn the loss of who I was
of possibilities and more
and wave farewell to a life not had
as she walks out through the door

I sit and ache for what is not
for the girl that can't be me
of things that only might have been
for the she that can not be.

Brian Strand's contest 'A first 50 posting' (July 2011)
1st place


Details | Lyric | |

Certifiable Kiss

I have enough time
Yes 'cause love's alive and baby in its prime
Oh it is just like
Success ain't fun and games but for the saint's life

Yeah he'll pray but maybe Hell'll hit
Faithfully turn off the safety
Baby Cupid shoots shells with hollow tips
He'll lose an eye and they'll think he's crazy so
We'll say it gave him a gift
Baby the trait of a certifiable kiss

Girl I see you have more than usual
Yeah even before you visualize the visible
With a noble temper, mature and golden in a
A higher temperature than a crucible's molten innards

But there's a secret to your strategy
And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be
So naturally keen at dodging me

And it's a line of defense
And girl you make a fence
So girl I take offense

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-
To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

But the only one in my blood that
That doesn't shine like the sun it
It naturally has to be the one where
I refuse to call it a pun when
I call you up to call you the one, there's

A secret to your strategy
And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be
So naturally keen at dodging me

And it's a line of defense
And girl you make a fence
Hence I take offense

Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven
You play the chords
You make me insane but maybe I'll give you your credit
Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven
You play the chords
You make me insane but baby I'll give you your credit


Details | Free verse | |

I am dead girl

I will bleed girl I will bleed.
The sharpest glint of silver lies upon my wrist.

You must read girl you must read.
Feel the words that beat the heart within my chest.

I am dead girl I am dead.
The question answered with the softly whispered yes.

I am read girl I am read.
The words contrast upon the page forever dressed.


Details | Verse | |

A Restless Girl In A Pink Bedroom

A restless girl in a pink bedroom 
  Scans the implacable ceiling, 
Or buries her face in a book 
  To subdue the hurting feeling. 
And the days fall flat as roadkill, 
  Grind on and cool their heels 
In minutes and hours of deadlock, 
  Like rusted cogs and wheels. 
Childhood sneaks to closure, 
  And nothing does no good 
On the border between confusion 
  And the bloom to womanhood. 
In the tangle of ebony hair 
  Lank and listless on the sheet, 
And the summer-kiss tan of her skin 
  Lie the sorrowful signs of defeat. 
She could cry for the ending of times 
  Rose-tinted with visions of love, 
Now a restless girl in a pink bedroom 
  Sighs and stares at the ceiling above.


Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Wings

  She's split  amongst the two
One a girl unheard of,
Few see little from
  Who gawks at the slivered moon
through blotchy eyes,
Welled up tears as big as moon pies
  The other a girl who holds up her fibs
Conjurring by magic,
A cloak to mask the lies
  Who catches tears before they slip
Neither bangs or pursed lips
Can hide the sadness in her eyes
  Both are placed with broken wings
She pulls her head together and flies
ME; this one note she sings


Details | Free verse | |

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, 
why are you so cruel, 
Why do you reflect such a figure, 
So sad and insecure. 
Mirror, Mirror, 
what do you need? 
What can I do, 
to make you happy? 
Sweet girl in the mirror, 
who reaches towards me, 
reaches out to touch me, 
but our fingers never meet. 
You smile when I smile, 
But I can see right through, 
I know your pain pretty girl, 
because I feel it too. 
Girl in the mirror, 
what makes you so sad? 
what drives your anger? 
and makes you so mad? 
Sweet girl in the mirror, 
how well you know me, 
I'm sorry that you will never know, 
what its like to be free. 


Details | Free verse | |

Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
protecting.
 
     You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you 
don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I 
would never wear.

    If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a 
cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. 

     You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might 
be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why.

    Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless 
race. 

   I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I 
just need someone to give me courage.

     I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't 
think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. 

      So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You 
can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her 
face. 

In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. 

Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know 
that your confident and well worth the struggle.


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Ode | |

An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


Details | Narrative | |

My Motivations in Poetry

My love of poetry started when I was still a five- year old child When my parents asked me to memorize verses and rhymes With all my feelings and actions, I recited my poems in front of a crowd Innocently receiving adulations but not a handful of dime The first piece I memorized was entitled, “Cradle Hymn” I was a small girl sent in a poem competition, so naïve When I’ve grown up , I realized it’s a song lyric with Christmas theme So, I sang it and started to develop my good voice quite a bit When I was a teenager, I memorized speech and declamation pieces My teacher sent me in a poem contest for a campaign against drug addiction I tried to deliver my piece like a candidate for a star award actress Acting like a drug addict teenage girl longing for parents’ love and attention As years went by, I turned out to be quite a flirty lady With puppy love and sweet crushes to some guys around me When one of them got me, so happy until I forgot all about reciting poetry Relationship went long but when we broke up, it created another life’s story All my heart brokenness has turned me out to be a poem writer I also wrote few poems for my family, dreams and for close friends’ requests My passion of poetry blazed and turned out to be greater When I found a writing spot, motivated and inspired by my friends-the great poets
Feb. 6, 2013 First Place Contest: Who What Where Judged: 4/23/2013 Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone


Details | Free verse | |

My 3AM Wake Up Call

You’re a 3AM
Wake up call
With another sob story
About the latest boy 
Who pumped you
Then dumped you
And left you 
In a sweaty lonely pile
Upon another 
Empty bed

And you cry 
Baby girl tears 
All over my phone
And you wonder why handsome
Boys
With shining white  teeth
With full heads of curly black hair
With six-pack stomachs
And  tight muscular
Rear ends 
Can not be more like 
Mature 
Older 
Men

“Just like you,” 
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”

And you cry 
Baby girl tears 
All over my phone
And you wonder why reckless
Boys
Who party all night
Who down countless vodka shots
Who shout “muthafukka,” “dude,” "beotch,"
And other raucous
Victory chants
Can not be more like
Mature 
Older 
Men

“Just like you,” 
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”

You want me to empathize
You want me to criticize
The nasty boys 
Who took you for another 
Cruel and pointless ride

You want me to father you 
In a way he never did

But I’m sorry
Baby girl
I’m sorry

I can’t

Because I admire and envy those 
Boys
In the prime of their life
Not yet defeated
Not yet haunted
Not yet beaten 
By the disappointments that
Await

They are a national treasure
A precious resource

From the exuberant crude shouts of
Irrational wild boys
Come the builders of shelter
The providers of sustenance
The conquerors of enemies
The explorers of frontiers

From the exuberant crude shouts of
Irrational boys
Come the daring adventurers
The first one into the burning house
The last one out of the burning house
The one still standing when everybody else
Fled

From the insatiable loins of such
Irrational wild boys
Come the fierce wild girls
Who dance insanely upon tables
Who run naked through the streets
Who make love without limits
In open fields
Upon damp grass
All through the night

From the insatiable loins  of such
Irrational wild boys
Come the fierce wild girls
Who cat-fight for their lover
Who kill for their children
Who wail passionately for their dead

From such boys
Baby girl
From such boys

You were born into the world

My crazy baby girl
You were born into the world
Like father, like daughter

And if I could be that young wild boy 
Again
The one that you hate
And love
In such a maniacal way

It would be an honor to be with you

An honor to hold you
An honor to love you

Until my dying day.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl with Pigtails

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
who sits quietly at her desk.
Whose eyes lift to meet no one,
whose clothing is always a mess.

He’s the little boy on the playground,
whose strays alone without a friend.
Whose countless cuts and bruises,
are too deep for those to mend.

She’s the little girl in the lunch line,
who stares at classmates having fun.
Her mouth never forms a smile,
her long sleeves cover what’s been done.

He’s the little boy, who lashes out in anger,
as his classmates stop and stare,
in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy
who seldom had a word to share.

She’s the little girl who recites excuses,
for every injury her tiny body may bear.
A rehearsed story told so perfectly,
no one notices the blankness within her stare.

He’s the little boy who startles so easily,
and jumps at the loudest sound.
A little boy covered in shades of blue,
inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound. 

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
she sits alone, without a friend to tend,
a black tinted heart of abusiveness,
hidden injuries never to mend.

They were the little boy and girl in the classroom,
who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime,
of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser,
who raised their hands of abuse one last time.


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Triolet | |

Solitude

I contemplate in solitude,
Not one false comfort gathered round;
Away from all that's harsh and rude,
I contemplate in solitude.
Enthralled, I sit in lassitude,
Though fettered hopes have pressed around;
I contemplate in solitude,
Not one false comfort gathered round.






From the painting, "Solitude," by Lord Frederick Leighton. (Second image down in link.)
http://proverbs14verse1.blogspot.com/2008/04/tearing-down-our-homes.html


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Romanticism | |

To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?


Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The girl in the mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall who do you see looking back at you?
I would say to tell the truth but what is the truth really?

As you look into my eyes can you honestly say you'd answer back sincerely? 
And just from a reflection, a mere image can you eat it up and digest the real me? 

I guess I'm asking way too many questions maybe I should start first.
When I look into the mirror I see thunderstorms, I see troops running in dirt
trying to make their way home. 

