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Details | Free verse | |

In A Meadow


I can feel the breath of violin, upon my face ~ The fluttering wings of fingers playing, 'A Lark Ascending' In sweet release, I close my eyes, and drift away to inner peace ~ All strife takes flight, the music takes me to a meadow growing…. Two clarinets, in soft duet …..are timeless, ageless, knowing I'm standing still, in waving grass, a cello plays a soft breeze blowing I weave and sway…the music plays …a french horn makes sweet love to me As if a lark, I leave the ground, upon the lilting sound, and fly away…
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by the Classical composition, "A Lark Ascending" Composed by Vaughn Williams

Details | Free verse | |

Dear Me

Dear Me,

I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid

swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts

Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die

Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away

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 | Italian Sonnet | |

A Blue Rose Sings

Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.

Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.

Details | Free verse | |

Old Piano Book

Now yellowed with age
a lonely music book,
hidden in every page
old musician dreams

of endless nights passed
struggling with melodies,
lovely trills and arpeggios,
etudes and symphonies;

a sentry keeping watch
over dirtied ivory keys
played and loved once
by souls of olden days;

labors of faceless men
held close to its breast,
strains still remembered
kept deep in the chest;

an old piano book stands
now sullied by the years,
within its torn pages live
dead musician tears.

Details | Acrostic | |

Kiss Me in the Shadows

Keep well away from dark, forbidding dreams --
Instead, stay near the hearth and play your lyre;
Sleep even so will wait on wooden beams,
Seducing you beside your cozy fire.
Meticulous and careful you may be,
Evicting darting shadows with the blaze --
Inside your quiet cottage, patiently,
Night's emissary holds you in her gaze.
The cuckoo calls as midnight church-bells chime;
His warning message echoes from the walls --
Enchanted ears have lost all track of time,
So far from whispered fears as silence falls.
Her chilling hands then rip away your voice,
And images assail your inner eyes --
Denying you the act of conscious choice,
On captive lips she mixes truth and lies.
When sunlight climbs the sky and breaks her spell,
She blows a darkened kiss, and bids farewell.

Details | I do not know? | |

Blood upon Pages

As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla 
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
“turn your lights down low”
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner 
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams 
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun

Details | Free verse | |

Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself

Details | Free verse | |

The Story of Joshua Bell

They don't speak
those walls
only absorb
scraps of life
the stench of urine
lucky pennies
desperate art
and a ringing clamber of voices
that move with every rush of air
down winding subway tunnels
here life collides 
in status
and in thunders
those walls
bear witness 
to many miseries
and many wonders 
on this day
the subway walls
mesmerised by a sight
never seen before
the death of beauty
as it passed thousands
and ignored
skirts, pants, collars, cologne
fingers, slender, darting in a blur
minds, tempers, hellos and goodbyes
music, echoing, not a soul does it stir
man to the intricate beauty of pattern
eyes of passerbys to the empty roundabouts of life
strings snapping with the stress of exertion
ambition, love, expectation and strife
they were all mixed together
in a bowl of concrete walls
they whirled
six of Bach's greatest works
a handcrafted violin
from 1713
played by one of the greatest
in the world
he played incognito
only six people stopped
20 gave him money
and then continued 
to walk
a three year old boy
was drawn 
to the sound
his mother let him 
his eyes wide
and astound
but watches soon tick
and they tick too loud
and they drive 
the crowd forward
as if stopping
is not allowed
Joshua Bell
let his bow fall limp
as the last of his music
was swallowed 
by the whitenoise
of life
and screeching 
metro trains
the only sound 
of applaud
soon stolen
by a new rush of air 
the subway walls
people would find peace
in the thick of life
if only
they would

Details | Free verse | |

Poucha Dass Meditation

I close my eyes 
locked in a millisecond
the moment before the bow 
touches the strings 
where silence has a tremor
and wraps me in darkness 
until I hear its particles 
vibrating against me
the bow wrenches
from the depth of the bass 
a groan from the earth
as if waking a millennia of slumber
the first note
long, rich and haunting
now coming to life 
now ready to speak 
legs crossed and hands limp
pay attention 
to the sources of discomfort
tension in the neck, anxiety in the chest
fatigue in the limbs
heaviness in the core
let this weight sink
pull down through me 
melt through me
let it drag and seep 
through my bones
until it submerges 
into the ground below
transform to roots 
connect me
grow deep into the soil
until the energy is revitalized 
until I am reminded
we grow from this intricate system
no different from the forest and gardens
spreading, connecting, entwining
the earth is booming 
the bass its voice
chanting, singing, commanding 
a mantra in a language I don't understand
but with a pulse
I can feel
and it is telling me
I have all I need
visualize one by one 
sources of emotional exhaustion
with each dredge up the full power 
of all feelings
feelings long suppressed, feelings of fear
allow body and mind to swim 
one last time 
before I breathe in and blow them away
my body is lighter, sitting straighter
a tall blade of grass 
swaying as one
looking across the field 
up to the cliff's edge
and over the sunlit ocean 
taste sweet scent
of wind
stretch to feel 
soft earth
open eyes 
to unending sky
on what it means to be alive. 

Details | Lyric | |

Breezy Jane

The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It blows her pain away
The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It makes everything okay
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

Wondrous windy days ….can take that empty shame
Lifting all the sorrow…..and blowing away the blame
The breeze shall seize her fears…..taking them away
If fallen leaves could speak…. wonder what they’d say 
Before they leave the trees…. to convey a changing way
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

I wonder if the breeze…. could remove strife that way
Making every thing better ….and mixing it with rain
The wind against your skin ….doesn’t seem like much to say
A mighty thought inside…. Procures hope finds its way
Lft your head up to the sky…let wind blow where it may
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane

Details | Free verse | |


I have just scratched the surface of my latent hatred
Of my blind, awe-inspiring, narcissistic, misanthropic, vehement self
In Flames draws it
As, I believe, Nightwish will
There is so much power here, my heart is stone.
But inside, oh how is it acerbic!
Corrosive, burning
It burns! I feel… the burn

It yearns to burst out 
To… to kill
Do I mean that?
No, just thoughts.
Twisted, darkened thought.
Define me?
No, they do not.
The moment I turn this music off
I am out.
I am me.
But, right now, I am king.
A god, DO AS I SAY!
…and leave me be.
Desolate, forgotten.
Anything else is unsatisfactory

So get away.
Get away!
Humans make me weak.
I acknowledge no pain,
only that which you give me

So leave! 
Go, go now! 
...and live.
It is all your fault,
it is all your fault!
My twisted, wretched existence
Bound by darkness,
Bound by rusted iron chains,
to this never-ending life
of pain, of misery, of anguish!
Escape? There is none.
Certainly not by your hand
You are foolish, you are human, and you are nothing.

How could you think us equals? 
Don’t you see me? 
Don’t you see my power?

Details | Lyric | |

Writing Me Softly With His Rhyme

I heard he wrote a good line
That he had flair and style
And as I read his work
That captured me for a while
And there he was, this gray beard
A stranger to my heart

Strumming my soul with his keyboard
Writing my emotions with his heart
Caressing me softly with his rhyme
Caressing me softly with his rhyme
Caressing me softly with his love

I felt all elevated my
Emotions all on fire
I felt that he knew me
Read my thoughts outloud
I prayed he won't leave me
Just keep on caressing me awhile for he was

Strumming my soul with his keyboard
Writing my emotions with his heart
Caressing me softly with his rhyme
Caressing me softly with his rhyme
Caresssing me softly with his love

He wrote poems as if he knew me
In my darkest days
Then he read right through me
Oh! How much I really craved
For he was 

Strumming my soul with his keyboard
Writing my emotions with his heart
Caressing me softly with his rhyme
Caressing me softly with his rhyme
Caressing me softly with his love
Caressing me softly with his l--o--v-e

(This is a take off on the song "Killing Me Softly With His Song". I heard it as an instrumental 
and this just hit me.  It applies to all soupers whose poetry has touched my heart as well as 
some of my well know poets and poetessess.)
Written by: Sara Kendrick

Details | Free verse | |

Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.

So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem

Details | Rhyme | |

The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God

The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  

Details | Free verse | |

The Purest Music

    One fine day as I was traversing the green,
in the last throes of Autumns'  twilight.
I sat upon a flat stone,
overlooking a trilling brook,
to ponder the meaning of life.
As I sat ,and thought,
the soft chimes of music,
from the water spirits,
lulled me into a dream state.
Some where in  that liquid crystal,
stubborn stones are worn smooth,
by the passage of time.
Elsewhere the fluidous mercury,
rushes toward a cleft ,
a water fall.
Bringing forth melodies,
never to be reproduced ,
by mere human hands.
As my lids grow heavy,
I'm awakened by the flash of silver,
denizens ,  
silhouetted by the last rays of the setting sun..
With regret its time to leave,
as I turn to go ,
a misty rainbow is captured ,
by the fading beams of light.
I smile, at peace,
the promise ,
the sun will once again ,
eclipse the horizon.

Details | Rhyme | |

Thoose Nights

Short skirts and worn out lines.
Playing music for a living.
How I'll always miss thoose times.

Bodies so close the dance floor forever bleeds.
Painted faces they never met the person I am 
but they met my needs.  

I gave them a relief from lifes stress.
Taken in plessure sweet are the memories.
Empty bottles clutter the sink.
Apon the chair sits your newest dress.

The stage makes a man more than he does seem.
Sweat of passion.
That razor although deadly still holds a
beautiful gleam.

Thoose nights  call to my heart to this
very day.
To live as pirates.
And love like liars whos words  only

And to thoose whom i've shared.
shattred dreams and stolen reflections.
Please understand  no response  wasnt a message
of how I never cared.

Smoke filled crowded  rooms and watred down
Thoose nights were gold.
No matter how any outsider thinks.

And so your face did illuminate along with that voice.
Thoose nights stayed etched  in my soul.
for to that memorie   I am a prisoner by choice.

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 
     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 

   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 

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 | Free verse | |


Beethoven wrote his version
in sonata-form. But tonight
the Flower Moon throws white petals
all over the hillside, making
silent music, a silver 
chord. Can I, in my reflected
moon-life, hear it full
and whole?

Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

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

Details | Free verse | |

Music and Meditation are Stairways

It' so easy to imagine that a creator would impart To all his creations a bit of himself in each heart When my soul cries out, yearning for connection to the light When words and no earthly love prove enough to console the blight Music and meditation are blessed stairways which lift me upon wings Transporting to a sacred place of worship beyond the worldly strings Where no religion, or walls of stone would affect Subliminal commune of light with light in a deeper respect ~*~
By Annalise Brigham For: Dr. Ram's "Music and Meditation" Contest

Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine

Details | Villanelle | |

What was His Name

Pondering past loves in the dim light of age,
the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged.
The sound of the harmonica swept all around.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged,
I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound.  
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed  
like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze
in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. 
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?


Details | Ballad | |

Rose Hips Lady

Rose hips lady
Your field is ripe
Bury my torn body
In that rain-soaked night

Taste those sweet confessions
On your baby breath
Lift this wounded flag
Into your burning nest

Oh, yes, I will
I will

Rose hips lady
Your field is ripe
Bury my torn body
In that rain-soaked night

Tame the roaring tiger
Never lets you rest
Take my last reward 
From your moonlit breasts

Oh, yes, I will
I will

Daddy’s gone hunting 
He’s gone away
Daddy’s gone hunting
Won’t be back for days

Left you with a lover
Makes a shrine 
Of your skin

Left you with a lover
Takes you down
Roads of sin

Left you all alone 

And the knots cut deep
Through the musk and flesh
Of hot regret
And the love you need
It’s a shadow
Never lets you rest

You release the Beast
From a well that’s wet
You will confess
That the love you need
It’s a shadow
Never lets you rest

Rose hips lady

Details | Ballad | |

Voice in the Night

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Healing words
Made from
Angel heart

Oh, her chocolate whisper
Warm convincing breeze
Oh, her breathy laughter
In the shadow of my need 

Don’t you hear the voice?
Save  you from despair
Don’t you hear the voice?
Sent by ghosts who care

Don’t you hear the voice?
Rises like a prayer
Come to rescue you
From your earthly snare

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope 
Kissed my tears away

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Now I dance
To a magic serenade

Don’t you hear the voice?
Memories of home
Don’t you hear the voice?
Pretty as a poem

Don’t you hear the voice?
Vivifies your soul
Bathes you in a pool 
Love you’ve never known

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller,
Take me, take me
To your bed

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller
Raise me, raise me
From the dead

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head

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4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Gene, Gene, the Singing Machine

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---

You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks 
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.  

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Hot Jazz

Slow drawn, steeping tea bags, in an etched glass pitcher, Lazily infuse its Oriental musk into the sun warmed brew. My ice crackles along with the thunder over the great Mississippi As the ewers’ spout releases the torrents of Southern comfort Into the tall, foggy, frost laden glass; I await my fill. A frigid sip chafes my lips and briefly deadens my longing, Only momentarily, as the turgid air, again, envelops my throat. The chills grip my spine, even in this oppressive heat. Sauntering droplets roam slowly down my bare skinned back And puddle where my hips widen at the curve of my waist. Hope is lost for those of us who float through purgatory. The weight of two centuries of sorrow hangs heavily on our skin. The burden is at its worst to bear just before autumn, When slave ships broken by storms washed up on the river. Airlessness provides no clemency for those gasping for pardon. Sorrow lies heavily in the lungs of the poor souls of August. Heat, fetid and damp, feverishly enables man’s basest passion, To be disguised as music, that wails from the saloons in the Quarter. Deep, boiling, fermented tales of sorrow are turned into song, Melodic tales spun of sorcery, savagery blue and untethered souls, Forged metals and the scat of primitive voices, break the fugue. Echoes of blasphemy wrought suffocating havoc and destruction, As hot jazz blows cool through the streets of the Ninth Ward.