I see this girl in the mirror and who see's 
a cracked reflection. Lines going up and down like lighting in the sky. 
People tell her she's a dime piece but damaged goods she feels like inside. 
But she still can't figure out why she feels incomplete.
Often times she feels obsolete just like empty milk cartons. 

In this mirror she gets images of herself chasing rainbows and butterflies in empty feilds. 
And instead of being barefoot she runs in heels. The real her, you'd have to dig down deep 
for because she conceals it. Almost like little kids burying treasures in the ground for safe 
keeping. If you find the door please turn it like a faucet and let her leak into you.

All her life she's been searching for someone to seep into. Someone willing 
to soak up all her essense for like a sponge. 
The girl in the mirror is still searching....


Details | Free verse | |

Just let me breathe

Let me breathe,let me step on this earth
to see the wonderful world of god.
More than that,grant me the
wish to be in your arms.
Do not let the love,which
brought both of u together
become a  curse to me ,which makes me
pay a hefty price-i.e. my life.
Kindly do not build me a grave
even before I am born and
do not flush me like waste
for being a girl child.
Is being born as girl such
a crime to you are punishing
me with death?.
please do not fill your heart
with venom instead of love.
I promise to be a good daughter,
take care of you always,
be there for you through thick and thin,
make you proud and laugh.
do not crush my little heart which loves you,
do not break my hands,which craves to hug u.
I am a bundle of happiness not a burden.
Is it too much to ask for a chance
to live and love you?
yes I am girl child,it does not make
me less human.
Just let me have my chance of living and 
do not pluck the bud even  before it blossoms.



[This poem reflects about the most dangerous crime -female foeticide.I hope this kiling stops forever and girl child is embraced .]


Details | Ballad | |

Her Face

Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere
The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare
Though to confess my love, 
Oh no, I wouldn't dare...
So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair

Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind
This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find
Oh how the two of us, 
How our lives could've aligned...
So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear
Takes me to another world, A new frontier
I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, 
That part is clear...
But as I awake, Just shed another tear

Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget
Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet
I'll be reminded of her, 
At each days sunset...
And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light
With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight
Oh how just to see her, 
Brought me such delight...
But here I am all alone now, Another late night

Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love
So what will come of me, Can I rise above?
Without Her Face, 
I'm unsure thereof...
Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove

And she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams
Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems
We're walking together... 
Hands together, Along the forests blue streams

Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt
Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt
I will always have my writing, 
To continue to dwell...
On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Face In Firelight--Briton Riviere

As twilight now comes, we view a fair maiden, flushed by the fire, in the hush of the room after spending her day, where the heather was strewn The stroke of the brush, shows a blush on her cheeks She's enthralled by the flame, while a red setting sun, says a farewell to the day, while she sits in her chair as the light dwindles down As she sits by the fire, while she waits for her tea There is smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill song There is dusk on the meadow, and dew on the hill as the moonlight enhances the old window sill She sits and reflects, in the warm amber glow As the evening is fading, and the fire burns low With Tabby, her cat, her one faithful friend, Who sits in her lap, and purrs soft and slow She will muse for awhile, dream of a far distant lands She will dream of true love, as the brush strokes will blend She will imagine her mate in the red fire's flame while the stroke of the artist, will take us along Transported by art, transported in rhyme We are swooned by the paint, and the thoughts that have bloomed that capture this girl in the room.
________________________________________________________ For Isaiah's Contest: Briton Riviere Based on his painting :........"Fire-Fancies" http://www.ebay.com/itm/Fire-Fancies-Briton-Riviere-Repro-oil-painting-/160376412482


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


Details | Light Poetry | |

face book

Face book


Come home from work 
See my girlfriend crying
 She can’t get on face book
And whole day she trying

Well I try to fix the computer
To get she on the internet
The girl cries so much
Two handkerchiefs soaking wet

What’s up with face book?
Sending this girl crazy
 Chatting with Amanda whole day
And now she gets so lazy

So I call her mother
To complain bout she daughter
She said she call back later
Julie on the computer

So went to her father
And said she don’t cook no more
She on face book since morning
Till I come home at four

He call me out side
He hiding from his wife
He said leave face book alone
That is part of them women’s life

The stove not light for the day
All it has is bread and cheese
She says darling I’m hungry
Go order some Chinese

This face book and women
Is a bad combination
It causing problems in homes
All across the nation

A woman updating she profile
From almost all about
When she quarrel with her husband
She leaving that part out

hannah taking out pix for face book
She runs out of lipstick
She takes two buses and a taxi
Telling the driver to do quick

So I call president Obama
Tell him face book causing hell
He said boy shut your mouth
He wants no problem from Michelle

Now face book is ok
To meet family old and new
But do they have to post
Every little thing they do

A man post he on vacation
On the beach in Tobago
While he home in couva
But nobody don’t know

I try to organize some friends
To protest against face book
When I gone them on the computer
These men already hook

So I have to stay quiet
Because my girlfriend very sweet
I pick up the phone and said
Darling what you want to eat


Details | Pantoum | |

My Fantasy Sister

A rewrite of the previous,,after reading it again the one before this,,, I felt it was sending the wrong message,,,,,,at first to me it was what I wanted to say about my make believe sister,,,,,,only that the lines I wrote, could be mis-construed to another meaning.


She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.
Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is not exactly good or even bad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.

Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.
She has no mother, not even a dad.

She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
Impossible you say, this could never be,
She has no mother, not even a dad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.

Impossible you say; this could never be.
Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,

Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
She is not exactly good or even bad.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,
She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.

By Cecil Hickman

Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Pantoum 


Details | Rhyme | |

Sleep Racing, Daily 41

41, 
Sleep’s enemy is the racing mind.
The girl gets caught in judging
Viewing  kaleidoscope unkind

He’s better
She’s an idiot
I’m furious
They are malicious
All vicious

Up throughout the night
The girl keeps pain cycling
Love suppressed by might.

Who’s tortured: not idiot or false friend.
The girl becomes a zealot
With no peace to make it end.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Girl

I knew a girl once
She played the victim very well
Let you know how much her life sucked
How it's a living hell
I knew a girl once
She pushed all this guys buttons very well
Let him know how much pain she had
It made him feel not so swell
I knew a girl once
She blamed all her problems on life
Never once admitting
That she was the cause of her strife
I knew a girl once
She never grew up and chose to live in her fantasy world
The man in her life finally grew up
And the woman remained a little girl
I knew this girl
And maybe you do too
Just don't be conned into feeling sorry for her
For she has put this "pain" on herself and you


Details | Narrative | |

Turned Tables

What if the tables had been turned...
And it was her, looking at me
Seeing what the eyes can't believe
And what the heart can't embrace

I'm looking into sorrow's face
The sadness wraps itself around her 
Like a blanket of grey fog
A face so pale, so ashen and cold as a winter's day
Betrayed and abandoned by her youth
The girl she used to be....why can't I find a trace?
A youth taken away by choices,  
By circumstance, by life experiences 
By things that I cannot know
My memory of her has been stolen away 
In this unexpected, brief encounter
I swallow tears in my grief, as I mourn the vision
That had been tucked away in my heart for so long
Is it regret, or is it a guilt I cannot name?

A friendship born in childhood, so young, so carefree
She, with bright eyes, and blond hair that curled
Around her high cheeks and rosy smile
She was the one who shined so brightly,
Who's charm, who's gay laughter I had so admired
A childhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies
Where is the innocence, the radiance?
No longer there, not even a glimpse of the girl I knew

Oh, how I weep inside
Now, here, this meeting by chance
After years that had taken us to seperate worlds 
In my mind, and in my dreams, she had always been
The fair maiden, the one who had held my hand
Two little girls who made promises
Who sat in the dark, under a summertime sky
By the light of the moon and wished upon the stars.
The stars now gone from her sad eyes, the look of weary miles
Now fill the void ......as one more time.....
                                         we say our goodbye.

What if the tables were turned
And it was her, looking at me.....
......................................................................................................

In honor of Desiree's Contest "What If"


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


Details | Romanticism | |

Discovering Love

What is this? This way I feel?
I've never felt before
A desire for a love to heal
A heart so cold and sore

Out with the old
And in with the new
To my past love, I never told
But I'm happy at the chance to meet you

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

I want someone to hold dear by my side
Each and every night
To be there when I want to hide
And tell me everything's alright

Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide
Who reminds me of the one I lost
To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive
And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost

She's out there somewhere, thinking of me
As I am of her
Just a blank face in our minds
For which our hearts slowly burn

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

And my past love will do the same
Meet someone kind, and new
Know he'll grow to love her name
Just as I did, and still do

What will come of them, I'll wonder
Pray she finds happiness beyond compare
Under the sun, rain, and thunder
But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places


Details | Rhyme | |

secret crush

be still my heart just hush
ill get rid of this big bad crush
if only you knew how much i care
the kind of love i have for you is rare
you dont even know my hearts on fire
and that your the one that i desire
i dream of kissing your lips
but when i wake away you slip
be still my heart just hush
ill get rid of thei big bad crush
i wish i could tell you how i feel 
then your touch i wouldnt have to steal
you would be mine
with our hearts and body intertwined
i wouldnt have to dream
and i could be with you always
i wouldnt have to scheme
this secret is hard to keep
into my heart its etched deep


Details | Free verse | |

The girl with a curl

Her name is Mary
not Virgin Mary
or the girl with the dragon tattoo
it's Mary
the girl with a curl
when she is good
she is too good
when she is bad
she is too bad
in her teen years
she dated Wild Bill
and tried almost everything
jail
drugs
and orgies
but in her twenties
she married the other Bill
the guy from the hedge fund
who smells CK and wears
only Armani suits
and now she lives in a mansion
in suburbs
and has two beautiful kids

Her name is Mary
The girl with a curl
when she is bad
she is too bad
when she is good 
she looks like a saint...


Details | Free verse | |

Face Value

Her Cheekbones, smooth as  pebbles 
Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately
Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived
Weighing like soaked white carpets
Beneath flea market stands
She Is Beautiful, she is beautiful
Belladonna, noxious

Dusty eyes and wavy hair
Neruda book shoveled away somewhere deep
Inside her closet full of chewed up bones
Illumination, dying in Latin never seemed like
A juxtaposition before the closing of the soul
At least his eyes are a Cambridge blue
Jazz muted in Mortality sings on dangling participles  leaking out
From the saxophone

What is that worth?

Thick waist, hourglass coke-a-cola
Mama-sita, mira mira 
Lolita-like N.Y.M.P.H.O.ed up eyelashes
Coating tears with manufactured glob
Somebody put in a bottle
The higher your skirt the more your face value

Goes up, up, up pass the mystery between monogyny and the thighs
Right between the slit ice 
Like Mmmm, and he slides past the first three bases
Oooh Girl you look so good in those Six Inch Heels
                     What is it worth, 
                             to throw away your 
                                                                            Worth      
For a toaster oven and a washed up guy sitting on your back porch
Scratching his head waiting to be given a pardon for his misdeeds
While American Media stole him away
And blamed it on the graffiti on the Church Walls when it was really 
Hipshot for the Hip-Hop , This shameless act of cytotoxicity  
when it was really 
The Devil trying to slow dance with the pretty girl behind the stage

Eyes that lie time after time and are almond shaped but see no further
Then 6 feet deep and a saxe blue sky
Baby girl, on auction in the club
(Going once, going twice, it’s okay we’ll sell her half price!)
Like a slave, a sycophant child  to some sick twisted game
Dancing in the Matrix style of killing the clock
Biting off the hands, to chew them up, spit them out
To pretend like the world isn’t ending over our heads
Seven kids, bloated waist, waitress fingers and lips
Smile, Misfortune dotes on you, Lucky One

What are you going to do when your looks run out?

Heyyy girl, what’s your face value?


Details | Rhyme | |

SHE RAN AWAY WITH THE CIRCUS

                        SHE RAN AWAY WITH THE CIRCUS

                         The neighbor‘s daughter ran away
                         Gwen is gone .....her brothers say
                             When the circus left the town
                            She was nowhere to be found

                       I heard them whisper –all the biddies
                           While they tended little kiddies…
                               …..With the circus.....
                                  Did you know it?
                          How that mousey girl could blow it!
                             Throw away her farm girl life
                           Plans to be a farm boy’s wife .

                        Who would want to see a  city
                           Drink excitement with the witty--
                         Who would want to fly the coop
                        Jump the jump and hop the hoop?

                       Oh-- those biddies dream their nights
                               Of Gwen-stolen guy in tights
                          How he grabs that sly trapeze
                       Sails the tent with cat-stealth ease.

                              Me--I wish that girl the best
                           Hope she’s happy and the rest
                                  Wish I had the guts to run
                              Find out what is west of sun

                                 But I’d rather read about it
                          Let the others scream and shout it
                                  When I think about her daring
                                 I envy her for not despairing

                                  May her dearest prayers come true
                               And her skies flash starlight blue
                               Hope the circus shapes her life
                                 Wilder than a cardboard wife.


Victoria Anderson-Throop
09/13/2012


Details | Free verse | |

The Window Glass

Looking at the window glass 
the reflection began to appear
Ever slowly I could see
the looking girl was me 
Behind me in a long long line 
others began to show 
Each one awaiting for their turn 
to see what they could see 
I took my time and really looked 
and saw a second me
Now this one's who I really am 
not who I used to be 
The first one's light was fading fast 
gone before the looking glass 
I grabbed the girl and pulled her through 
she's who I want to be 
There's love and peace etched in her face
The old one's gone she's been replaced 
to look no more into the glass 
I've found my life it's here at last


Details | Free verse | |

Just To let You Know

I’ve eaten the chocolates you brought last night
   in the box that was prettier then the taste of the candy
 
   oh… 
forgive me, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful
 
   but... 
I’m not that kind of girl you know 
  one who is bribed by roses and Whitmans 

   nor...
am I likely to fall for fluid practiced lines
  meant to make a girl swoon and fall in love 
for a careless hour of your time
  with your hungry, shallow anticipations…
of removing my pearls and chemise
 
  you know…
the one who waits with excited expectations
  for your silvery seductions...
just yearning to be seduced 
  by your lover boy’s touch
 
  or …
for a midnight tryst 
  that ends before it even begins
 
  oh yes... 
I see your majolica, opaque heart 
  It reveals the opacity of your dull mind 
 
  nay,...
you interest me not 
  my heart rises to the golden boy
the one who laughs with his eyes
 
  and...
he really does see me with his heart
  the one who listens- who knows the color of my eyes 
he spends $1 on my favorite kind of licorice

  not… 
$20 for a meaningless box of chocolates or…
  roses meant only to impress
 
he's the one who learns quickly 
  he really wants to know things about me
those little endearments…
 
  you know...
like what my middle and last names are
  he knows and sees what I have to offer
it will be appreciated by a true heart 

for I am not an empty headed
  young, seductress 
  waiting...
to sweep you off your feet 
with empty lines and ploys 

  no...
I am not that she 
  who expects fancy gifts 
unloading your checkbook of it's contents
  putting out her soul for sale

  no...
I'm not some plastic Tinker toy 
  you put together and then pull apart
 
  so… 
I think I’ll just wait until he comes along
  If not…
when I’m alone I’m happy 
  the smell of the dogwood
their fragrance in the breeze
  I’m okay with just being me


Details | Rhyme | |

living in a dream world

you were there
and so was i
you in youre world and me in mine
yet somehow we werent there at all
and our worlds were just to small
together we would unite
leaving our old worlds behind
creating a new worlds together
one that we would share forever and ever
now here we are
as we have and always will be
in a world that we created
for only you and me
no longer in our own worlds 
but in our dream world


Details | I do not know? | |

Afraid to Care

I see a girl and I ask myself,
	Isn’t she a beauty?
But I’m reminded of a scare.

I see that girl and I wish to myself,
	What a picture we’d be.
But I just don’t dare.

I see that girl and I tell myself
	To try and see,
But I’m afraid I’ll care.

I see the girl and berate myself,
	Tell her of me.
But I’m afraid to bare.

I see that girl and I ask myself,
	What does she see?
And I wish I could share …


Details | Free verse | |

Inner conflicts

Trees are falling down in my world.
The sun has gone down and it's not hot anymore. 
The season is winter.
I find more and more that the dark side is speaking to me in tongues.
She wants me to be bad and lean over to her. 
I am in a tug of war match.
But I don't want to be.

I run screaming into the church to forgive me for I have sinned. 
I ask them to wash away my unpure thoughts. 
But than I remember that were all human.
I am allowed to make a mistake.
I leave a paper trail of my regrets and I detest littering. 
I am hopelessly in love.
I am hopelessly in lust.
But the bottom and the top of my heart
belongs to the one that I have fallen for.
 
She owns my heart.
She owns my eyes. 
She has the ability to make me cry.
The daggers she throws I deserve them I know.
So I take them as punishment for my lustful thoughts.
Home is where the heart is and my heart is with her.
She will never realize how sorry I truly am.

In these last couple of months I have devoured her trust.
I never realized how big of a part I would play in destroying us.
"I will never hurt you" people say that and that's the biggest lie.

We hurt unconsciously. We hurt without even meaning to. 
We leave little stab wounds every so often.
We run off and leave each other bleeding everyday.
People are not afraid to hurt their afraid of the outcome.
Death, loneliness, prosecution. 
People will lie in love until the world is ending.
 
I sincerely meant it when I said I never thought I'd hurt her.
When I told her that I would be different.
I will never say those words to anyone again. 
I won't promise that I won't do it again. 
After all humans were created from eve's great mistake. 
I craved the apple but I never did taste.

I looked in the mirror and I barely recognize my own face.
This girl I see she said many things.... 
She didn't keep up with the many promises she made.
But this girl she is still learning the rules to this game.
She sucked at life just like she sucked at chess. 
At the age of twenty and three she is not done 
growing yet. 


Details | Narrative | |

TRAPPED IN THE FOG

Can somebody please explain to me?
Why is it that she hates what she sees?
A seemingly perfect life
She is forced to hide behind a smile
Scared to face the truth
With a glance in the mirror, she doesn’t recognize her own reflection
A young girl’s view so distorted she feels so lost
Terrified to disappoint, she forces herself to smile
The girl trapped inside, so desperate to break free
And with every passing moment, the beauty inside begins to fade
It fades further and further away
She has lost herself
So desperate to belong, yet she is unable to move on
Unaware of the damage she has caused, she lives in a dream
She is trapped in the fog
She continues to live her seemingly perfect life
Never showing the fear
Never showing the pain
Never showing the tears, she hides from herself
Her reality is one where the truth can no longer be found
Why is it that no one can see the beauty of the girl trapped inside?
Why it is that no one can see that this girl is me??