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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.

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I was born pale and invisible
In a world
Sees everything 
Everything, everything….but me

Invisible to your touch
And doubt you’ll like me very much
Am I alive?
Was I ever me?

I’m a non-existent cipher
A pointless empty zero
Never added up to anything
A non-existent cipher
Pointless empty zero
Tell me….what does it all mean?

And now I think I want you
Ethereal body
Oblivious mask
And now I think I love you
Intelligent lips
Painted in black

But no need to look my way
Or give me the time of day

Can’t be with you 
In this world
Invisible man 
Never gets the girl

Oh, no...

I’ll find where you are
And watch from afar
You will be felt by me

I’ll find where you are
And watch from afar
You will be loved by me

For life
Your zero
The day I die

Your zero….your zero


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Dedicated To... (Rap Verse)

This is dedicated to
the uneducated who,
segregate from the greats
the hate gave integration to,
though the paved the way for you,
you just simulate the flu,
infected with cold hearts
like inflammation made it through,

So take a second to converse,
listen to me, then speak,
just make sure you think first,
about the thirst, of the dream,
had by Dr. King, which would
hurt beyond the seams, if he 
witnessed everything,
The Scenes!

How we're treating one another,
Educated versus thugs, like
we are not brothers, What's the
point to jump from slavery to 
having white lovers, if less racism 
means the blacks hate each other?
My Brothers! I have no intent on
hating you, I just hope you make it
through. So this is Dedicated To

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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
Right now, I am exactly as I am

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What There Is To Be Said of Home

Dizzied by the whirl of crowds
On sidewalks, seen through windows --
Reflected in mirrored, columned walls --
I drink, I eat, I mull and fret, I yearn,
Little lulled by homely music
Softly playing beneath sonorous
Strains of Spanish
(Beautiful tongue, not yet quite my own,
But now not strange to me --
Not wholly foreign.)
I sneak sidelong glances, I peek, I stare.
And I almost always feign indifference:
A pseudo-cosmopolitan air.
I am quiet and excessively polite,
Not yet knowing how to be rude
In this still stiff idiom.
And, I am ever intensely lonely --
Hungry for a caressing, offhand phrase,
Or only a stray familiar word, hardly heard,
Whispering all there is to say of home.

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Be Still

And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams

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wanna come thank me for getting bin laden shot america

or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst

do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex

do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?

let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?

everything now
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life

and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive

do you want to come telll
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?

Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....

Happy Halloween tho

oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
you caused
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
to you
may be a life lesson
to history

Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care 
about (sarcasm)

thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)

so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and 
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen

my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be 
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?

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Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007

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Gentle music

Gentle music

Always I’ve loved music
How I love to write those songs
I love to bash on the old guitar
And sing my words so strong
But gentle always does it
Sheer noise, I cannot stand
I love a real sweet melody
With a lovely soft, sweet band.

It seems the melody has gone
From music, now these days
Everyone just screams and shouts
Their minds all in a haze
From every kind of booze and drugs
All sweetness played right out
The young guys call it music
But me, I have my doubts.

I write my songs with sweetness
The words as plain as day
I need to get my words across
Not put folk in a daze
I want to see folk happy
Not doped out of their heads
I’m not out to feed the mind
I choose the heart instead.

25 August 2013 @ 1156hrs.

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The cotton club

He wipes the tables clean
Picks up the dirty wears
Take out the garbage
Stock the fridge with beers

Cleans the bath room
And mops the floors
Sweep outside on the sidewalks
 Before he the doors

Sounds like a lot of work
But he enjoys it everyday
It’s the cotton club
With great jazz music every day

In this boarded up building
On 142nd street and Lenox Avenue
In the central of Harlem
His dreams has come true

In a sense it was segregated
 White folks patron the establishment
And the black performers
The will provide the entertainment

And he heard the best musicians
The likes of Duke Ellington, cab Callaway
Nat king Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, count Basie
Josephine baker, mea west, Billie holiday

Some of the great performers he seen
Many comes from all over everyday
The cotton club is renowned worldwide
It’s where the best black musicians play

He thinks he is truly bless
And in his heart it’s what he felt
For just a poor Harlem boy
The music is the soul of his wealth

He remember it like yesterday
But it was 5o years ago
As he passes by the cotton club
He can still hear the music inside the door

He sits in the park watching his grandkids
As they play in a yellow plastic sub
And his mind wonders back as a kid
In the Harlem cotton club


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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will

so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.

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The Individualism of the Soul

I adore the individualism of the artistic soul
because if it is inspired
high levels of divine information can be reached
for example:
sometimes, when I am composing in Piano
I feel like I am communicating with God
or when I am writing Poetry perhaps

Whatever the case is,
the dualism of life is not just apparent
people devote themselves to mundane goals
to reaching the approval of others
when true art burns in the heart
when death comes and things and fame don't matter
have we found, who we really are?

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Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

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Elvina, the elusive slyph

this poem is dedicated to Elvina Kuchukova

thy power over wood and water lead me to springs untainted thy music is a bath for the mind thy art is a balm for the eyes oh Elvina you elusive slyph, where shall we meet next? Elvina i long to see your face again with thy hair black as midnight flowing like a river thy face angles like an elf with patience to match thy gentel words show thou troubles and scars yet to my eyes they beauty is everlasting Elvina i thank you thy skin is scarred with lines of flame the burning knife that scarred your skin is no deterent to me for i know the troubles other cause you strength has saved me from the burning knife for this Elvina i thank you you have saved me from myself for this Elvina i thank you may we meet again

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-------------------------The Soul I Sold------------

If I seem down forgive me Frowns I carry around live in me When I break you see right through me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I’ve learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... Your words so true renew me If only you'd re-design me Take time rewind refine me Recreate the mold without lies I’ve told... GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I’ve learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD....

Details | Senryu | |

A wind vane

rough draft it will be                                                                                                     lovely music though the flags                                                                                        my pen fails to revise

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Don't you worry bout my soul

Don't you worry bout my soul
Til you've been down all my lonely roads
And gauged the weight of my full load 
Don't you worry bout my soul
I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind
You cry your tears like a  crocodile  empty eyes phony smile,
To me I plainly see you're clearly blind 
So don't you worry bout my kind . . .
I see everything just fine
You're busy yelling and a tellin me all the things you think you can see, going on in this ol world you think ain't right
Get the beam on out of your own eye, til you've listened to the children cry, hungry and tormented in the night 
Don't you worry bout my eyes . . .
I'm seeing everything just fine
Don't you worry bout my ears
Cause you've been deaf for many years
I don't need some deaf man tellin me what I should hear or how to be, when he is only playing on my fears
So don't you worry bout my ears . . .
I hear your deafness loud and clear
Don't you worry bout my mind
Though it gets misplaced from time to time
But I think I know what courage means, how heartache feels, when freedom rings
And I know that I am running out of time
So don't you worry bout my mind . . .
I think I'll get along just fine
Don't you worry bout my soul
Cause I met the Master long ago
And the one you portray Him to be
Is not the same One known to me
The One Who made me free so long ago
So don't you worry bout my soul.
Mathew 15:14

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Branded, like a cigarette
crushing flesh to the bone
paralysed by fear
though you struggle on your own
your ego 's got you wary
while your mind's in control
shut empty and on edge
Oh Down you go

No formal introduction
to a girl without a face
arms stretched out wide
consoles me with her grace
she says, she's got the answer
to any kind of pain
medicated love
pyrotechnics for the flame

Guess i am
your muse my friend
oh Yes I am
she says ... 

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An Hour Alone

When the day's living has left me full of stress
If only for an hour, I make the world go away
Lock the door, a hot bath and a glass of wine
And let music, perhaps a Bach symphony, play

Slowly my heavy burdens begin to lighten 
A sigh, a sip and with the sweet melody drift
Soon enough reality will call again, but for now
I appreciate this small but treasured gift…..

For the Indulgence contest...

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marking my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.

i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.

i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 


i had
great pain in my chest...
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.

then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.

i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good

yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.

i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.


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Soul Music

Closing my eyes and filling my soul
Music plays a major role

It's deeply embedded into me
As I become my reverie

The notes waft in,stress does abate
I'm filled with love and peace,not hate

Notes tumble out,joy enters in
The music reveals the calm within

Written by Deb Wilson
for contest "Music And Meditation"
sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta

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No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises

Details | Than-Bauk | |

birds sing sweetly

they're bickering 
in the swing, while
birds sing sweetly

Details | Ballad | |

Deja Vu (Song)

I gave you  all of me,
Your wants became too much,
And all of my somethings
You saw as not enough,
But now you are wanting,
Everything you passed up,
Your lies are frustrating,
But still I can't pass up,

This pain, this place,
Is looking too familiar to me,
The same mistakes
Are coming back around,
Your games, your face,
Are secretly whispering to me,
I can't escape,
Because emotions tear me down,

Hold on, hold on,
Tell me what I'm running into,
Stay gone, stay gone,
Is what I want to do,
So long, so long,
Why can't I say these words to you,
When I know, I know,
This will be Deja Vu

As I am anticipating
Loving you and no one else
My entire body's shaking,
Because I promised myself,
That I would never be back here,
A toy sitting on  your shelf,
We always begin in last gear,
By later, there's nothing left...

This pain, this place,
Is looking too familiar to me,
The same mistakes
Are coming back around,
Your games, your face,
Are secretly whispering to me,
I can't escape,
Because emotions tear me down,

Hold on, hold on,
Tell me what I'm running into,
Stay gone, stay gone,
Is what I want to do,
So long, so long,
Why can't I say these words to you,
When I know, I know,
This will be Deja Vu

Why am I
Addicted to you,
Saying goodbye
never comes true,
This is what 
it always comes to,
You constantly on my mind!

Why must I 
stay thinking of you
Coming back
Thinking I love you
Losing control
when I touch you,
Wasting all of my time...

This pain, this place,
Is secretly whispering to me
Your games, your face,
Are looking too familiar to me,
The same mistakes
Emotions seem to tear me down,
I can't escape
It's coming back around,

Hold on, hold on,
is all I ever do for you,
Stay gone, stay gone,
I do and don't want you to do,
I love you, I hate you,
Everything I say is true,
I hate you, I love you...
This is our Deja vu....

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With tears that fall

“You may say that I’m a dreamer”,
With such presumption in my youth
Beyond school age, yet hardly saged
I hoped to use my wits to change the world…
I dreamed I would…I dreamed I could…

I declared to fight, what seemed so right
With eager zeal, I leaned so hard against the wind
The breeze just caught my spouted words
And tossed them where it would

I feared my crystal world would splinter
Would shatter without my spin... 
"Never knowing who to cling to, 
                     when the rain set in”

But that was then…
So naively in my eagerness
I hoped to see a world at peace
Hoping my dreams would come alive
From thoughts I shaped on winsome days
Imagining, ….if you please  …"It doesn't have to be that way!"
But now with logic’s eyes, I do recall, and tears well up....and fall
                                                                   my tears well up ....and fall....

How changeless is a planet
Glimmering in search of answers
And still not wringing answers from the slightest sound
And words I held, with vigorous shape 
And hopes expressed, my look for guidance…
Are uttered now, by younger voices…
“I’m dreamin’ again, like I’ve always done, and way down low, I know”…

                                                                  my tears well up.....and fall.....

“My words like silent raindrops fell, 
                    and echoed in the wells of silence”

                                                                  my tears well up......and fall.....


Inspired by Tracie's Contest: "Sing A Song"
Lyrics From  John Lenno--“Imagine”
                    Elton John--“Candle in the Wind”
                    Jim Croce--“It Doesn’t Have To Be That Way”
                    Norah Jones--“The Prettiest Thing”
                    Simon and Garfunkle-- “Sound of Silence”

Details | Free verse | |

Living in A Glass House


The volume of a certain something

does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation

or its brevity by relation

Once you strike a chord,

It's moment of breath

Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest

Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success

is evident in the lack of evidence

Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence

You're an ancient old trick

but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head

But in my seductive grin

I am too an old trick

But I stand closest to the cauldron

Stirring green the ocean

To make way for that final moment

When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;

The waves come crashing to the coasts

Coming for my broken souls

With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows

Taking off into tomorrow

With a calmed, relieved breath

Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape

Now, in compassionate presence

Because after all,

Can't have nothing without 'how'

How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.

So, what have You left out?

You've become ignorant of your own shining features

Forgotten feathers from a bow

Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow

All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...