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The House That Holds My Little Girl Soul

The house that holds my little girl soul
Drifts farther and farther away
The woman I am must now move on
But a piece of me wants to stay

Isolated in my memory
Is the farm house of my youth
Locked inside are joys and pains
Fantasy mixed with truth

The light shines bright from my bedroom window
While a storm brews inside and out
The wheat shafts dance as the wind blows
There is no going back, there is no doubt

I see the little girl that once was me
Standing and watching it fade
I am not sure that she can plainly see
The suffering that was on parade


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Trinidad girls

Trinidad girls

Meet a girl in Trinidad
She like to eat plenty pepper
But if you see the girl  
 She sweet like sugar

She likes to sing
And she can dance for so
She likes to go shopping
Gulf city and San Fernando

And she has a lot of respect 
The girl is pure class
She says good morning 
To every one she past

She likes to make chow
With half ripe mangos
And every Sundays with her mother
To the movies they always go

I seen a lot of girls in America
From the east coast to the west
But I have to tell you
Those Trinidad girls are the best

The Mexican girls are to feisty
Some does cuss for so
When ever they look at me
I just bend my head and go

The American girls are pretty
 Drive around in their fancy cars
And almost all of them
Looks like famous movie stars

But some girls live in McDonalds
Them complains how they’re over weight
So they orders a diet coke
But the same food on their plate

The girls them from England
They are a little to cold
It will take a really hot fire
To try and warm their soul

There are some nice ones
You will find them in a bunch
Walking down London
Eating fish and chips for lunch

But I am a true trini
Like my roti and tomato
I like the old fashion girls
From Trinidad and Tobago

A girl picks cloths from the line
Fold and packs in a heap
Clean the front and back yard
Them go and take asleep

She boy friend don’t have much money
But he treats her very kind
In the evening they goes to naz cuisine
And have a very good time

Some girls are down to earth
Don’t like the glam and fame
That’s the kind of girl
I want to carry my last name

Please don’t get me wrong
Girls are beautiful all over the world
But some thing about them Trinidad girls
Is like mystery waiting to unfold


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Girl power

Today girls are so different
A lot of mix attitudes
Some are so nice and friendly
And then some are so very rude

I tell one girl how she pretty
She told me to go to hell
Then I did a little observation
And the results now I would like tell

Some girls are so shy
They won’t even show their face
And some think they are so sexy
Only dress in leather and lace

Then some girls are so sad
They will only share their sorrow
And when the attractive girls passing
All the guys will start to follow

Some girls can think they are weak
And have no confidence within
Then the bullied girls feel like losers
And think they just can’t win

But when god created woman
He gives them unimaginable powers
Women can be strong like a mountain
And still beautiful like a bunch of flowers

Women has powers to make peace
And the ability to start a war
For when a man loves a woman
He would do anything for her

Some girls just like to be alone
And will do everything on their own
Some girls are so chatty
They will live on the phone

Some girls can be suicidal
And don’t want to be here tomorrow
Then there is the selfish girl
Whose heart is so shallow?

When a girl is embarrass
She wishes for a place to hide
And you will know the naughtily girls
They are ones who lost their pride

The adventurous girls
are the ones who is out and about
And the victimize girls
They stop and no longer go out

Some girls are tomboys
will see them falling off a swing
And the slutty girls well?
They will just have a one night fling

and the rejected girls
walking around feeling empty
And then the lazy girls
they are always feeling sleepy

But what ever types of girls there is
Their powers will have no end
A lot of guys will hate me for saying this
But women is more powerful than men


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A LITTLE GIRL'S VIEW

 I was going on a vacation with my family one day,
 We thought we would head down Louisiana way.

 It was great being with my wife and daughter, 
 Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water.

 It struggled to get to the beach we were on,
 When we looked again, it seemed to be gone.

 But it was there, floundering on the beach,
 Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach.

 All of them were strewn on the beach so far,
 Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar.

 The sand which I knew should have been pristine,
 But the vision we saw was a totally different thing.

 The waves that approached were black with goo,
 Carrying more dead and dying creatures too.

 "Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said,
 "Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"!

 "But why are they dying?", she said to me,
 How could I explain about the oil from BP?

 "There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I,
 My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry.

 I tried to explain that man uses so much oil,
 He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil.

 "Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!"
 "I know", I said, "We just haven't tried".

 "I will try harder to not use oil", she said,
 "Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!"

 I held her close and wiped her tears,
 Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years.

 "I'll try too", I said to her,
 Not wanting to see this again occur.

 So I've made a pact with myself to be,
 Less OIL dependent so that others may see.

 If I have to walk a little more than so be it,
 It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret.

 Pehaps we could all take a stance,
 And with Big Oil, not take the chance.

 For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix,
 Then the environment is always in for a fix.

 But we can change, adapt, and try to help out,
 By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout.

 We had to come home early because of the spill,
 Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill.

 So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go,
 Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know.

 Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes,
 Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies.

 I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run,
 Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!


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Caught Up In The Rock And Roll Game


Don’t get caught up in the game 
Don’t get caught up in the fame
It will drive you insane
It’s only you to blame 
When you get caught up in the game*Refrain: 


Because you walk through the crowd
They all know your name
The road twists and twists
 With a surprise each turn
Try to stay above it all or you’ll soon learn
 That the eyes looking in are hungry for your blood
Don’t mistake it for the love
Cause they all want a piece 
Of the music, rhythm, and soul
They love the Rock n Roll
Then there’s the girl who writes the rhymes  
Loves the love and soon you’ll find
Her spirit is so real and her sex appeal
I know you feel 
The fire that burns from the words she writes to you
It’s a powerful heat that makes your heart feel new
She loves the melody you put in her soul
It warms her heart, it makes her whole
Her spirit soars so high 
When you look into her eyes
The fire is so hot between the girl and this rock n roll guy               

Don’t get caught up in the game
Don’t get caught up in the fame
It will drive you insane
It’s only you to blame
When you get caught up in the game


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What Do You See

I found this old poem while helping to clean out a house that was vacant. I hope you 
don't mind that I didn't write it but it was too awesome not to post. Enjoy--------
          

                                   What Do You See

What do you see, nurses? What do you see?	
What are you thinking when your looking at me? 
A crabby old women, not very wise.
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.
When you say with your loud voice, "I do wish you'd try."
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
and forever is losing a sock or a shoe.
Who unresisting or not lets you do as you will.
When bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what your thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse, your not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I drink at your bidding, as I sit at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother.
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at 20. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows I primised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own.
Who need me to build a secure happy home.
A women of 30, my young now grow fast.
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At 40 my young sons near grown will be gone.
But my man stays beside me to see I don't mourn.
At 50 once more babies play round my knee. 
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look to the future and shudder with dread.
For my young ones are busy rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm an old women now and nature is cruel.
It's her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There now is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells.
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and loving life over again.
I think of the years, all the few--gone to fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurses, open and see.
Not a crabby old women, look closer,  see ME.

This poem was found among the effects of a patient who died at the Oxford
University Geriatric Service in England. Author is unknown.


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This Is It

The new chapter. The new chapter of my life.

A happy, healthy chapter…the one that I deserve.

I searched deep within myself, and finally found the nerve.

The nerve to move on...

The nerve to forget…

About the past, about the pain, and all of the regret.




I am not the person I once was…. for this is my new start.

I am no longer the girl with a broken home, a broken heart.

I am now the girl with a bright future of love, happiness and success;

So now is it time to go out, and buy a new dress?

Because my old clothes just don’t fit like they once did…

So now, they hang as ghosts of the girl that I have been.


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Mixed Feelings

You wanna know why I read?
I read because books are my escape.
I read because the friends I have in books are so much truer than the friends I have in real life.
I read because in books I am as breathtakingly beautiful as the heroine in the story and not a one-hundred-thirty-three pound white girl with a black girl’s ass. 
I read because the stories are either so good, I can try to wish myself into them
Or they’re so horrid they make my life look like a fairytale.
You wanna know why I read?
I read because the parents in books don’t yell at me for failing a test that I stayed up until 1 in the morning studying for
Or tell me I’m getting cellulite when its clear that I already hate the way I look.
I read because the little brothers and little sisters in books are adorably hilarious where mine are annoyingly bothersome.
I read because when my nose is in a good book, my mind is where that book is, not in the reality that is my life.
I read because the boys in books are more kind to me than the boys in my classes at school.
You wanna know why I read?
I read because I love to read.
But you wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because reading is shameful in the world I live in.
I don’t read because reading is something tedious, a chore you do simply to make the grade in English.
I don’t read because the stories in books remind me just how much my life sucks.
You wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because every page I turn is another homework assignment not turned in, another failing grade to show my parents.
I don’t read because every time I read I want a snack to munch on, and every time that snack is a chocolate bar I think to myself “You fat, ugly girl, you don’t need that chocolate, you know what they say: a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips.”
I don’t read because what boy wants a girl whose prince charming is not ever going to show up on her front porch with a dozen roses and a devastatingly handsome smile?
You wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because every time I finish a book that was a new obsession, I have to find one just like it and there never is one.
I don’t read because when the hero dies, so does a piece of my heart.
I don’t read because every book I read just reminds me that I’m the freak brainiac of my class, and that’s all anyone sees when they look at me.
I don’t read because the perfect characters in books make me hate my imperfect self.
I don’t read because I hate to read.


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one day in trinidad

One day in Trinidad

Was with my brother
Down in San Fernando
See a girl walking up the street
From the store window

And I ask roger
If he knows her
And when we came out side
She was already in a car

Then she looks at me 
As the car drives away
Couldn’t get her of my mind
Thought of her the whole day

And roger  say don’t worry
We will try to find her
You full the tank with gas
And I will drive the car

So we start from princess town
 Thru Claxton Bay /Pointe-a-Pierre
We reach all the to St. Mary's / Waterloo
But the girl was no where

Who is this mystery lady?
I am looking for in Trinidad
 Don’t even know her name 
But want to meet her very bad

Roger say lets call we Cousin Julie
She know people from Couva to Caratal
She ask we how the girl look
Then say boy I don’t know her at all

Stop and drink some coconut water 
Then drive up to Port of Spain
Pass thru Maracas Bay/Santa Cruz
But we didn’t see her again

Who is this mystery lady?
Some where in Trinidad
Don’t even knows her name
But still I’m feeling sad

From St. Ann's/Cascade/Mon Repos
To debe/penal/ Barrackpore 
From maracas/st.joseph/lopinot
But we never see her no more

So we when to mayaro beach
Beautiful day with the sky so blue
We stop to buy some doubles from a girl
And you will never guess who

Now having bee’s ice cream couple years after
She laughs when our baby mess her blouse
We been married two years now
And having bar be que by Julie’s by house


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Just One Drink

What did she say when you told her you still loved me?

Did she turn away or try to disagree

Did you think about her or how she would be?

No you were only thinking about me.

 

She stands there now, all alone

Facing her fears of the unknown

Turning her head on what she's once known

Realizing now, she's on her own

 

With no one around to help her choose

She stands her ground, not ready to lose

Her head held high while hearing the news

To accept her fate, she must refuse

 

She tries and tires with all her might

To win you back every night

She has no plans to give up the fight

Any hope is out of sight

 

Her heart is now filled with hatred 

Will all the love that you desecrated

With just that one sentence that you stated

Her entire life is now dated

 

Did you ever stop and try to think,

Just how far she would sink?

How close she was to the brink?

Or how it could all end with just one drink?

 

Just one drink to end all the pain

Just one little sip to break the chain

Just one to do the job, to her disdain

Just one and she will die in vain. 

 

You don't even care to attend her funeral

To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel

How could you be such a fool?

You don't even know of the fire you've fueled. 

 

You come to my door and ring the bell

You send thousands of messages to my cell

Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell

But for all I care you can just go right on to hell 

 

I don't want you anymore you Silly boy

I am no longer your stupid little toy

As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy

Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. 

 

I am my own person without you

I no longer rely on your every move

I am no longer clueless on what to do

I know now I can move on to someone new.

 

As for the girl that you threw aside

I hope you think of her every time you cry

You're the whole reason that she died

If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side. 

 

She would have loved you the way you love me

But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see

I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea

So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me

 

I hope you drown in your misery

Thank God that sad little girl is finally free

Thank God I knew it was time to flee 

This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.


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Little Refuge

Little girl goes down to the water.
Little girl climbs up the hill.
Little girl wanders in the woods.
Little girl collects little things.

Creatures and curiosities.

Puts them in her pockets.

Skipping and running and playing at hunting.

Now and then she stops, and rests.

Her every heartbeat,
her every breath,
conspires with the fragrant moist air,
the rocks and the trees,
to forget her home.

There she waits before the sunset.

She waits as long as she can.

Oh, how precious is this place.

Her refuge.

To the sea and the hills. . .
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.


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Deceptive Calm

Tonight I'll talk too much and try to and complicate my friends.
Distant conversations, eye contact only now and then.
I try and drown myself in futile disbelief,
Only to be washed ashore by truth here on my computer screen. 

The monsters hand held out, hung me by my own beliefs.
I held on tight, surviving by the skin of my teeth.
I raised my head up high and took a look into your eyes,
Searching for light I embarked into my own demise.

I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. 

Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away. 

Walking the forest whispering to all silent trees.
I can feel the change, and relate to all falling leaves. 
The world bears down and my legs won't seem to stand,
'Guess I'm just arrogant, too stupid to see I've done all that I can. 

I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. 

Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away.


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When a god dies

Up in the clouds the king sits with no one around. His eyes roam to a fro walking the earth day 
and night yet with all his might he does not fathom the joy and happiness of these ants in his 
sight. Their life is short just days in his sight, but still they dream, love, fight, and die. Searching 
for a reason he left his throne. He walked among them and saw them as man; they walked 
upright, used reason and logic as he did. He came to a village a little girl cried I am so hungry, 
my father has died. The great king fed this family of three, but still they knew not the god-king 
he be. When they had ate the girl gave him a hug, the mother cried and bid him good-bye with 
love. This love was a thing he had never felt before, now he understood why they carried out 
their wars. The passion and pride that burns inside: a reason to believe, to fight, and to die. The 
deity returned high to his throne, having felt wanted he now felt alone; immortality looms large, 
it is too much to bear he needed a reason to live for, a purpose to care. The vastness of forever 
ahead no one to love nothing to live for the god-king dies. From his death there is a lesson to 
learn from his life, it is not how long you live but what you live for. Until you have something 
worth dying for you’re not really living


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That Girl in the Corner

Jocks and cheerleaders,
Punks, Goths, and freaks,
Gangsters and thugs,
Nerds, weirdoes, and geeks.

Of all the possible categories,
I belong to none.
I don’t fit into all of them,
Or belong to only one.

I’m just that girl in the corner,
So quiet and content,
I speak mostly when spoken to,
Each word I say well meant.

I’m just that girl in the corner,
To myself, and all alone,
Never wanting to be noticed,
Or to let myself be known.

I’m just that girl in the corner,
Observing the “café crowd,”
So shy and unassuming,
With my head up in a cloud.


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This girl has me in her grasp

Mmm this girl i know
Shes bossy so
For i do not like you
I may be lieing its not true
It may be love
At this moment I cant move 
Your engaging stare has me paralyzed 
Im in you grasp 
How do you know of my love
Its time for a retreat
For that im beat
I need to rewind
My heart is stuck in a bind
Ive never had the feeling
Im going to jump through the ceiling
Can i be this overjoyed
Of this girl ive always tried to avoyed


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Madness

I'm riding the cloud of bright blanket dreams, 
The coconut smoke entwines with the mist, 
The potion of madness in violet streams 
Is carving the urge that I cannot resist. 

The mysteries find me still lying in bed, 
Enjoying the pleasures of drunken grapefruit. 
Just several gulps, and a room painted red 
Will turn to a princess' incredible suit. 

I'm a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate, 
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides 
In the weirdest world I could ever create 
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide. 

A rose with sharp yet invisible thorns 
Will bloom in my gardens in endless July - 
The country of fairies and pink unicorns 
Beneath the enchanting and welcoming sky. 

I trust in the might of the element Earth, 
However, the Air attracts me much more. 
I'm hovering free, and I feel the rebirth. 
This madness is tempting like never before. 

I'm a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate, 
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides 
In the weirdest world I could ever create 
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide. 

I giggle and slap the reality's face, 
I found salvation in madness' embrace. 

I'm a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate, 
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides 
In the weirdest world I could ever create 
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.


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Mirror Image

Mirror Images

When I look at myself in the mirror,
I see what is not there
According to my clothes.

Why has my viewpoint changed?
I have always seen myself,
As being thinner than I really am!

That nasty fat girl is supposed to be gone,
So why has she suddenly returned?
I am not eating as much,
Due to the stress of moving.
But why has the fat girl returned?
I’m confused!!!

The fat girl is not what
God wants me to see.
He would want me to see
The much healthier, thin woman
I am meant to be. 
So why is the 450 pound person, 
Showing up in that mirror on the wall?

Is it because we are moving
Back to where I used to be
Fat and ugly?

Only God knows the answer,
What am I to learn?

                                                   Christine Stout


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Tofu

Whole day in the kitchen
Making my girlfriend favorite dish
I cooking for her tofu
With tomato and salt fish

Tofu is a food can be cook
In so many different ways
She really love it
So I surprising her today

Tofu is made from soybeans
Can absorb flavors of spices and marinades
Is has been a nutritional value
For Asian cuisines for hundred of years

It’s her first time in America
So I want to make it right
With tofu for dinner
Serving under candle lights

I can’t wait to see her smile
When she sees the food I cook
I know she will watch me 
And give me that special look

My girl friend is amazing
To me she means the world
She is more precious than diamond
And the seas full of pearls

I really wish to tell her 
She my heaven on earth
And I mean it from my heart
And I miss her so much it hurt

She told me about tofu
Very popular in western cooking
There is even a tofu festival
Every year they does be celebrating

I have never try tofu
But my girlfriend is very sweet
So what ever she likes 
Bet your dollar I’m going to eat

And I never eat onions
Don’t like how it feels in my mouth
But if she cook it for me
I will eat it all with out a doubt

My girl friend is the best
I’m really in love with her
And she loves tofu
So I will always cook it for her


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Skin deep (part 2)

Is there anyone,
who has it all?
The perfect everything?
The perfect skin,
height, weight,
mind, mentality?
The kind of person,
who has it all.
If so,
is it the ones,
we’ve seen on tv,
magazine covers.
Or is it,
the prom queens,
beauty queens,
or even the supermodels?
Or maybe,
is it someone,
we would never suspect ?
You?
The girl next door,
The girl who takes your order?
 Or maybe even me ?