And now, its time for show

Up close and personal

Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow

Opened-close a shut case

Without remorse or concern or thirst,

Because all this, will soon be Unearthed

Details | Blank verse | |

The Passion Am So Much Sighing For

The  passion am so much sighing for, 
A gruelling journey'd on those 
rocky toe,
From the far east toftstead,
Held by  the Eurus in its lefthand,
The other with a stiletto, 
Whetstone on my head  
leftmost prop, 
If had lest it went blunt,
Fortnight in the months of 
octobers advent, Yearly calls for 
celebration ,Of new yarm 
rented air in its prohibitive 
To watch our men pound the 
With their broad heels a 
renaling, Through this lonely 
way a little boy groan, In close 
sift as the little old drown, 
Eftsoons the awl for the first 
notch, Standing men on their 
feet a deaths defying act, The 
proud and the greed for that 
yaks, A singer will sung the living 
out of themselves And wriggled    
their tongue for men to toggle, A 
cab driver'd mistook  wraiths for 
scholars, Poor minstrel with dirk 
in the bight of my hand, Had in 
time fretted the chief thumb like 
tongs, Fiddling its string up to 
my jugular. 

Details | I do not know? | |


Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Forbidden pleasure
Mind numbing
Thought inducing
Last Night

Details | Free verse | |

Big City Snake

self imposed prison captivates a song bird
stumbling over insecure formation of the wrong word
stabalizing foundation atop false ground
deception dressed to impress in a tall gown
quietly with humming embedding a soft sound
fooling with the friendly touch of a small town
is the big city snake born and bred in the pits
released from it's cage around seven or six

Details | Free verse | |

Evening Music of Nature

Evening Music of Nature

I was in a thrill, 
While watching the beauty, 
Of diminishing Sun, 
And feeling that the darkness is 
Slowly engulfing us.  

The returning birds have eloped from the sky,
With their soul mates, 
The last of the fading Sunbeams, 
Too were in a hurry to touch only, 
The top of the trees.  

Only I was alone, 
In this serene quietness, 
And was trying to hear 
The Melodious music of loving birds,
When Crickets too became more active to play their music, 
Seeing the fast approaching night,
And no one to disturb,  their mighty kingdom. 


Kanpur India 13th August 2010

To view this memorable evening which I took in my Camera also
I have placed the poem on My Photo My Poems series on my face book.

Details | Free verse | |

Here In The Silence

My soul thirsts, O Lord Where are you hiding? Why can’t I find you? I call your name And silence reverberates My tears flow like lava Where are you? Lord? Strength seems to fail Even the wind is still While the deep silence lingers Yet, my hope lies in your promise… Never to abandon me So, I will wait in this silence ‘Til your voice I hear once more Within this fragrant garden of solitude At last, it is you! Only you will Call to me, ‘Peace, be still; ‘For in the silence I’m with you, always…’ Now my soul rejoices in your presence Overcome by unparallel beauty and peace I recline at your feet, my Father… I rest. ~*~
11/02/12 7th Place in "Song inspired Poems, Old or New" Note: Inspired by “Adagio in G Minor” By The London Promenade Orchestra. Listen to it And you’ll find it’s one of the most beautiful pieces Of music, ever…if you’re like me.. you’ll cry. I couldn’t find Their rendition on YouTube but this is almost as good Maybe better in some ways…it’s lengthier. Enjoy : )

Details | Senryu | |

Life's Symphony

                                            I close my eyes tight
                                       My soul hears the symphony
                                             The song of my life.

Details | Lyric | |

Lunar Love

Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game

Details | Lyric | |


Sea Waves
Rise and Fall
With the Dusty Wind
And Tune the Un-tuned Nature.
So much is hitherto Unsaid
And Nature do speak
With its melody
Within this
May Wonder
How the Streams
Resonate the Life’s ebb and flow
With subtle Changes in Tide.
I can hear the Music too,
It plays within me,
So deep inside,
Rises and
Surely, It
Rises and Falls.
I can feel it within,
On my pumping Heartbeats.
Listen closely, silently,
You will hear it
Listen, now!
Listen the thunder,
Listen dancing raindrops,
Listen the murmurs
Of Spring water
That floats
Just listen,
Nature is singing,
Here, There, Everywhere.
The Notes rise, fall
With its Beat,
Sung by

Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died

Details | Light Poetry | |

I love when it RAIN don't YOU???

A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my 

Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I 
like the most RIAN your back home miss you
and the wind you blow

Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not 
lost, lost not gone

I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life 
RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come 
back another day  

Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm 
spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do 
bring family back closer to one another 

RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and 
its never more then enough   

RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it 
fall more and more on use:)

Details | Free verse | |

needles and pins

I can’t survive without the rush of an impulsive swallow or an impersonal touch.

I’m fueled by the adrenaline I get solely through sex and drugs, driving while high and chasing danger.

Piercing my skin with needles and pins,

willing to feel the worst to feel anything

Details | Free verse | |

The Atmosphere of Shearing Metal

Everything becomes atmospheric in its nature: 
 the black rock holding open a door to a room with no entry. 
Redemption comes with a price, 
 but it is not for sale here.
Kind gestures mastering no weight,
 and music being played idly through a cracked window. 
Without your bright signs, or the screams of the unlucky who await within,
 there would be no patrons of your dead hostel. 
But we come for the screams and we come for the signs, 
and we come for the music we can almost hear. 
We are almost soothed and almost relinquish our personal peace
 for the greater apathy to reign.
 I am here with you darling,
 but you cannot even feel my touch. 
So gentle in nature, so tenacious in your attempts to learn. 
So blanketed with dream trees and angelic harps that sound only in your ears.
 This is my gallery to display the despair we call art. 
Lack of emotion and childless mothers abound.
 Come in, he says, Come in. 
And on and on they stream.
 With no tears for the dead, 
the brothers that we left by the side of the road.
 Too gentle in their tenacity.
 No ability to further progress in this procession of the damned, 
observed by careful observers from behind the glass.
 Cracked and broken and without a place to conceal their eyes.
 I am trembling in this wake,
 but I grasp your hand and we march on.
To great nothingness, 
 to empty years of needing some way to be free. 
Clanking glasses and shearing metal break my mind and bring me back to you.
 Where are you?
 And how are you going to take me away from here?
Here, where dream trees’ boughs bend and snap beneath the snow-covering.
We are burying the infants who have passed from this world to the next, 
 we are smothering their little mouths and tearing out their eyes. 
We must suppress the screams of the innocent,
 lest we believe we have a place with them. 
Follow their stoic departure and wish with our minds’ whispers
 that there was somewhere we too could go.

Details | ABC | |

Sod is in the T.V.

Their trying to tell you something,
It’s being shown on the screen,
It’s being told in music, ding ding,
But you were indoctrinated by thirteen.

Mtv shows you Masonic ritual,
Flashing symbols in your third eye,
Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital,
You’ve had an overdose of an intoxicating lie!

It’s time to break the spell, turn off the T.V.
With all its degrading, intoxicated role models,
How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me,
Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.

Details | Free verse | |


You know
you’ve been—
not where you go.

September day

(If only
you knew
what once
was before.)

We sip
summer’s slide—
once more
how it was—
it will never be
like before.

in porch swing—
to time—
cicada days
as their song.

Details | Senryu | |

Lollapalooza Drive-in

carry you a tune                                                                                                            I have to bring my bucket                                                                                            ice but what the Eh 	

Details | Rhyme royal | |


                       SAPPHO'S CLIMB

Is this Sappho to whom i speak
Bride of Lesbos with the low forbidden voice
She climbs the rocky mountains dangerous  peak
Calls in the blue daughters of twilight to rejoice
in the bursting spring. She brings her songs and lyre
Delights the camping soldiers with the fire
Bold call-- vibrates soldierly repressed desires
Sirens yearn --bid most valiant heroes return
Desert-- slaves to familiar arms that hold them til they burn

Details | Cowboy | |

April too lenient

comatose commas thought April too lenient; 
birth was postponed until June, 
provided preference for instant coffee 
or selfless gratification, 
minus the flack fouled narcolepsy, 
however insistent … 

cruelty followed, 
as cardboard mansions collapsed under oath, 
if under cardiac-arrest, 
below if not adjacent to, the end, 
regardless of means… 

Details | Quatrain | |


Coursing through my veins
Infecting my brain
Drives me insane

I'm feindin' for those uppers
I'm feindin' to get down
I need to feel that ecstasy
That overwhelming sound

I'm cravin' me some instant death
I'm asking to raise hell
I hear my familiar shallow breath
That comfy, cushioned cell

I need to feel my insides out
I need to taste the pills
I feel the love and that's no doubt
That wretched, lovely taste that kills

Details | Blank verse | |

Meaningful Screw You's

I'm done with this I've had enough of this/
Slushy trip since Hell Paso son just quit
This empty pursuit
Of letting the past keep livin' through you/
Go ahead and equip the damn truth
It is that simple to choose
What state of the neighbor of the temple you use
But you're just so adamant to worship/
Every preliminary negative
Which is why you have sentiment for those sedatives
Want evidence man your head has been/
Set on making your *****Titanic as
You steer into a gigantic crash/
Without any ****ing idea what effect thy absence has/
On the kids and on me too/
My heart feels ripped the honest truth/
To see you empty as your holes in the wall
You're like a ghost to us all/
Pale as the Seroquil pills you down/
I want to help but under the meds what you feel gets drowned/
I have the inauspicious fear you'll end up just like Tommy
That's why I pray every night/ I can't lose you Robbie

You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)

Why can't you just forget the past
Take some time to look at the bigger picture and not be back in a flash
We're Kruger (pronounced close to sounding like Kroger)/ the fear you helped restore gives me bags
And I'm beyond tired of takin' attacks from your last-
Ing grudge for my darker days/
I love you but I wish to part our ways/
There's only so much my heart can take
In terms of holes and you immerse me in 'em the Spartan way/
It's not our choice we're physically far away/
And yes half the reason is me that our spark gave way/
But this time it's your fault that our world is shaking
You shut me out because the ears of another girl were waiting/
It seems that even for Britney your concern's decaying
It's ****ed up/ 'cause you never acknowledged how much I changed/
'Cause of our rapport me and my fam are pretty much estranged
**** these games you love to play/ 'tween now and then nothin's changed
Good luck not lovin' me as much as pain

You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)

For a year it's been suicide with clues to find solutions I/
Don't think you're usin' my heartful l advice/ damn dude have I
Not been full of time so you could find/ reasons for you to not be blue and live/
But everytime I cope a sit and let you vent/ you walk off and do the opposite/
Talk about exhausted *****try listenin' to all your promises
And problems it's/ a shame how it's all turned out
I'm so burnt out/
I'll be the last to say this won't work out/
If you take your anger out on me again like I'm a dating spot/
Speakin' of those feelings that you refrain from not (knot)-
Icing was it honesty/ or rants of despar (as in spar) ity exasperated by deprav (as in im"prov") ity/
Or is there a real fervor (as in carni"vore") for me
If so then why you ignor (same as above) ing me/
For a Vai's you say you are not strong enough to close
Go **** yourself with a rubber hose
I don't care where the **** it goes/
I was there when no one was and this' the thanks I get
Never was I a dick to you so why'd you wank me *****/
My tears have turned into repressed anger/
For you a brother to me now a depressed stranger
That I have to put up longer than my dress' hanger

You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)

Details | Free verse | |

Songs In Passe'

Songs of passe' drifting From a distant somewhere out They breathe into me As a longing that wants to be, aught And I begin by grasping at traces Of a sadness in loss of innocence Naivety was its beauty Like the fawn that wanders from the morning mist So with ease I interpret the simplicity Into what offers fantasy considers Then again, I can begin Reliving it, in the mind of youthfulness Each time thus, I am stronger willed Which enflames the yearning of memory's fire Giving in to its rise Seemingly always sweeter and evermore higher Here I rekindle the mere forgotten And the now quite needed, simpler desires Where the melodies soon become A paramour of regrets and undone aspires The dancing among these shadows so familiar Seducing the absences upon my heart Tis' a language of remembrance which lingers now Like a fragrance still, and forever instilled, imparts Thus from me The "ghosts of times" separate, can not be As a fondness for the once had, still haunts From a place, where the wildness runs free The songs in passe' Overwhelm in moments unexpected Like whispers within the air They come, as a long lost friend, merely the soul's recollection And I shall carry them always As one carries a lighted torch Living out my life to its fullest Burning forevermore as my passions source

Details | Pantoum | |

The Twisted Kudzu Vine

Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash
The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone

The yesteryear  clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine

Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine
Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash

Details | Rhyme | |

This is how i live

I dip my pen in plasma
Write my rhymes in blood
Immortal soldier stopping emotions with a mental plug
I put my game-face on and hit the battlefield
Turning insults to motivation make my writings feel
Never hypocritical
I never change like reciprocals
Steady swimming forward, like a shark because its critical
No rest, only the strong survive
Mental toughness keeps me focused and keeps my eyes dry

This is how i live
This is what i feel
Thoughts of a warrior bred with a heart of steel
Decorate my chest with a metal for fierceness
Bible says I'm blessed I'll live on guiltless
My heart is cold
Frozen from hurtful words
And attempts of spiritual homicide always in my face
I shrug them off and stay moving at a steady pace

Details | Ode | |

Untitled #209 / Nancy Wilson #1

Nancy Wilson!
How could I have forgotten you!
Because you’re the little sister!
Because you’re so down to earth!