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Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


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May Day in Oregon

We stumbled out of the professor's house drunk and dazed
Cackling in that conspicuous way about something his wife had said. 
The outdoor air was tight and crisp in contrast with 
The kitchened cat-haired aura of the professor's home
and my companions' eyes glinted in the reflection of slick streets and sweaty moon.
New flares of laughter and I turned back to see the most beautiful girl 
Sprawled face-up on the sidewalk,
Her lilac tutu once gaudy now rendered lyrical when placed on misty cement.
She rose and we trudged onwards, shattering the suburban night
With shouts about Boston, hidden summertimes, and pending separations. 
The most beautiful girl shone unaware of sticky leaves clinging to her tutu
But I said nothing, for tomorrow would bring blinding desert and crushed-leaf memories
And I needed to save words (and leaves) on this last night of being broken with strangers 
Like this most beautiful tutued girl
Who saved me far more than any other had dared under this indifferent moon.


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Trinidad boys

Trinidad boys


Have a guy in Trinidad
He says he’s a ladies man
So I ask him to tell me how
t very slow so I can understand

He has on a polo shirt
And Michael Jordan sneakers
He driving a Toyota
He just put in some new speakers

He sees a girl passing
So he stand up watching she
And when leave and gone
He said boy that girl was marking me

He said say he takes a girl to kentucky
And he not a shame to talk
Spend all he money, put she in taxi
And said your love will make me walk

So I ask my brother lights
If he have plenty girls in usine
Lights say the only girls he has
Is the ones in them magazine

He say he have the talks for the girls
And it sweeter than honey
All them girls does fall for he
Although he don’t have no money

But still nobody ever see him
With a girlfriend anytime
They he have lots of women
But all of them in his mind

Trinidad produces some saga boys 
And they spread out around the world
Using their home ground sweet talk 
On some pretty young girl

I myself use some sweet talk
And it smooth like silk
But if you don’t know how to use it
It could spoil like milk

Trinidad has some saga boys 
And they are world class
They see a girl coming round the corner
Before she even past

And every country in the world
You must see a saga boy Trinidadian 
And I bet if you see him
He looking to sweet talk some woman


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The little girl

The little girl who wasted years
Ignoring precious time
Has given love a second chance
By mending what's inside
And thus by healing her broken heart
Two were saved to find
A friend they lost, far out of sight
But never out of mind
And the  little girl with an empty hand
Now holds her mother's tight
Free to talk about the pain 
Of time that passed them by

And though the years once lost are gone
It's now that holds the key
It's not how many seasons change
But time before we leave
To tell the ones we love the most
With measured time to share
For a fleeting life, comes and goes
But love's forever there,
Was a lesson learned by the little girl
Who closed her heart one day
But given to so very few
A second chance to say
That love is now between us
The wall's been taken down
The daughter's found her rightful place
Beside her mother now

Kevin D. Fix





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MY MUSE (an assault)

Once again I find you writing lines on someone you barely know.
What is it that you wanted, calling out to me in such a late hour?
Like the boy who cried wolf, you are! You got some nerve girl thinking you can turn to me
asking me to forget !
Last time you drag me out in the heat, under the blazing sun of July telling me it’s worth
all the fuss and trouble.
And I said, ‘What the hell! Maybe it is so.’
This time is raining and you’re doing it again, only this time you ain’t even sure
yourself. What is it that you want girl? I got no answers for you. 
And I’m tired of your melancholy moods.
And of all your smoking.
And your dreamy gazing out the window.
And your long silences.
And of those goddamn mushy songs you keep listening to.
Look at all these lines you’ve written, lying flat in their backs flooding the place up,
reeking of rain and smoke. 
It’s like a goddamn minefield in here, everywhere I step a thought goes ‘bang’ and before
you know it more lines! Words following words forming long grey lines, lying there deaf
and dumb, and for what?
I’ll tell you what for! For no reason at all!
It’ll do you no good, your catatonic prose and poetry. It never did.
And you better ram those popping thoughts of yours right down where they came from, cause
they’re driving me nuts! Sprouting all over the place spreading like a poisonous ivy,
making my skin itch like hell!
I’m done talking to you girl and if you don’t get your act together, that’s the last
you’ll ever hear from me!
I’m going to bed now so keep it quiet, you hear?


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Dream Predictions

Do you believe dreams are by random chance?
Or can they tell you something in advance?
I've had a few dreams that came true.
Is this only me, or has it happened to you?

A few weeks ago, I dreamt a that girl I like a lot got a diamond ring.
Later I saw on facebook, she was engaged and planning her wedding.
A while back in my sleep I saw a white car and one side was rammed in.
My brother called that afternoon, saying someone ran a red light and hit him.

I only bring it up because it happened again today.
One of my good girl friends called and had something to say.
She said I'm pregnant and want you to be the Godfather, will you?
I said yes, then remembered last night I saw her with not one, but two.

She went on to say, “I get the best of both worlds, its a boy and a girl.”
“I'm having twins,” my head got light and the room started to swirl.
I know I'm not Nostradamus, but there has to be an explanation.
Or maybe I'm just going crazy and need a vacation.

I hope I hear some similar things from you,
and if not, I don't know what to do.
I don't think I'm going crazy, my life is quite boring, 
and all the voices I hear in my head are usually just snoring.


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The girl

The first time see the girl
Ah want to meet her family
Going to get a diamond ring
Don’t care how much it cost me

Went to ask her to get marry
But she did not say no or yes
What she up and tell me
No body will ever guess

She said she want a job letter
To see with my weekly salary
And she want it notarize 
Don’t bring a fake letter for she

She ask about my past girlfriends
And if they have any child for me
She don’t want a man
With an outside family

She ask if I have a big house 
And the street that we live 
And after she sees my bank book
Then answer she will have to give

So I went home and say
Mom we have to rebuild the house
And call the exterminator
To kill all them rats and mouse

And I send my friend romantic dude
To buy some cement and sand
And ask D_illusionist and raj 
To come and give us a hand

Now I gone back with my job letter
That shows my weekly salary
I working for 27.50.an hour
And that is a lot of money

So I when and give her
All that she asks me for
You know this girl turn around
And tell me she want some more

She wants to know my doctor 
To get a medical history
And she wants the phone number
So later she could call he

She said she needs a loving man
With a nice house and money
But that will be no use to her 
If he come and give her H I V

She ask if I bring my bank book
And if I have my pass port
And she knows I have no arrest
She father working in the court

Now she have me thinking 
Yes I start to think twice
Is this a beautiful woman?
Or is she a block of ice

But still I said to myself 
Take it easy the girl looking good
You will have the nicest girl
In the whole Neighborhood

Then she says man does like to lie
And think they have too much brain
So if I think she’s stupid
She not trusting no man again

Then she ask me to bring my priest
She wants to conduct an interview
And after six months probation
She will see what she can do

They say that love is blind
Well brother today love can see
I take my diamond ring
And ran and jump in a taxi

I’m sorry for the next guy 
Who try to marry her
And mark my words when I tell you
Many will run away very far


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Onoins

I never did like onions
Or how it feels in my mouth
Try it once when I was small
But then quickly spit it out

I never did try it again
And I say that I never will
And so many years has past
haven’t change my mind still

When I got to buy fast food
I will always say before 
No onion and mayo please
Then ill double check for sure

But love make we do funny things
Especially when your love is true
The girl I love says, she love onions
And I said OMG I love it to

When you really love someone
There’s nothing you wouldn't do
You will sacrifice anything 
To show Your love for them is true

At that time I wasn't thinking
Guess I put my foot in mouth
Now I spend the whole day thinking
Of a way for me to get it out

I have to go by her this Sunday
To meet she mother and father
And if everything goes well
I plan to give her a ring after

But she said her father is a chef
From a long line of generation
And when he cooking food
He does use a whole lot of onion

Onions are one of the worlds 
Most popular vegetable,
And she father cooking Sunday
So I feeling very uncomfortable

Sit down at the table
He really cook allot of food
He put a lot of onions
So my fear for it got renewed

Comes time for dinner now
I ask for paper plate
Then I start picking out 
The onions to make separate

They all quiet watching me 
Waiting for me to explain
Trying to think of something fast
And idea comes to my brain

So I say to enjoy my onions
I have to be home watching TV
So I taking this home with me
To eat while watching C.S.I, Miami

Later that night told my girl friend
I don’t like onions I’m sorry
She said you do all the for me
So she drop a big kiss on me


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lagoon

 

  
A Shallow body of water 
 Separated from the ocean 
People comes to Venice 
Hoping to find love fill emotions
  
He drives a gondola 
With lovers from every where 
So many Private conversations 
He can't help but overhear 
  
There was a couple 
 Got married this afternoon 
They were having ice cream 
Under a full new moon 
  
But today he's with another girl 
Sailing down the lagoon 
Hugging and kissing 
will go to his wife very soon 
  
There are so many rides 
Fill with love and adultery 
On the lagoon of Venice 
Only a gondolier can see 
  
So many comes here 
Looking for love that's true 
Hoping to find happiness 
So their life's can become new 
  
There was a girl from Trinidad 
Who was alone on the lagoon? 
 She meet a guy from New York 
They found love that afternoon 
  
A couple came from England 
Looking for what had disappear 
They lost their love in London 
And are hoping to find it here 
  
It's just a lagoon 
But a place of love   
And people comes hoping to 
 Find what they been  dreaming of 
  
Some will find love to day 
Some might find it tomorrow 
Some love you will get to keep 
And some you can just borrow 
  
So many comes to this lagoon 
Waiting for love to starts 
Not knowing they already have it 
If they look in their hearts 
  
 Love can happen anywhere 
On the land, skies and sea 
But when true love comes 
The Lagoon is where some hope to be 
  
Across the universe 
Under the sun or the moon 
People are falling in love 
On a beautiful lagoon


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son of a gun

Son of a gun


Wake up this morning
Just laying there in bed
The sun came thru the window
Pulls the sheet over my head

Don’t have a job again
 The factory close the doors
We all lose our wages since
 George bush start those stupid wars

Now he is in Texas
A triple billionaire
And my bills are piling up 
But what the hell does he care

Ran out of coffee, this morning 
Just my dumb luck
Maybe will go to McDonalds
And get a coffee for a buck

Then my girl friend calls me
And my stress just went away
When ever I hear her voice
It always bring sunshine to my day

And I wonder why she never 
Take her love and run
Then I said to my self 
You’re one lucky son of a gun

Call the record company
Ask if they got my demo
The girl on the phone says, no
No kindness in her voice just plain, no

I think she was very rude
Maybe she’s having a bad day
Some times you’re in a good mood
And someone just takes away

So I went in to Bips deli
Going to play some quick draw
Went in with a twenty
And was broke when I walk out the door

Use the .ATM in ShopRite
Got some ice cream French vanilla
Going to watch the twilight movie
I like to see that girl Bella

Then my girl friend 
Surprise me and came over 
Now we are having ice cream
And watching twilight under the cover

And I wonder why she never 
Take her love and run
Then I said to my self 
You’re one lucky son of a gun


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The Girl Next Door

I peek out the window looking for a glimpse
while hiding as I don’t want to be seen
And I fantasize about the girl next door
and I wonder what my actions mean
I sit and dream watching others come and go
all the while sitting in my chair
Though I once had the courage to go speak to her
I’m now afraid and it’s not fair
I have a drink and light a smoke
and watch this girl next door
and I wonder well what could happen if I just said hi
and the answer makes me hide some more
I chastise myself for being weak
as I sit and write out my feelings in prose
When in my mind I’m walking over to her
and introducing myself with a rose
But that’s not what I do as I seldom mingle now
and my neighbors think me a terrible bore
And right they may be and though here I still sit
I dream of talking to the girl next door


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Sugar coat

This pain in my heart 
goes far beyond my pout 
I'm in need of a drainage 
that's how deep the bleeding 
in my soul is raining
I used to be a nice girl
Now I'm the statistic

I never knew how far 
the transmorphication had gone
until I saw the disappointment
in my mother's eyes
It showed me I was less loved
They flickered cold and sad
When they rested upon me 
As if she remembers 
the daughter she once had
I'm disappearing and it's quite sad

I remember what I used to be 
This new girl shall be the death of me
Sin leaked in through open wounds
pretending to soothe 
I trusted it's deceit
I liked what evil was doing to me
Such power oh what a rush
never seeing that inside I was changing

God no longer laid any fingers on this
future delinquent that I was becoming
the shimmer in my eyes went out 
like two dead light bulbs 
and I barely survived the struggle
Before I realized how deep 
the devil had pulled me under

I know now that I need my mother
I'm not gonna sugar coat the pain
cause life isn't candy it's demanding 
and it can turn a good girl out
Like pimps do to their prostitutes 
and I wonder everyday if I will continue to sway
I grow numb thinking about what 
will happen if I don't make a change


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Trade

I look at your face, and I see:
A smile and a shy.
A girl and a grin.

I look at your hair, and I see:
A wave and a wish.
A cat and a crest.

I look in your eyes, and I see:
A twinkle and a tear.
A sparkle and a sad.

I look for your love, and I see:
Afraid and a friend.
A trade and a trend.

I look at your life, and I see:
A laugh and alone,
And a boy who's your own.

I look at my face, and I see:
A smile and a grin.
A girl and I'm shy.

I look at the sea, and I hear:
A wave and a crest.
A cat and a wish.

I look through my eyes, and I see:
A twinkle in the sand.
A sparkle in a tear.

I look for your love, and I seem
Afraid of a friend.
I trade for amends.

I live for your look, and I see:
A laugh on your own,
And a boy who's alone. 


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A Girl and a Bullet

My eyes grew wide every time I saw her pass on by


I knew that when I was done with her people would question why


Everyday I would watch her walk, heading for her train


I would fantasize, myself with her, the remnants down the drain


I knew her smile, her step, her walk, the pretty ribbons in her hair


I would risk it all, for her I would, I had but not a care


One day good God, alas my girl, I saw her with a suitor


I wrung my hands in worry now, perhaps it’s but a tutor


Day after day, my girl and that man, it was hell indeed


My plan must change; I thought to myself, this is what I need


My fixation for her continued on, it consumed my every hour


How could I get her alone, with me, if I only had the power


My madness continued alone one day, having my race nearly run


I left my home, a purchase in mind and brought home a gun


I watched my girl that final day, walking to her train


I put the gun to my head, pulled the trigger 


and emptied out my ……


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Freedom's Song O' Joy

I sing a song O' joy
For antiquated times
O' how the people did fly...

Searching the starry skies
Listening for the babes cry
Still, sing I must O' joy...

Liberty frees girl and boy
Father's search the nights
A new mother soon sighs...

Viewing contemptible lies
Tearing at our young’s lives 
Yet, we sing the songs O ‘joy

Liberty’ freed girl and boy
As we hear the babes cry
A tear is shed from mine eye

Once as girls and boys so forlorn
Now as men and women 
Standing tall and strong

O‘ joy, we‘re singing -- Freedom’s Song
All eyes are on the prize
Because the people did fly…
We sing your song O’ Joy


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Fly

my life was dull,boring and a choir. 
From the state I was born I no longer adored

I was the girl who knew exactly what she wanted, with dreams fulfilled, her 
happiness was still haunted.

Born from the parents of regal perception,
all through her life she maintained a honest connection

There was still something else that she long for, 
her dreams,ambitions and goals,
she didn't long for any more

The wild side of her heart began to long for a new start, a new adventure
She constantly maintained her strength,looking for a sign to be sent to her

Filled with depression,sadness and anxiety-
forcing her to live life as a perfect society

She'll take the leap,go for the chance.lose control-
without a second glance 

Back home Friends and family mocked her,told her she'd never succeed
She paid no attention,continued her desire...her internal need

Now This daddy's girl sets out in the big city
she's got too much pride to except any pity

she gets bumps and bruises along the way
but her stanched determination won't let her sway

She's been hustled,conned, and just made a fool of
never lost site that it was really the journey she love
At times broke,down and out and even no lights
under the sign of the bull,she wont give up the fight

I'll take on this city and it abuses she said
defeat is not an option,get that notion out of your head.

Think mom and dad will be proud of the life i lead
invisible war wounds of the city is what she'll bleed

Is there no one I can trust,lean on in this time of hour
Hell No,man up,show you have strength like fist of power   

 This story will end up good, not like others you've heard
for certain only my success will be the last word

I won't reveal the whole story, just know that I win
I betcha they wont forget me....but rather remember me till the end.


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PRIORITIES

Name brand designer clothes: Gucci, Fendi,
L.-V, Versace, Prada, and more. Name brand 
things is what she adores. So what ! She can
not pay the rent . It's not the neighbors business 
that the lights and water are turn off.
  This is why the kids are at her mothers house.
Don't get it twisted this girl is not lazy or crazy.
Her priorities are all mixed up. She claims that
she works a job; that doesn't pay enough.
  This girl desires a lifestyle she can not afford.
Her Lexus was repossessed yesterday, and 
she feeln' somewhat gray.
She rides the bus without any fuss. Remember-
ing  the conversations of her friends.The abund
ance of things don't mean  anything . When your
kids go without ; and you're  put out of your house.
name brand things are nice in their proper place.