Details | Couplet | |

Misty Days

A fall from heaven and a slip of the tongue a hope to remember and a song to be sung always forever and not a moment to spare for sorrows and kindness hung in the air Through a broken haze, through a broken haze no longer sunny but better than most days can't recall a better time than that and the other best not to remember and better yet not to bother Only a tear drop or more can clear a foggy mind plenty to go around, too few to be kind Heavy like morning dew the kiss between me and you better to forget them, passing them out of view

Details | Prose Poetry | |


My heart stop sometimes and then it skips beats what is it 
telling me???

That my life is short and if I don't get you back it will stop 

Come back to me and heal this froze heart of mine take me 
into your arms
and embraces me with this pain 

Give me that nice and understanding part of you bring the 
sun into my darkness of love that I have because 

of you life couldn't be better without use together so open 
up them windows and let the sun shine in

Renew our friendship to inreplaceable pull together the 
strength of love and forever keep use hole

Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #349 / "Let love guide the way"

“Love, let love guide the way,
for man, to find his music
Love, let music be love,
to guide man to his soul.”

Details | Light Poetry | |

New York stops playing country

 She comes out the drive way
 And she turns the radio on
 It’s the same old radio station
 But now the country music’s gone

 She though she made a mistakes
 She stops on the side of the street
 They were playing new music
 Not the familiar country beat

 She comes to New York City
 After she graduate
 Opportunity comes knocking
 A job offer that just couldn’t wait

 She always misses the country
 It’s where her heart and soul belongs
 But now she’s going back to Tennessee
 New York stops playing country songs

 She said the New York City lights
 Are starting to hurt her eyes
 She needs to see the mountains
 Under the big blue sky’s

 She got lose between her ambition’s
 And the wealth of Wall Street
 She climbs the ladder of fortunes
 But she was not complete

 And the old country songs
 And the only thing that keep her sane
 But New York stops playing country
 She going back to Tennessee again

 She’s feels like a shell in the ocean
 New York City makes her feel so small
 This small town girl from Nashville
 Is going back to the place that started it all

 To feel the Tennessee rain on her head
 And the green grass under her feet
 The cool waters of the Tennessee Lakes
 And the friendly people down Memphis Street

 She always felt like a stranger in New York
 And now she knows that for sure
 And its times to leave the city
 New York don’t play country no more

 Please don’t get me wrong
 New York City you are so is lovely 
 So good bye miss statue of liberty
 Hope your green face don’t cry for me

 She looks over the Manhattan
 Going home in the plane
 Maybe one day she will come back
 When New York start playing country again

 She steps out of the log cabin
 And feel the dew on the ground
 And on the radio inside
 Playing that familiar old country sound

Details | Free verse | |

That Moment

It's one of those moments,
the guy in you grabs the micro
starts talking on and on;
mine is often sarcastic,
from high school to career,
spinning around the questions starting with why,
no escape from responding.
It's like life itself, which is always to blame;
and which you can not do away with.
In that moment you go through a mental trance.

Next, a piece of music wakes you from your journey.
It does not matter who it is,
be it Ravel, Brahms or,Rachmaninoff;
But, mostly it's Pachelbel knocking at my door.
in that moment, lightnings thud in my world,
just as my internal lights are dead blind.

The dried, barren soil kisses the wild stream
through cracked lips,
A mom presses her toddler into her chest,
that moment, life leaps into joy
stripped of mournful sorrow.
It feels like seeing the smile on the kid's face
who made her first step;
it feels like being picked up by
the Baroque tune in "Canon In D".

To some others,
it feels like waking up to Miles Davis.

People keep pouring through the streets,
no matter what happened last night;
it's like life itself,which is always to blame
and which you can not do away with.

Next, my eyes get blurry
they see the loved one behind
the foggy hills of my mind.

it feels like covering her naked body with blanket,
shielding off the morning breeze
slipping through our ajar window
as bed sheets smells of our sweat of bliss.
That moment, it feels like sensing life
running through your veins.

So, you show interest in these verses
partnering with me in that moment
don't be intimidated with sharing it
It feels like being a single body, united
with all of our good deeds and sins.

Afar, The Sun sends her last rays
down the snow capped mountains of my heart
that moment, my ears are cozily stuck with
the arias of Andrea Bocelli, warm and gripping
it feels like my dad's still alive and smiling

Details | I do not know? | |

Fall in love again (first poem)

Bloody Fingers,
Pointing victims
Burning evidence…
Jury duty’s
Painted fury
I want my innocence,
Stinks of flesh
And rotting pleasure
Decomposing itself…
Blame yourself,
Then cut again
Still you need no help…

For better or for worse, I’m going to be the first to burn,
And maybe then you’ll fall in love again,
And I’ll laugh and say to myself: “you’ll never learn”

Cradle lust
In death we trust
The rope’s about to break,
Life so gray,
Life’s so away,
Until someone plugs in the lake…
The badmouth watch
The priests don’t talk,
Because God is a mess…
Just take your pill,
Remaining still,
So you don’t become obsessed…

And I can’t believe I offered you my life, and you refused to die!
And maybe then you’ll fall in love again,
And I’ll laugh as I watch you cry…

Details | Free verse | |

Musical Entities

At the top of this mountain
My heart pounding
Aware of all i possess
Once upon a time in vacancy land,
I close this book,
It's last words read,
The power,
I watch as the waves spread
Layering over the crowd
Suffocating us all within unity
The ground shakes
As i lye here
Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh
Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin
Sand sinking further in my back
Golden braids blend with the light
The grass reveals orange
Illuminiscent beauty,
A land once vacant,
Now taken over by the power of sound
The waves descend,
Ascending farther past this plain
Clouds breathing
Whispering echoes heard from this surface
Over and over,
Once again,
We are counting on this feel
We are losing the hours into the night
The full moon beams patterns
Never seen before,
Only to be cherished for this night
This moment in reality,
A body of vibrations
With ties so loosely,
Woven in and out of structures
Between the buried and me,
We remain threads of certainty,
In this moment,
Dependent on one another,
Through the body of the greater
The body of the ocean,
Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity
To accomodate the loss some of us have never found
I watch as stars fall on my face
Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before
Rising to greet the occassion,
The waves pick me up and guide me through the music

Details | I do not know? | |

Moon-lit dancing

The blue rays of the moon above me
Shower me with hope of the surely stormy sea
And the shine help breaks through the darkness and lets me see
But the sight is nearly more that my heart can bear too be 

All of them all holding hands in a linked circle feeling free
Their eyes lit up with images of only me
But I am not in the circle they’ve created
And from this fact no one seems the least bit agitated

A tear falls from my face, for the music I could never create
The haunting melody sings my lonely soul to sleep
But when I think it to much to bear 
I open my eyes to see them all standing there

With their faces all lit up with happiness
It is so unusual to see such bliss
But they smile and grab my hand, leading me on
And they laugh at my confused smile that has grown

Guiding my footsteps until we reach the destination 
The moon is still there, so no more contemplation
And the melody that has been haunting me through my mind
Finally escapes through the colorless keys I will find

My music carried them away to the place where I am
The darkness evaporated; there was no more sham 
The giddiness overtook me and I too leapt up to dance
The feeling of the moon put us all into a trance

The creaky boards that made our shoes tap and click
Was as sure as the song that made our souls tick
And always I look to the moonlit sky for the joy of that dance
Wonder if it could again sweep me off for a chance

And one night it happened, so swiftly it came
And as I remembered it, it was all the same 
They still laugh beneath the beautiful magnificence of the light 
They dance in the moon; all through the dead of night

Details | Rhyme | |

Eyes Closed

"Eyes Closed"

                " Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see"
                     Drawing conclusions without opening the book is wrong..
                        Only hearing the music and not the words of a song..
                                Finding love beyond the trees of the forest..
                          But in the end finding a place for my head to rest..                
                    Sometimes the pages stick together and we miss the theme.. 
                           Because in the end what we see in the mirror is not 
                                                    always as it seems..                       

"Strawberry Fields" The Beatles
For Matt's music quote contest...

Details | Free verse | |

Dancing with Despair

I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
My soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, emitting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise, performed their pirouettes
and slid across the polished floor
and smiled and laughed and more:
completely at their ease.
What terminal disease decrees
despair my partner in this dance?
Is there no chance to sit the music out,
a listener, discrete, devout?
While others whirl and dip, I slide and slip.
Must I be a half-a-pair with stumbling feet,
inept novice, graceless lout who, led about,
never has an easy air dancing with despair?

Details | Than-Bauk | |

Under Ground Cities

A man walks into a new generation gangster town,
there were guns, amoe, drugs, explosives, and allot of bad people, and that's all he found. 
He looked around the streets and saw allot of African American people running the show,
he walks into one corridor and into another city, and he welcomed the flow.

The new city, to him it wasn't any different than the one he just came out from, there were Muslims,
they wore gold chains and hiphop music was playing every where, the mostly dealt cocaine, and said fuk them.
there women were so beautiful, they would walk around in heals and panties were ever they went,
the man walked though all the gorgeous women and thought to him self, "no I can't". 

The man walks into a new city, he walked into "The Slums" it was the hardest and the baddest outlaws of the nations,
the man looked around and right away he did not like what he saw there, everything was dirty and without and patience. 
He couldn't wait to get out of there, the women were nasty and smelled like they haven't showered in years,
The man put his head down and started walking out of the slums with nothing in his eyes but tears.

The man walked into "Siberia" Everyone living there saw the man come in and they all rushed to great him,
at first the man got a little scared, but than he saw there smiles, so he smiled back at them. 
Everyone was living there was dancing to a death mettle Hip Hop music, while drinking and sniffing cocaine with a gun on there sides,
The man walks to the bar while looking at all the beautiful women that are dancing and giving him a sexy look.
Than the BOSS of the city comes up to him, pores him a drink and tells him how he is the BOSS of the whole West Coast, 
the man looked at him and smiled, he put his hand around the boss, looked at everyone around and said, "Let's Toast".

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Grasping light

What do you want
What is it that you need
Forget your life envision
Let it go and feel what you bring

Whether it's wrong to them
Whether it's right for you
You're the solution to your own catastrophe
You're the problem between the black and blues

Love will find a way
Have patience, be grateful
Not dead, not hateful
Quixotically underrated, and truly alive

Occasionally in disguise
For the devil tends to come uninvited, a mere surprise
Fool yourself several times til you return again,
Be true to your future heaven, respect the angels and dont forget they ride til the end
Because when it's all over, there will be no time for debating
Negative space for contemplating

Mistakes titled space and time crumpled into a trash bin
Creating a massive black hole
Welcoming you with a familiar smile telling you to come on in
Turn your back and lift within the light
for the truth you may see isn't always true
the future is potentially bright
Like the angel Marley says
Every little thing is going to be all right
Fly away with the blue birds
Over the rainbow out of sight
They told you you amounted to nothing
And now you're controlling the light

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...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
being so true...
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
Sea to shinning Sea.

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Recently, I promised myself to make drastic changes;
again, I have fallen into yesterday's habits.
So unchanged they seem as my esteem:
they must be controlling my rebelling genes,
but making changes isn't for the better, I deem.
So unchanged they seem as my esteem;
again, I have fallen into yesterday's habits...
recently, I promised myself to make drastic changes.


He had an aspiration for greatness that could have blossomed into realized dreams;
he headed to New York City wearing shining boots and tight, faded blue jeans,
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere... 
and he accidentally heard that with surprise and it sounded pleasant to his ear.
He had talent and was seeking a vocalist's job, singing on Broadway's streets.
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere. 
He headed to New York City wearing shining booths and tight, faded blue jeans;
he had an aspiration for greatness that could have blossomed into realized dreams.

Entered in David William's contest,
" Palindrome Mad "
Written by Andrew Crisci


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The Journey of Your Song

It's a lonely, truthful journey
 finding your voice, with which to sing,
 even worse, then there's the journey for your song;
but, we all sing from our essence
 to share the truths each heart may bring,
 so sing out loud, sing out clear, and sing out strong.
After a while, you may meet someone
 who may fancy the same "life tune",
 but, their performance of the song does not ring, true:
I can't emphasize enough, my friend
 that we all live the songs we choose,
 and that the melodies, and lyrics always falls on you.
That's why I sing the Blues these days,
 and feel as lonely as the moon,
 there's a certain honesty in reminding folks of pain;
and how next time it might be avoided
 by adding "blue-notes" to the tune,
 to draw attention, so it can't happen to us again.
Now, the other side of those "blue-notes
 is a more joyful, hopeful tune,
 to remind us that our hearts aren't always wrong;
it's merely "par for the course",
 to sing of both sweet love, and pain...
 ..but, that's the blues.....and that's the, Journey of Your Song.

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                                               rain drops under shed
                                          conjuring bubbles dance with 
                                               low sweet sound music

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Wraith Wrath Behalf

Spindless misgivings...
Let ploughed, nether hath,
Moored wreath mar harbour…
Child wraith wrath behalf,
Behest o’er sidle,
Idly enthused…
Girdled beech
Pulpous- phosphorous

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Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!

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Blue Pyramids

Listening to the birds
of ancient rymedies, 
we were sharing music 
around America’s
modern camp fire.  

driving through
tiny plazas and scenic pastures
into the what looked like
the grey, paved future. 

asking myself, 
what’s worth more than 
a rhythm of my time, 
A moment of hate?
Or the recognition of love? 

The answer-
must be somewhere above the city scape, 
lost in the bluely lit pyramids. 

I can’t imagine turning this car home.

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So many people have lost their lives
Too many husbands have struck their wives
when can we get over this horrible hate
will we learn our lesson before it's too late

there goes the sun
there goes the sun!
we've walked so many miles and we've only begun
so march onward my son into the distant blue
don't be afraid I'll come back for you

So many lies stacked up before us all
will we catch ourselves before we fall
I guess it's not fair to me and you
that the walk is so long and the breaks are so few

there goes the moon
there goes the moon!
down and out and under but don't give up so soon
so keep forward my son and keep walking on
before the night is over you'll be ready for the dawn

why is there no one left there on the hill
is it because we shot him down with our words that kill
when will we learn that it's far from over
will it be when we rest under ground beneath earth and clover

there goes my boy
there goes my boy!
onward he marches in search of pride and joy
just keep headin' forward though you're tired and sore
your walkin' days aren't over but 
my son, you're ready, for more!!!

Details | I do not know? | |

Reiterate Your Liberation

I live my life
Music in one ear,
A sponge in the other

Some may say
You work, then you play.
I play while i work
And work while I play

The best lessons I learned in school
were during recess
The knowledge I cherish
is taken in, gladly.

"Work" and "play"...
Forget these words.
Replace them with another:

The duality is all around,
in everything.
It always has been.
Your will to see it
may not have been.

Nothing is set in stone.
Regret nothing.
Turn bad decisions from your past into
a lesson learned.
A positive, better future.
You have the power,
You always have.

I live my life
music in one ear,
a sponge in the other.

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Touch of the Soul

I alone stand vigil over the memories of my past;
I alone feel the weight of them,
feel what it is to be
the man that past has created.
I stand, alone, beneath the stars and the moon,
contemplating all, as I ever have done;
it is only now that I've accepted
that's who I am meant to be;
the writer, the poet –
I stand with the rest of the dreamers.
I sit, alone, among the instruments of music,
playing on and on throughout my life;
music flows into and through my soul,
and I am now and will always be,
the musician and the bard –
I sit with the rest of the drummers.
I travel, alone, with the remembrances of love,
searching always for that one true other;
it is only now that I've accepted that even
without one such, I can live;
the romantic, the sentimental –
I travel with the rest of the passionate.
I escape, alone, in the pages of a good story,
reading for ever and anon;
books speak to me, engage me,
entertain me, release me;
the storyteller and the listener –
I escape with the rest of the readers.
I will fight, never alone, next to my brothers
and sisters in arms;
it is with all of myself that I've accepted
my duty, and who I will always be;
the soldier, the guardian –
I will fight with the rest of the Marines.

I dance, run, walk, laugh, alone, in the rain,
let loose my being in the deluge;
the storm's fury and glory
somehow become my own;
the drenched, the soaked –
I do all of this with the rest of the rain lovers.
It is only now that I've accepted
that I have become
who I was meant to be;
who I want myself to be.
I alone know what it is to be
myself, Andrew James Sprouse,
scion of the sea and of the past,
of the word and the sword.
But I do not alone know what it is to feel alive;
to be exactly who you are,
who you're meant to be.
I do not alone know the truth of pain.
None of us stands truly and utterly alone.
Every single one of us walks, arm in arm,
with those who share your experiences,
your beliefs, your thoughts and your lives.
But you, alone, know what makes your heart free,
what makes your fire ignite and your essence true;
you alone know the visage and touch of your soul.

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Twilight Zone Moments

I guess most of us have had them,
I sure as hell did see a few
Moments to make you wonder,
How much of the strange is true

A few times I'd tell someone
to answer the phone,
A few seconds before it rang
And once we visited a psychic
Who described the story which,
Like a startling bang,
Was behind a picture
In a sealed envelope she held
And my jaw dropped in wonder
Just like a tree was felled

But to me the most startling
Was a day in my car,
Rosie and I were on our way
To visit one of our stores away far
For a company inspection
The radio was on
When suddenly I said,
Let's hear "I Don't Care Anymore"
What happened then
Near made me drop dead

For I pressed another channel button,
And indeed there it was,
A song not often played
My head was now abuzz...

A Phil Collins song,
Several years old,
There it played before us,
As I had foretold....

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Like it's given to be

How do the girls talk, of boys in the bushes and stones in their pockets
How do the boys stalk, to thinking that girls are dreaming of nothing but lockets,
for keeping inescapable kisses trapped in a hope

And why do the ladies say, that helpless are husbands when wells run dry
And why do the men cry, though tough as the night, when the daylight dims the eye
	till work is rest and boredom besets…

Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory

I heard the lonely yell, "I once was quiet, and I had a truth, but nothing means nothing when something breaks in the laugh!"
You can't change in the traffic lights, you can't change a tune or even a melody
without breaking a song
So I'll get it wrong and she'll see me naked as naked can be
Lit by the sun in the contempt of modern antiquities

Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory

Now how would you say, dappled in ideas
That ruins aren't buried under buildings so tall
And now how would you say, given the seas
You can't wash the sin from the salt in your mouth, you call...

"That's it's given to be for you and not me, to rise like a star, with little forgotten scars in your memory."

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Cloud Watching

Cloud Watching

Grass tickling your neck
white pillows across the sky
           Your own gallery

Details | I do not know? | |






Details | Sonnet | |

Natural Glitter

Swallowed up into false nothingness around,
Captured only by my thoughts with no sound,
My mind wondering throughout the land,
No music to spare, not even a marching band,
Swiftness of stream, within walking distance,
Captures my thoughts, breaking my stance,
I break away and chase after calming echo.
Not knowing what I would find or know.
My soul relates to natures swishing flow.
Heart beating softly, in rhythm as I go,
As if, my spirit is writing music so sweet.
Picturing the notes, expressions of the beat,
Welcoming environments of musical twitter,
Spread outward in view, of natural glitter.

Written for

Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Breathe in the silence 

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Curse of Effort

Why is ugly, ugly?
Maybe things are not
As bad as they seem 
Could it be because we are frustrated 
Things are not the way we dreamt 
As you get older 
Learn to control your temperature
Become your own mentor
This means more than it does now
Or more than it once did 
Me, Myself 
I seem to pursue all with doubt 
With flanky obstacles 
I continue to flirt 
Thy curse of effort
The diversity 
Between things you like and dislike
You dislike it so much 
You no longer can stand to look upon it 
As I am hideous for this bland explanation
People become ugly
For they are not who or what we 
Perceive them to be
A smile that could feed the starving
The irony in how happiness
Became a dying thought 
In this ever  flourishing garden
So why is ugly, ugly?
Simply because it is not the picture  
We look to see
Ugly is not beautiful
But it’s all lovely 

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Untitled #309 / Jenny

“Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don’t change your number”

Details | I do not know? | |


A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,


she comes to me,


a gentle presence filling my life,

she comes to me,


a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.

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La lumière des étoiles d'ambre-

For years I had desired to 
write a thing of beauty, 
yet beauty, as always, escaped me… 
for beauty as I found through 
experience and misery, 
is merely the plaything of the beautiful: 
the acrimonious agent 
of their delicate deceit,
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”
unattainable to all, reluctantly fey, 
betrayed by our delusion 
and indefinable inertia,
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”

Details | I do not know? | |

for Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

cos' we still got the blues for you...

Details | Rhyme | |

The Beginning

I've always tried to understand 
the meaning of my mind. 
Why do I love the color green
and why am I too kind?

Why does music keep me alive
songs play in my head. 
Staring at my childhood picture
my image strong as lead. 

Barely 5 with green shirt on
staring off in space. 
Sweater threaded music notes 
rock and roll, please no lace. 

Mouth half way open
belting out a tune.
Eyes piercing through you
Sun so hot in June. 

Different from the others
the leader of the pack
The photograph that keeps me
Forging forward never back. 

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Spring Song

The ides of March have gone and come.
Still, strains of vernal music sound
dumb echoes, in my ears, of early times,
of other years: an orchestral swell
of oboe, flute, and violin.
A feel of warming wind,
the scents of orange blossom,
daisy, buttercup, and clover:
are those days over?

My recent times are flavored
with metallic clank, with oily odor --
eyes fatigued by newsprint
and small-screen glare.
And music: the blare
of claxon-horn and siren-wail;
noise which issues from a box
borne on shoulders through the street;
an empty, but compelling, quite insistent
loudly pulsing beat.

I welcome all new, though slight, intrusions.
Pale sensory perceptions bring back images,
now faint, once acute, of places, times,
and pleasures past.
Faded sights and faces
and shadowy, unquantifiable pursuits
evoke a time when love, like freedom,
didn't cost a dime.

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In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.

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C rying in the wind, we lean against the soft shoulder of a friend.
H ow perfectly imperfect are we who sing, sing the songs end,
O r sway hip round tones into the sun's shine and crystal glow,
I nspiration seeps on Mozart's twinkle and blooms like red bordeau
R ipe with pleasure ringing, we sing, through life's vehicle all aglow. 

Dedicated to my Minsiter of Music EdWard Thompson

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Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009

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a tiny Man,
Locked in the Lyrics,
Barred by the Tune
of a Melodic Memory.
he Involuntarily Sings along
to the Lyrical Entrapment.
his Smile, once Genuine,
becomes Forced.
his Eyes, once Soft and Open,
become Cold.

though in Reality, Emancipated,
he remains a
Slave to the Reminiscence.
her Desperate Attempt
to Hold on to the Intangible,
to Confine the Elusive,
to Gain Stability from the Song.

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Stay now with me , and listen to my sighs,
Bidding me to drain the curse and know it all.
	Feigned that I spake ill of thee,
As to who beholds two currents thwart amid
	the fluctous profound.

	Pass , pass upon your way , for 
I grow never old...and townward take to their
	whirring flight. That o'er the green 
cornfield did pass as I trembled.
Remarking how ill we are ; all 
Hands, that the rod of empire might have 
swayed, in one long yelllow string wound.
	Tell how they lived and died
not heeding to the blight.
	Dying in distant music, even as it came...
upon the fated night ,  gloomy encompassing 
	thee around.
And in the green underwood and cover, up ,
	from the mystic play of shadows twining
and twisting as if they were alive...
	Mindful the while that thus time flies for you,
That I myself was not more whimsical. Burning
	more truely as it dwells, than 
where the lights scatter amid two voices.
	And all else is silent & perfect
with my choices.

Details | Ode | |

Pleasant Melancholy

It is symphonic
It is rhythmic
It tells a story,
of love and life,
of pleasure and pain, 
of joy and sadness;
a story of defeat and triumph

It is the invisible book
of the human experience
It has the power,
to move you,
to make you yearn for more,
of its delightfully painful, 
audible deliciousness

It can deliver you;
it can be your cry of deliverance
It is so mysterious; 
it could only be celestial

It straddles the emotions
quietly packing a punch,
but pulls it, only to suck you in 

When it hits,
it leaves no bruises
It knocks you out,
into the habitation of joy;
a relief from heaviness

It is transcendent;
a passport and transport, 
to the esoteric zone; 
the inner longing of the soul, 
warping the time in its wake,
at such a pace, 
that leaves you transported

It blows in,
from beyond the firmament,
riding the undulating,
invisible crests of space

It is copious in joyfulness,
filling the soulful emptiness; 
an aid to cope with the sorrowfulness
of humanness,
reaching deep into the soul,
soothing even the savage beast

It is infectious, but does no harm

It is delightfully musing;
rousing a deep satisfaction,
yet, in it, lies a deeper longing,
for something or somewhere,
fleetingly familiar, 
very present, yet very distant

Seemingly desiring to reconnect,
to something or somewhere,
enchanting, elusive, and disconnected

Shhh! Can you hear it? It is music! It is Jazz!

Details | I do not know? | |

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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she wanted something that sunglasses couldn’t see 
and the first taste I could give her 
of what her eyes were looking for 
was something like a silver jet flyin’ 
carryin’ blueberries 
‘cross the sky 
to her favorite rock star

Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Write Music Anymore

I don't write music anymore
And I'm not dancing alone in my room
The mirror reflects nothing but still life
And the speakers simply shout static
My bed is empty and unkempt
And I no longer rock, nor roll in my chair
Still, it moves
With aid from a ghost or perhaps,
The wind
For the window is shattered
Like ear drums by blaring bass lines
So, no, I don't write music anymore
But I'm still stuck on stanzas

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expanding negative-space

expanding negative-space

...from the eye
of an artist's


after-words language-weeps

from the wounds that reason makes;

seep from wounds of omission,
seep from some-deep-super-scary-Sa?sKara,
seep from some gimme-gimballed lurching-duality,

trembling from the loss of blood
lost in the wailing rhythm of suffering,
innocent victims like you and me,
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy",

there where the manic-music lifts
dreams farther-f u r th e r then the stretchered edges in longings go,

to those places where the bubble-breaks,

where all that's left is dark and deep.