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I Wish I Had a Happy Story to Tell

I wish I had a happy story to tell
I wish it were the color of orange blossoms
I wish my body were not my jail
I wish…I wish I had a happy story to tell

I love him
So I let him grab my wrist 
As he led me away
I love him I told myself again
I was struggling to keep up as he
Was dragging me to my feet
You see I had let myself fall
I must have lost my balance
When he slammed me against the wall
I love him
I wanted to believe
But my tears kept me from seeing
His weight kept me from breathing
And his hand kept me from screaming
So I yelled instead in my head
That I loved him
My body pressed against the bed
I love him
How ironic I had worn
A pretty white dress
For a pretty white mess
I had not imagined that this would be my end
But I love him I told myself again
And as his knee bruised my inner thigh
My voice was lost within a cry
He’d forgotten to undo his belt
So I took the opportunity to yell
And for a moment I could not see
As if a hot cup of water had been poured over me
I began to drown in it
But then I found in it
Not the water he chose
But instead a broken nose
I love him, now harder to believe
Please don’t 
I mouthed a silly symphony
Please don’t 
Was my silent soliloquy 
Please don’t 
And then it was as if the world were in slow motion
I saw every emotion
Run through his face
As he pushed me away
Could it be that he was setting me free
Unused just as before
I lay crumpled on the floor
And saw his iron boots heading to me
He stood there – the embodiment of all my fears
Careful to avoid my puddle of blood and tears
He said nothing but stood over me
And with one swift kick
He destroyed everything that was left of me
Then he walked out the door
Down the hall
And far away
Leaving behind in his wake
A girl so useless
Not even a proper victim for a rape
But that girl is gone now
She has been replaced
By another with a stronger face
A louder growl
And quite a bite
One who will always put up a fight
Until she finds that you are worthy
Until you are witness to her glory
Then and only then 
Will she tell you this story





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Memories of a Child

Lying here I awaken to the old familiar dream
As if not there, just an interloper it might seem
I watch a life I no longer recognize yet it seems so real
I envision innocence of the child I see begin to kneel
Whispering a prayer from lips trembling with humility
Love emanates from faith filled words of her reality
Help me father to understand I do not know what I have done
Mommy is so angry I want so badly just to run
I do not want to anger her so please let me see why
I will do all I can to help but please don't let me cry
I need to be a good girl so she will not hate me you see
I want to make mommy happy then maybe she'll love me
Years have gone and still this dream comes back once again
I know now it wasn't me but I didn't know that then
Fear grips me still if anger is about to rear its ugly head
No child deserves to live life with that awful sense of dread
Help is there for every one that wants it to be
I know as I was that little girl praying God would protect me.


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Someone Died Today

  That scary edge of angst
a cold wind blowing through your chest
bare limbs scratching at the window
strangers where your mother used to be
  Someone died today
"wait here!" you heard her say
"I'll be back and it's okay,
close the door ,don't go outside
someone's giving me a ride"
That was yesterday or more
anyway it was before
people came who had the key
they came inside and looked at me
  I ran and hid beneath the bed
the skinny woman turned and said
"leave her there ,for now at least,
she's always been a little beast."
  a spider crawled across my face
I breathed the dust that hung like lace
someone laughed and shut the door
I couldn't hear them anymore
  I knew she wasn't coming home
something cold and quite unknown
crept inside my soul just then
I never was that girl again
  The one who challenged every wave
the wretched sea of mankind gave
the girl who whistled in the dark
who skipped the stones in Central Park
  And she was right when I heard her say
truly,"Someone died today.".


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Loneliest Girl

The loneliest girl thinks into herself 
in dreams of gold soliloquy, 
and knows not of her inner grace 
that pours forth light 
and love at the dawning of new day. 

She drinks the nip from fear's chalice, 
drowns in quicksand of ire 
and realises not her soul 
has spurned the decimating dark 
and torches with relentless fire. 

The loneliest girl has deeper feeling 
within the fetters of her heart 
and knows not her sensuality 
that can lay rule to men 
and rend their mind and flesh apart. 

She weeps and feels unloved, alone, 
steeped in quagmires of distress 
and realises not how much 
her inner beauty craves release 
from prison cells of emptiness...


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That Girl

That girl with the beautiful eyes,
She knows she can get all the guys.
That girl with the long dark silky hair,
When she’s around, everyone has to stare.
That girl with the designer clothes,
She always fly, from hair down to toes.
That girl with her sensuous walk
He fell for her, she didn’t even talk
That girl with the creamy skin
Don’t compete her, she always win
That girl who is high class
All the boys want to hit that...
That girl, chocolate, with a vanilla swirl
Nobody can touch that girl
That girl with the knockout smile
Seeing her makes it all worthwhile
That girl, she turns every head
It’s known how she looks, it’s not even said
That girl who is Prom Queen,
Much rather prefer being unseen.


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Hero

He walked along never looking up to the sky,
eyes constantly placed there on the ground
watching his feet, I suppose, as he trudged along.
Hands in his pocket, never a smile for anyone,
he would walk daily, to where? I don’t know,
yet, he walked each and every day like clockwork.
Was he disrespectful? Never, he just didn’t ever
have a word for anyone, he seemed a loner,
but one day made me see him differently.

She was five years old, playing with a bright pink
ball in her front yard. The ball seemed to have
a mind of its own as it rolled into the street.
He was on his daily walk down this street
when in the corner of my eye I noticed her
venturing into the street to get her new ball.
I wouldn’t get there on time to stop the child as
a woman on her cell phone in her SUV drove
unknowingly toward the innocent child.
He noticed, too, and like a bullet, shot out
between other cars, grabbed her and placed her
safely back on the curb. The child witnessed her
ball explode under the weight of the car and cried.
The girl’s mother came rushing out just in time
to see him walking down the street and she
assumed the worst. She accosted him and accused
him of heinous crimes of depravation and immorality.
He tried to continue to walk but the wall the mother
created was one of unbearable force, until I acted
as he. I came between the cars now and told the 
mother what had transpired and the look on her face
was one of only embarrassment as she picked up
her child and ran quickly into her house. He said 
thank you and walked on, but not before I said 
thank you to him for saving the girl and me,
the girl from physical death and me from a death
of spirit. I continued on my day with a smile on my
face and a love for the world in my heart.


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Life Is...

Life is living and to really live it, love it !

Life is a state of mind. It is there for the taking, man trying to master his own 
universe, choosing his own path and following it.  

Life is oneness with Mother Nature. To wake up early in the morning watching 
the rise of a new day, when the lazy old sun shyly and slowly peeks through 
the clouds, hesitant to do its assigned task. To listen to the chirping  of our 
feathered friends perched on some leaf-covered boughs, uncaring whether 
they are in tune or not.

Life is taking treks down memory lane and remembering moments that give us 
pleasure. Just like the great Casanova, a man who conquered many a woman's 
heart, who once said: "When I consider that what makes me happy in my old age 
is the presence of a memory, I conclude that my long life must have been more 
happy than unhappy. And then I congratulate myself."

Life is giving meaning to any experience whatever it may be. It took a girl to 
turn me down before I was able to fully unburden my soul through a song. Ah, 
thirty years hence, I'm still thanking the girl for having the sense to shut me out 
of her life, in the process turning me into an...accidental songwriter!

Life is the peace you get listening to the strain of a guitar in the still of the night. 
Music is the language of the soul.

Life is soaring over the clouds and looking down at the universe as it unfolds 
before one's eyes. It is the freedom of an eagle peacefully gliding, surveying its 
great domain from way up yonder.

Life is discovering new things and enjoying the delights they offer: a biologist 
finding a new kind of organism, a chemist discovering a new type of compound, 
a physicist uncovering a new page in his quest to explain the forces that govern 
his world, a poet who finds a new way of expressing himself.  Yes, the wondrous 
giggles of a small child as she gets tossed up in the air by an adoring father.

Life is going down on our knees to converse and chat with the Great Spirit, 
debating and quarreling with Him - and yes, cursing Him for some of the wrongs 
in His creation - but at the end of the day, trying to make peace with Him anyway.

Life is surrender. It is the acceptance of the things that we cannot change and the 
willingness to acknowledge our strengths and weaknesses. The ability to laugh 
at our occasional fumblings and failures while balancing them with a healthy 
regard for our achievements however small.

Life is...


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The Soul Searcher

The soul searcher….the chick that tries to make “the connection” with each and every 
brother she meets. She’ll wine and dine, buy the suit and even pay for the room. Yes… 
you are this desperate. Yeah I’m talking to you, sounds bad don’t it girl. Sit on up 
lemme talk to you a minute. You are worth more to yourself, you were born of strong 
black wood like ebony trees. Don’t lower yourself for a man. Let him take you by the 
hand and if he is worthy you accept... And you walk in the right way so that respect may 
be kept… I man doesn’t respect you if he says hello and you jump clean out your panties. 
Maintain some pussycat control girl think before you leap. Sex is not a prelude to a 
beautiful relationship.
 Get to know the man ladies and in this case I use the term loosely. The phrase soul 
mate would imply a connection with a soul- correct me if I’m wrong but when was the last 
time someone told you souls connected thru human genitalia. For goodness sakes take the 
time to get familiar….. with lifestyles, personalities, and families, and if you can’t 
see yourself married to or in the least having children with the man. Jump up and run 
like hell with underwear in hand.  Come on  how is important is  to have  a man that 
loves you if YOU don’t love yourself. Can you say you love yourself right now... I mean 
if you do exercise some restraint. I’m no saint but dang girl your extra curricular 
activities make me tired enough to faint. You can’t buy love or happiness so before you 
whip out the credit card girl…..Whip yourself.