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A phoolish junkie believes he has a lot of phriends
Until one of his alleged phriend’s dope supply ends
So he goes to the junkie who has a substantial stash
But unfortunately that day the needy one has no cash

Ain’t no junkie who’s going to give dope away for free
They tell the needy one not to bargain, beg or plea
You got cash to get dope and your sickness ends
And as I said, there are junkies who think they have true and lasting phriends

The one who’s pleading gets the sweats, shivers and shakes
But cash for dope is the only trade a junkie ever makes
Cough up the bucks and you’re sweat will turn dry
Because the life of a junkie is a matter of sell or buy

I know first hand that ain’t a junkie who really gives a sh*t
All he thinks about is his need for another hit
And that’s when an addict won’t care, loan or lend
Because there ain’t a junkie alive who has a true and lasting phriend
             © 2011.…Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~

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Slow Down

listen to the sound of the rushing world,
wonder what you'd hear if we all slowed down
a minute of an hour a second in a day 
Instead if speeding our lives away
What happens if we listen to a voice that is unheard
Would that make us different or just a bit absurd
Words are the music and in what we say
Do we still wish our lives away
Tomorrow would you slow down just for a second chance
To love someone you left behind to give them one last glance
And if you saw a gravestone of someone you held dear
Would you stop just for a second and shed a single tear
In the sounds of all the speed
Will we lose the truth that we all need
In a silence we all stare 
attending what was really there
In the hopeless hope is found
Making loud yet subtle sounds
In the future let me know
What would you do in bleeding snow
Stop and help the one you loved
Or flee the scene as an injured dove
In the furry of the fight with what is left will it be flight
Tomorrow would you stop and stare if blood washed down
Painted walls and streets around
And if you new the causer of would you wash your hands with the blood
Or would you run to a place of gold a secret place you still behold
A place where children frolic and play
A place where speed is left where it lay
A place of new adventure here
A place where newcomers all draw near
Listen to the sound of the rushing world
Would you listen or just be absurd
In what you hear does music play
Think of what it would be today
In a place where speed was left to lay
No more rushing through our life
In peace we call it calm without strife
Tomorrow may be different or just another dream
But this is the part where we place all the seams
And in a subtle laughter we may all feel absurd
But in the distant future this will be a different world.

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Gifted And Blessed My Song

A child was born gifted and blessed
Not understood by parents, siblings, and all the rest
Personality traits introverted, shy 
Leaning toward melancoly don't ask why

Drawn to music, art, crafts and poetry
Who loves to hear and tell a good story
Feeling insecure, unloved, and misunderstood
Fearing the worst, bottled desires to fit in if she could

Wanting a chance to just use her gifts
And help others not feel misfit
Lives her life in her hometown
Where this woman will never wear a crown

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Star seeding

How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
be made?
Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come
and pour your heart out with them.
It’s understated to say inspired,
conversations with clouds,
allowed and understood.
Good. When that thunder rolls you know that flash is going to illuminate a lot.
All you’ve got
is a few minutes to get that down, a word a code a sign.
To remind your mind again.
It’s like that for all of us, but we,
we who have learned to pay attention,
not to mention
that we like it,
we listen. That’s all it is.
Nothing mystic
or fatalistic in it.
We like to dance naked in the rain.
And let that rain wash right through us.
We’re not afraid of lightning, we know it comes from the Earth.
And we’re rooted there. Deep.
So keep
your judgments to yourself about what’s right.
There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate.
And Fate
can be re-written any time by intent.
Well meant
wishes sent to you do good and keep you strong.
So that rain of inspiration won’t burn you up, keep you watered long
After you’ve apologized.
So we let it through in verse, in muse, in story disguised
As truth. Star seedings through us all
Watching as seeds fall
And sprout in the rain
on Earth.

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The End of the Beginning

Don’t come near me
When you don’t know the tears that I’ve cried
Don’t know the pain that I hide
Don’t pretend to understand
When you don’t know all that I’ve seen
Don’t know all of the things that this body has been

Don’t try to hurt me now
When it’s only just that I’ve survived somehow
Keep away from this girl 
If you don’t have a clue
Of where I’ve been or what I’ve been through

Someone once told me that they saw everything in my eyes.
How I know what its like in hell.
Well he’s right and its true.
It’s dark and dangerous and full of despair
I have seen dirt on the floor
I have seen starry skies through teary eyes
Holding onto these memories has cost me dear

Last night you haunted me in my dreams
It was beautiful and life seemed bright
The waking light revealed the hidden truth
Behind your stretched smile the curtain slowly draws
I can see only the silhouette 
Of your strung out stage bow
And I understand 

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What's That I Hear

What's That I Hear?

The bells are ringing,
     listen, listen.
The angels are singing,
     do you hear?
They are telling the story
          once again.

The Son is exalted, exalted.

Handel's Messiah is heard
     in heaven, as always.
What a gift God gave us
     through one man,
          willing to listen.

Listen closely,
     listen with your heart,
          what do you hear?



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Schubert had a symphony
He didn’t quite complete,
Though the parts he finished writing,
We consider quite a feat.

David Foster Wallace
Left his novel not quite done;
Still, the accolades accorded it
Have piled up, one by one.

Many things have value
Even though they are unfinished.
An artist’s reputation means
Their worth has not diminished.

For projects may be started
But not make it to the end.
We cannot know the message
The remainders did portend.

Perhaps the final passages
Might not have satisfied;
The composer might have tossed them
And committed symphocide.

So we are left critiquing
Works abandoned halfway through.
Might they be much better finished?
We don’t really have a clue.

Details | I do not know? | |

Press Play

Press play 

And all my feelings

All the words I have to say 

The music carries 

In notes they float away 

And about the room Im watching them 

In circles they dance 

Telling you nothing but everything at once

Like when I speak

But I'm not expecting you to understand anything

Your ignorance is amusing me for now

You are unfortunately glorious 

As you sit upon your perch watching me play

What do you think of your unruly girl 

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It takes one

it takes one for everything
baby it takes one for everything
dontcha know
it takes one for everything
baby it takes one for everything

so, its when ya had enuf
(shedding million tears)
its when ya had enuf
(holding on you for many years)
its when ya had enuf
(forgiving all his lies)
its when ya had enuf
had enuf
had enuf
had enuf


Details | I do not know? | |

LOVE exclamation Oh Please

“Oh Romeo”, “yes, my sweet Juliet”
This love I believe,
Is nothing but fiction, nothing but a dream.
Pray show me a love
Untainted by pain
That time’s wretched hands haven’t touched 
And filled with lies, adultery and pure hate

Love sick mates
Sweet nothings and French kisses on the streets
So sickly in love.
So obliviously insane
How long does it last, how long will love stay
I’ll tell you how long, till love dreams some other dream,
Of enthralling beauty and a new found craze.

Then comes so dramatically 
Cursing and hating
Accompanied so innocently with kicking and screaming.
Such music to thy ears, such music do thou loved ones speak
Suddenly “it’s gone, no spark do I feel “
And in this do tell me does love just run away.
Weak, I say, is how love leaves you. Weak and distraught, and with nothing left but 

And the reason we find 
Such a thing may die
Is not but long legs or a wickedly pleasing smile
Like hunters they prowl 
The crowd for their next score
To boast of wildly among all their friends
Who deep inside they all know are their foes 

So fall deeply in love
But a warning beware
Of liars and lovers 
Who cannot help but stare
For time it seems is a sinister being 
It walks in all happy
And leaves you bloody,kicking and screaming.


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My Life's Song

I'm listening for the chorus
Of my life's song
Something familiar
To keep me strong

I'm listening for rhythm
Where I belong
Something I can dance to
All day long

I'm listening for the lyrics
To sing along
'Cause my life's a melody
Of right and wrong

So I'll follow the beat
Of my heart's gong
The resonating sound
In my life's song

Details | I do not know? | |


Once when the sea went black,
I followed the road,
And never looked back.
I set out on a journey long,
Following a forgotten song.
As I traveled throughout the land,
Walking past stone crumbled to sand.
I found myself deep down,
Under all the clashing sound.
For an instant that's all there was,
Me and my forgotten cause.
But now I see,
It wasn't meant to be.
So I won't find my song,
On this particular journey long.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

      Was  He


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks

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Time Take Me Onward

I’ve blown half my life away
Given my dreams away
All in the name of something called love

Would I go back in time
Recapture my own mind
That wouldn't be me or what I'm made of

So Time take me onward
Upward and homeward
Time be the healer of all I’ve done wrong
Don’t leave me in defeat
I followed my heartbeat
Time be the giver of love when I’m gone

Seems I’ve no fight left
I guess that it’s just best
To try to set right all that’s amiss

Can’t promise tomorrow
Don’t want you to follow
Just find remembrance in more than my kiss

So Time take me onward
Upward and homeward
Time be the healer of all I’ve done wrong
Don’t leave me in defeat
I followed my heartbeat
Time be the giver of love when I’m gone
Time be the giver of love when I’m gone

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Neelde Garden

In the end of everything I watch the fire
eat the bricks cement blocks perspire 
not noticing the temperature has gotten higher
while endlessly escaping the mobs desire
the gothic spire dissappears into the clouds chest
hanging dead in the sky with no shroud fixed
in a world of giants you're small as a mouse is
one needle nuzzled in a garden of thousands

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A smile in a thought of a "forever" like this.
A dream from a star's one wish.
A love of a life from a fairy tale one told
To a child with an imagination worth a whole pot of gold.

Can you really put a value to something like this?
Like that feeling you get from your last first kiss?
Or the dreams that come true from a shooting star's wish?
There's no value worth more than all this.

A song from a night from a heart's first glance.
A sway from a dress from a love's first dance.
A rose from a thorn from a child's freedom.
A ring from a night from a tear from one.

Can you really put a value to a moment like this?
To a second in time so carefree as this?
To a heartbeat caused by pure peace and bliss?
To a child's eye lit by a shooting star and a wish?

Could you tell me what it's worth?
Or could you tell me which came first?
Was it hope for a future unknown,
Or happiness from the love that's shown?
Was it a dream from a fairy tale,
Or optimism after every fail?
Because the child that I've never seen
Is one without a single dream.

So tell me,
Can you really put a value to this?
To a first kiss?
A child's wish?
Pure bliss?
To this?
To this moment looking into your eyes?
To a fairy tale defined
By you and I.

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Just Pass Me By

Why do you keep me chained up?
Why do you keep me here?
All I wanted to do was roam, but
You played a part in my fears
Your sadistic and your cunning, well
I think I know your name
Aren't you called life?
Shouldn't you be a game?

Life...Just pass me by...
Life...Just pass me by...

If I take you seriously I think I'll choke
If I take you lightly you'll leave me out
Why do you do this to me?
You're gonna suck me dry, no doubt
I always thought you were a joker, but
Now I see your true intentions
You are just like one of us and
Some of us are infections

Life...Just pass me by...
Life...It's all a lie...Just pass

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Old Time Rock and Roll

Just imagine this:

Old time rock and roll
This music makes me whole
Like in the days of old
Love that  in my soul

Tom Crew loves to rock, 
To old casetts he really bops
He dances in his socks
And it's really not, a shock

Old time rock and roll
This fills Alf's body's soul
Like in the days of old
He loves that rock and roll

Bob Seger soothes my soul
With his old time rock and roll
YouTube was his greatest gold
He loves that old time rock and roll

Alvin and The Chipmunks 
rock, They're dance is the tops,
When it comes, to the gold;
They love to, rock and roll

Love that rock and roll
Old time music fills my soul
Like in the days of old
Love that rock and roll

(This idea came to me after hearing Bob Seger(Hadn't hear in a long time) again.  Went to 
YouTube and found some of his songs "Old Time Rock and Roll " being one of them. I 
wanted to put it in some kind of form so everyone could be reminded of him.)

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And You Wont Hear A Word

The harmony, the melody,
the placidity and subtlety
of each pianissimo note,
the rage and intensity 
of each forte beat.

Each bar, each measure,
each line, each piece,
and all the curves,
sharps and flats,
and every clef.

I`m irate: I bang the keys
and it sings my anguish.
I`m jovial: my fingers gush across the keys
singing my happiness.
I`m forlorn: I slowly drift up and down
it sings my desires and tears.

I need not words,
I need only my piano
and it will speak for me.

How good,
how angry,
how happy, 
how sad.

How sordid,
how love struck,
how desperate.

I am.

It sings my most simple and complex feelings
and you won`t hear a word.

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Luciferia II-- The Damned

Run away Run Away No matter how Far You will never escape my dark hands of faith Wicked and Damned you are my Sin Darling Don't you Tremble when I embrace you The cold and Dark may fill every marrow But at least there were here For You Tell Me how they So Loved You Tell Me All of your fears When the world is done and all their trust will render Undone I will always be with you And Now We cease to Exist Luciferia I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be Draining into the Night Shivering With the Smallest of Frights I am the Ghost In Your Dreams I watch You Through the Window Yes that is your name Written In Blood Are You Scared? Are You Suffering? The Dark fate is what was Meant to Be This is what happens when you Brake Us with Words Destroy us with sights Twists are minds Set our will On Fire I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be

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Newborn hair
sweeping the world aloud,
she moves easily,
frail fire.

and I've cast and will cast
the spectrum's of my reflections
in the element-
ed blink of thousands.

Slowly catching curves
with winding
through the one,
my only,

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Circle Pit Sanctuary

I inhale temptation;

shrugging shoulders of


Suck teeth stained

with indifference;

While copyrighting

my daydreams. 

I’m an American Badass,

low class, white trash,

with expensive delusions.

I get impatient with repetition,

So I shovel spiritual vagrancy into the 

mouths of my peers

with metaphoric spilled beers

and ashy mouthed proclamations

of a wandering disposition. 

I sing songs tied to the same ragged beat,

the one that makes the speakers 

bleed just as much as the  crowd.

Heavy Metal rants,

just sharp enough to rip

the pants of your morality

                     … but, just for the night

In the morning the truth of why 

you’re here, and anything else

that seemed unclear…

will be hanging low,

just over your head

like ripened fruit;

Fighting gravity the 

way you’ve been fighting


It’s right in your face. 

Like heavy elbows in a mosh pit. 

Your stomach is curdled,

soul a little sick,

but your eyes have never

been more focused.

You understand what is important:

The friends willing to toss a full 


brave the circle pit,

 pick you up, dust you off…

And throw you back in

with a smile. 

The Scars you’ve earned,

and the blood you’ve saved. 

The pain you’ve felt,

the joy shown through busted lips

and scabbed knees;

the chaotic calm of life lived

on the brink.

The Circle Pit Sanctuary.

Where the lost can rage,

and be at peace.

Where the broken

find the truth in the

lies of their lives.

Where the hopeless

can strike at the wind,

and fall against muddy Earth,

to be picked up by

a brother,

by a sister,

by the music of

the anger being

purged from a spirit

that might not have

otherwise made it

….to the show.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Mahler No 9

Mahler No.9,
not so inclined,
to be so entwined.
That final note,
of letting go.
Then silent measures,
with silent voices,
the instruments of fate,
and quiet choices.

Details | ABC | |

The Night and Her Ways/Lost Under The Sun

there is a moon,
shining all alone
under all seas looming side to cloud
fall in our night and wait for the one who makes
slip in the prowl
the beasts hold night at growl
howling their sorrows
move midnight forever is tomorrow
come to our dark we run deep in the dusk
trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun

trust your yearning haven safely break
grey sky a-standing
standing far astray

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun 
lost under the sun

there is a place
marble floor and blue
there is a space 
that was meant for what was you
summer now white a different sort of lone
cold in our skin deeps
looking towards our glow

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun

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I Close My Eyes to Look At You

I close my eyes just to look at you
And ignore the smoke
To create the vision I think I should have of you
Then the smoke rises and
I have to open my eyes
Just to squint out the tears
Now the vision of you I created
Is blurred by salt water.
No, this is not the ocean,
We are not going sailing 
If it was the ocean,
I wish it would dry.
I’m writing music for my head to hear
To fill the spaces I never heard you say I love you
And I’m not even musically-gifted,
My brain is just so empty without the fake tunes.
On days I can’t write my own music or sing my own song
I forget there was music at all since the beginning of time
And I pretend that emptiness is a normal feeling
Out of hollow spaces might come something magical.
Maybe once silence was golden 
But in my world silence rots like unwanted apples 
Till the stench grows rank with decay 
And I decide my obnoxious cymbols
Are better than no sound at all.
I crank up the volume to drown out the world
But they don’t seem to notice
They are the reason for my distance!
I’ve painted over the window to my house 
Now the only light that gets through is just obnoxious
But I don’t have the courage to draw the curtains 
so pesky light always creeps in

I close my eyes just to look at you 
And then I see your face
I close my eyes to see you 
But that ain’t lookin’, that ain’t lookin’ at all.

Details | I do not know? | |

Liar's Moon

   It would have been a pretty moon, 
If I’d not been alone. 
It would have been shining bright, 
On a heart I called my own. 
   But here I sit beneath a sky, 
Of darkness I have made, 
And think of this game I’m in, 
But wish I hadn’t played.
   Oh liar’s moon, I’ve been deceived, 
By the brightness of your smile, 
You called my name, made me believe, 
You’d be here for awhile. 
   I’ve been a fool for your love, 
Gave up my heart and home, 
The sky is empty...You have gone, 
I’m left no place of my own.
   So, now I am a prisoner, 
Of lives I thought were dreams, 
The bars that surround me, 
Made of your piercing beams. 
   I realize I am still a fool, 
And though I feel so lost, 
I’d throw it all into the wind, 
And count you worth the cost. 
Oh liar’s moon, you’ve won again, 
I guess the joke’s on me, 
You stole away my spirit, 
And called it “setting me free”, 
Oh liar’s moon, you’ve won again, 
I guess the joke’s on me. 

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My Time

No sun has ever shone
So clear through the night
No moonbeam ever glown
So true with delight
The more I look
The more I see
When something new
Occurs to me

No winds have ever blown
With no change in sight
No mind's-eye ever known
Such meaningful flight
The more I dream
The more I sleep
Where space and time
Are mine to keep

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God's Message to Man 2/2

God’s Message to Man				2/2

Man, O Man, 

I also gave you the most precious gifts of music and poetry,
To drain out your hatred, dirt’s, anguish, agonies and pains,
I gave you the wonderful childhood, the beauty of being in adolescence 
And the most sweet and splendid, the gift of being young,
And to feel the strengths and pleasures of being young.
I gave you wisdom and maturity, with the gift of knowledge sublime,
Beyond every thing, the rare gift of music to sooth your throbbing heart.

I also gave you, a bunch of beautiful Religions, beliefs and faiths,
I gave you all these, so that you can enjoy the pleasures in Peace,
I have given you every thing O Man, by which you could have made,
A heaven on this beautiful earth.

But Man, O Man, What in return, you have given to Your God,
Only hatred, greed, violence, unrest without a sign of peace anywhere on earth
But what has bothered Me a lot, 
Is your act of spoiling this beautiful earth 

You have spoiled every thing; I gave to you to make your life happy, 
So that you may live with peace and love,
Should I take back every thing, I gave to you?
Before you destroy this priceless wealth, by you acts.

Think and rethink, O Man,
The first thing which you should do 
Is to decrease your over burdening population,
Or else I will have to do some thing to do so,
It is never too late to improve yourself.
Provided you can hear My Voice,  O Humans


Kanpur India 20th April 2010 2010

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A breath is drawn, as morning dawns
the flute, to lips, does rise
mellow notes echo ‘round
as sunlight streaks the skies

Night shadows fade, dim canyon walls
glow purple, red and pink
dulcet tones cascading
for thirsty souls to drink

Daybreaks first blush, a dewy kiss
arouse a sleepy world
harmony meets horizon
the sunrise has unfurled

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Mental Masochism

Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?

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Never Grow Old

I see them dancing
Across the Milky 
Way, Illuminates
Stars, as they go by
Singing songs of love

Gracing the star
Lit sky, as years
Go by singing
Songs of love, sigh

Never grow 
Never grow 
Old, Old, Old

They shall


(Some of the words in this poem are somewhat quoted from a song that my mother and 
father sang in their latter life.)

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The Sixes and Sevens Veil

All of those words and emotions Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind I want to caress them onto you But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse The past shouldn't control the present but it lingers in my spirit The words need to come out The Darkness with Them What if the truth couldn't set me free, save me from this candled day Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil Shrouded against our will too scared to show our bare Vulnerable Shadowself It was the ignorance's bliss that caught you The Knowledge creates a burden Too Difficult to Maintain or was it I? trying to be part of your soul The Decay of Your Heart Sadness can be cured by a few words Despair is a disease of the Knife The Eclipse stole the Sun's Sinlight Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart

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Dancing With the Carousel

 Raw boned, Time lines etched her face,
Her clothes hung from her frame,
Like the sails of an ancient ship;
Forgotten by the wind.

She drifted silently through,
Opened wide carousel doors.
Drawn by an invisible cord	
Wooden steeds began to move

Prancing, dancing up and down,
Carousel music stirring her veins.
Music pilots memory's flight
Her body a fluid graceful sway.

Musically transported to ,
 Another place, another time.
She moves with the rhythm,
Until she becomes the rhyme.

She's a willow tree,
One with the musical breeze.
Jeweled stallions rest midair.
The music stops.
She turns, and leaves.

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The American Legend

Soaring high, as the American's eagle pride higher now than ever before once more, elevated nearly every last peak how to mistreat the meek, weak unguided son why can't you offer unrequited love to everyone? oh, lord save me I cannot escape the agents that take hold of me, they surround me... So I levitate up and unbounded seems I've once again found it an escape, from an uneasy paradise This burst explosion A never ending love-peace energy welling up inside me like an underwater atom bomb forever and ever I shall go on accordingly unknown An art recession? let me make a correction this boy's a legend from birth on up banging hard breaking his way through the wall life can sometimes often throw up come crashing hard on the ground I wake knowing the feeling to lose everything except from what I learned from well known legends who made the wings I fly high on

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Rock-Contemporary Christian Music

At a church in a suburban community, I see a bunch of people and a trio of
rock/contemporary Christian bands. I'm either a soul trapped in a force field, or a guy
with a free spirit. When I listen to a lot of rock/contemporary Christian music, it's like
a party in my brain. It's also as if I'm going to a rock/contemporary Christian concert in
Arlington, Texas. The only reason why I listen to a lot of rock/contemporary Christian
music is because it's entertaining and inspiring. My favorite artists are P.O.D., Aly &
A.J., Skillet, Delirious?, and other artists. It's the other way to express myself freely
without holding anything back. If I were in a real band and I were good at playing the
guitar as well, then I'd be playing some rock music fused with contemporary Christian
music. It seems that I'd rather be at a church in one of the suburban communities than a
gospel church in an urban community. And if I were to own all rock/contemporary Christian
albums released by all of the artists, like, P.O.D., Skillet, and/or other recording
artists, there's no telling what great thing might happen next. I wonder if there's going
to be more contemporary Christian music and new artists? I guess I'll never know.

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Personal Jihad?

where is the decree
i follow you, you follow me
we all got forced around
one another found on the side of another brother's mother
this is the end if i may be so bold
i'm telling you now what i've already told
this is the basic end to the nigh in sight
let the death of me be the death of us all

a martyr? nah
just someone with a decent head upon their shoulders

i fight this holy war with myself
i put my feelings upon the shelf
then i let them gather dust
then i sink, i swim, i do many things
but none of them affect you
so why would you bother with a stinking urchin like me?
i fancy myself a lyricist
i write a rhyme upon request
if it's no good, then try again
that's what this has come down to anyway
not everything we put out is worthwhile
so figure things out yourself for once
because i am stuck around this verse chorus verse
i go onstage without time to rehearse
and wing it, believe it or not
is it any good though?
you decide

mother mary comfort me
oh wait, i already used that lifeline
now i'm just a tiny thread
dangling from this needle in your arm
i am your addiction
i am your heroin
you inject me like sex
but no pleasure comes from it
oh well, who knows
what we could have been anyway?
i'm just barely even trying now
bend over and give me a kiss
even if it's just as listless
as i may be
who are you?
i've nothing to say
who are you in different... less desirable...
social situations?
someone else
gulping down the nerves like pills with no water
sweat beads around your forehead
simply because your turn to speak is coming up
i'm not getting any better at this 

a martyr? nah
just someone bored enough to take the fall

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they  have  orange.
they have  green.
they  have  red.
they  have yellow.
they have  purple.
those  colours should  make  everyone  happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
because the    are nice   bright  ,happy  colours

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The Act

"The smile then melts off her face
in a frantic heat of boiling, screaming rage
and trickles down into a pool
of boundless sorrow...."

React like you think they think you should
Whether or not you really feel good 

The act will pass on
and so will they 
soon enough

Don’t you show your pain
Keep pretending you’re still sane

This life 
is a dream 
and it’s not long now
‘till we all wake up

Look for the song-----coming soon! 

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The Dance

Awaken summers child to hearts becoming
born of freedom, smiles, and laughter
given unto sin of decadence and desire
the nights were young
here and now was love
as the sea seeks the sand-

The day as beautiful prose
that which I remember
when you took my hand
amber kisses like dewdrops
upon the roses
this is the song to which
I dance each day
that carries me wherein
the music I no longer hear-

Spent memories my only friend
and I find my love story
lost among the stars
How I wish I could have
one last dance-

Let the music flood my soul
with divinity and purpose
but let it not be as vapors
let it always be as living water
that I may drink and thirst no more-

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What a Day

Sipping a fresh cup of dark roast, 
no sugar, 
no cream, 
listening to Mozart
eating veggie burgers 
and a potato
fried in light, 
virgin oil, 
reading a great poem. 

No wonder he didn't explode from
or die 
from the tightness 
in his throat.

His dog gave him joy when
she jumped up and put her big, red feet
on his lap. 
Dribbled water on him from her, soft
mouth after she drank 
lop, lop, lop 
from the bucket under the faucet.

Earlier, I may have written a poem about
this old man, 
sitting alone in his house, with
one light burning next to his torn, canvas chair,
his eyes cloudy and moist from
the beauty of the music.

Earlier, I would have looked in 
on this old man 
and wondered what his thoughts were, and
if he felt alone or sad.

Little did I know
he was full of joy
and looked forward to the
time he could do it all 
and again,
exactly as before.

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I’ve heard this many times before
But this time, my ears struck twelve
Heartbeats of life pace more and more
In sync with all that scratch and quell
While counting ticks on outlawed tunes
A solo, but oh, so off key
The cords of life anchored in June
The metronome of time in me
With passing phases of the moon
Accustomed to a self taught fate
Sheltered in my private cocoon
More room to grow and hibernate
In meditating out of sight
A healthy way for me to explore
Before I step out into the light
Before I look down upon the unsure
Such is the soaring Phoenix way
A merger of the heart and sun
To rise with burning passion each day
And brighten it for that special someone

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3,000 Miles Separate Fate

There you were
Just a blur
In the spur
Of the moment

A spontaneous rush
Of flushed confusion
An overwhelming lasting impression

This brief encounter
Bringing two strangers
A precious and a joyous sensibility
That's all too serene to be fiction

Effervescent euphoria
Permeates its way through the senses
Infiltrating effortlessly

Why did you have to go
And get on that plane

Now you're never coming home

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                                                        It weeps.
At the feeling of one's touch.
                                                                                         The hollering, screaming,
wrecking innocence, in silence.
                                 It once lay awaiting the touch,
awaiting the callused fingertips,
                                             and ready-
                                                                                                for the first strum,
bleeding into a love song,
                                                 silently killing a dove
  and regretting that first encounter.
                                                                     Which turned into obsession,
           deep, penetrating breaths, lingering while the wind unfolds the secrets,
                                                                                                 the story within the tune,
 the life throughout the song.
                                   And it never takes a soul for granted,
                                                           it gives
more and more
                                                                                           asking nothing in return,
patiently waiting for one more encounter,
                                                                a master soon to be.

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The Pleasant Racket

That cheese and apple affect,
chaotic yells for morning
by the simple cup of tea.

With smiling echo's in grim passageways
of graffiti laughs,
concrete surfs
and chewing gums dalmatian.

Rackets of rain
like falling rivers
are the singing shouts of
ambient joy.

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Domestic Travels

The beautiful muses
Erato and Euterpe 
Placidly and languidly
Drift, float, sway
They take me with them
"Cometh here, child
We'll show you where you are"
They sing in harmony as I
Clumsily lumber along
A mere passenger
Captured in a hypnotic trance
Incapable of creating
Only reincarnating 
This pure beauty
Yet for there to be beauty in some things
Must there be beauty in all things?

Details | Ottava rima | |


It's the pathetic adversity that divides men,
it has to do with the doubt of God's existence;
if we all came from Adam, our ruddy forefather,
why are we still carrying the weight of sin:
seeing each other different, 
not coming from the same source:
from the Northern,Southern,
Eastern and Western Hemisphere?  

We are made in His likeness,
despite the looks and traits so diverse,
but many dispute this...making it all too adverse;
and division has bred a malignant disease,
which runs in our bloodstream,   
to attest to the shameful perception of how we feel:
rebelling ourselves with expression of hostility and hate,
putting aside what truly matters and makes us thick!

If we are made in His likeness, from heads to feet,
why are we set apart and not confront our diversity?
And we follow in the same footsteps of all mortals:
a cherished birth and a cursed death,
seeing ourselves as gods...flashing glances of vanity,
engaging in bizarre behavior and taking on another lethal risk; 
making wrong choices by inviting the plagues that destroy Humanity:
lusting, stealing, cheating and killing to reap the bitterness of our deeds!

Unconcerned world, succumbed to economic decline and sin,
go back to the root which caused much unwanted grief;
open your closed gates and let the blessings flow in! 
Be that shining symbol of strength and morality with eyes so meek;  
and who can condemn you for being undefiled and strong? 
Let others praise you and remember you in their joyful song,
because you, too, are created in His likeness;
and in due time, you will be put to a severe test! 
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | I do not know? | |


Music Man

He says he’s the entertainer, so confident, so secure
When you gaze into his deep blue eyes you sense something more
As he walks through the crowd they all know his name
But he’s not looking for the glory and the fame
He has an old soul that was so easy to recognize
But he plays in a world so full of plastic and lies
He’s above the game they play, he’s so sincere
He’s got a wild spirit with no fear
He loves the fire but his heart is warm and true
And his piercing blue eyes look right through you
He’s the music in me
He’s the rhythm and melody
His words help me see the beauty in me
He’s Hollywood, if I could
But I never would
He’s Palm Beach, just a little out of reach
He’s words to a song
This can’t be wrong
He’s my Music Man
He’s a song that has never been sung
He’s an old soul with a spirit young
He’s a shooting star
A flaming guitar
He’s everyone you wish you could be
He’s living and dying to be free 
He’s the Music Man
He’s the Music in me

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Turn for the Worse

In the beginning
Things were so unreal
You were the ideal image
With monster sex appeal

You said you'd always be there
But what you've said is now a lie
Are you aware of the consequences
Your actions hold
Upon our bonded lives

A breaking of the chemistry
We took so long to build
Down playing this relationship
Into something never fulfilled

You were my four leaf clover
My lucky little charm
You've turned into a harlot
And caused nothing but harm

I'm at the bottom of this bottle
There may be some cause for alarm
Only finding comfort in
My friends Jack and Jim
Jettisoned into chaos
Where nobody can swim
Your selfishness is drowning me
You shouldn't have left on a whim

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me and six hippies

so im this town right
with six hippies, and i dont know what a hippie is yet
and we go to the bar
start talking about the water
and one hippie says he's startin to get sick
and im like well
do they well the water?
the second hippie says
my head is spinning
and the third one says no it isnt

I start laughing
and the fifth hippie got sick
I said I was already sick when i got here
so im not sure what it is
i ask
whats that smell?
They told me
the rest of the hippies
i said
what hippies?

I dont see any hippies

and then i fell into the pit
it was a hippie pit
i didnt know i was a hippie

so there i am in this hole right
with 6 hippies
and the first says
whats that smell
and i said
i think its you hippies
i was told you stink
so the first hippie
said i need to take a bath
the second hippie said
where you going with it
the third hippe asked
is every hippie in this pit

the six hippies did it
whatever they think they did
me and six hippies drinking water
gettin sick

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A sound of orient

A sound of orient 
He looks like a fragranced oasis in this city; 
a lean, yet muscular man in a dhoti, 
sweaty; playing flute, a plateful of bland food 
in front of him, his humble surrounding, the hut.
A village man, who has once come in chasing dream, 
is now a part of this city, a part of speed, 
all except his flute and customary dhoti. 

The dizzy sound travels up, to the fifth floor terrace, 
to the sad man and sadder woman, to the sadists, 
to the dying and to the dead. It climbs up like veins. 
His is a life, with its own brands of pain and love, 
not demanding, the way sometimes this city extracts. 
The days and nights extract a man. 
He hauls out others or vise versa. 

A sound disappears in sleep, 
becomes a village in the vale, 
where dreams move like sheep.
~© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar.

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An old motto renewed

woke up this morning
to an epiphany
of how your world works
be the best you can be
the best human 3 coil double flusher you can be
at first i was upset
in denial
that i too could live up to such high standards
how could i ever compete with such human waste
when they practice being a walking talking waste of skin everyday
acting it out
singing it
and making more money just by practicing an old motto renewed

Thats the only power you have over me
to be or not to be
a huge clog in the toilet we know as life
and i could practice it
all day and all night
no point in dancing around it in denial
but that might make me worth something
if i could pull off the feat of unequal measure
and finding someone to label what they really are
and laugh at the fact that they are oblivious to how your world works

Practicing being a total waste of skin
and then blame it on someone else
and hang their dead baby off my neck
but nope i'm better than that
i can be the best 3 coiler double flusher i can be
without any practice
just human nature at this point

Act 1 scene 2
making one person living a lie
look like a good person
as the rest of the play is all about everybody competes for the reward of being a clog in the 
toilet we call life
Song and dance
still the same glory
and yet soo many of you basking in your power
of who is or isnt in denial of how your world works
practice makes perfect i guess
no point in trying to change anything
just go dangle someone elses dead baby off your neck

an old motto renewed
be the best double flusher i can be
live it, sing it, paractice it to one day show the world their brand new lie
and next lesson of how to be succesfull at something
that will only come naturaly
why not?

Details | I do not know? | |

I do escape

way of creativity
Some how - strange
I feel
Destroys In me
Those, strong hold (friends)
I feel creative - fear
The end
let me explain
of Time
my Time
Relation to…
the object and the turn
Return (trade)
My youth
truth is;
I do escape
from this dimension
indulge (hate)
Love, but real 
has a number
ticket, stub

still, to the point

creative sparks
must retain
the lonely
dark Spark known  - (seen)
only shown

Details | Lay | |

is that blue or purple

well i starts 
in modern 
ways just 
jumping patterns 
that was stain 
orange juice 
with a kiwi
tarnish boots 
with silver chain 
blue berrys 
and grapes 
taste good 
but only one 
make me sing
in the day 
my sky is blue 
and at nite 
my sky is purple
one minute my woon 
is blue 
next it's purple

i was steam 
as i dream mean 
fell asleep 
gripping green and blue 
now i'm woke is that 
purple or blue..

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The Top

Can't you see
I lied again
Against your whim
Following I keep on following
As you lead the way
My lowest friend
How we meet again

Oh yeah
Oh no
Oh yeah
Oh no

It's the top see baby
Surely you're not all alone
Safe baby
The place that you call your home
Front seat baby
Maybe I'm lost
I don't trust a thought 
And i think to much oh come on
Come on come on say maybe
Come on  come on see baby
Come on come on say maybe
Yeah baby come on

I betrayed
You and me
I messed up again
Lost another good friend
Stop pushing I can't stop pushing
Down on all your walls
Till your broken again
To severe to mend

Oh yeah...etc

It's the top see baby...etc

Trusting me 
You're naive
Where do i begin
Starting from the end
Selfishly I keep on running and
Don't forget my name
I'm sorry again
All the words I spent

(I am still working on it)

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in fields of grey

Like a wild flower in the rain
Sometimes you get desensitized
By the company you keep 
And you forget to be a genuine person

Just like the arms you lie within
Your body cannot do without a warm touch
Driblets, a breeze, triplets
It was all a spring time hush

Like a wild flower
I saw you making hail in the rain
And I won’t carry through my days 
Without you by my side

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I've Crawled Ten Miles

I've crawled ten miles before
Even when they offered me more
Take it from me, babe, life's great
All you have to do is be patient, wait

Theres more to this life than just thrills
Don't keep doin' what you're doin', it kills
I've offered advice to you many times before
But you don't seem to see that theres more
Theres more to life than you think
More than cuttin' lines on the sink
More than blackin' out in your room
Keep it up and you'll meet your doom

I've crawled ten miles in your shoes
Snortin' coke and drinkin' the booze
Keep it up and you're gonna lose
So come on baby, you gotta choose

They lead you down an unknown path
If you keep it up you'll incur death's wrath
Don't let them tell you, "It's alright, take more."
Don't let them do it, what do they take you for
Drugs and booze aren't always the way
I'll offer you more advice, if I may
Push the snow and booze far away
Droppin' them is the only way

I've crawled ten miles in your shoes
Snortin' coke and drinkin' the booze
Keep it up and you're gonna lose
So come on baby, you gotta choose

Details | I do not know? | |


into daylight -
eyes open to
fragmented dreams,
morning coffee,
and today's feature story.
Nylons and high-heels
out the door,
the subway waits.

poco piu mosso
another day...
another day

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Music and Women

'Music and Women'

 Music is furniture

 A subtle presence to detain silence's torture

 The best piece being the understated overture.

 Women begin to inflict me

 Prick at me with clawing felinity

 Hurting me, murdering me slowly.

 My mind is unkempt

 Desires and whims are thus left

 Ne'er to be sated, adding to acute discontent.

 Bereft and spiritually in debt

 I'm trapped in penning many a tedious triplet

 One after the other, minute by minute.

 Their sole purposes to decorate time

 Embellish space, fill a line

 But nothing more, nothing else to consign.

 Ringing in unison to a bell's chime.

Details | I do not know? | |

Rocks Lament

All pale and staring at the stage…
Do you see that scar – I was there in 64…
Do you hear that sound is as good now as it was then…
Do you see the kids…
We were so young back then…
Sweet smells around the sage sends my mind back stage to a place so far away…

I wonder if the message is the same?
I wonder if the dope still has the same effect?
I wonder if that mirror is wrong?

All too few the times – all too predictable the rhymes…
Black turned grey and rock turned oldies…

Details | I do not know? | |

sliding door on a van

It's just descriptive
but you my take it a different way
I can smell the mix of us in that article of clothing
leaving the situation too abruptly
I'm not innocent of knowing
like a dream inside of a dream
life is so much better more
fascinating than fiction
your second chance I hope you realize and a risk on love you don't miss
here you are walking away
there I am in a burning building situation and looking for the exit
there I am driving down the street
when for a couple more conversations and moments with you
I should've stayed
it's just descriptive
but you may take it a different way

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my days with the seed of love

purple silhouette
my love has arrived
she looked into my eyes,reached into my soul, and placed inside...
a jazz ribbon

my golden one, lady of diamond
my muse,man
she's come from eden's bayou

born of the forbidden fruit
seed of the unknown

she was untouched before i met her

i could say i love her
she prayed while i traveled different worlds, in many dimensions
yea, she's my muse man

aphrodite's girl, the object of zeus' desire, my perfect girl

we lied in the back of the world's cemetery
writing our loves on tombstones unmarked

her lips gripped mine-
sensual and sweet

the day was ours
this life was ours

yea man, aphrodite's little girl,all grown up

Details | Free verse | |

No More

I have resolved, finally, to fight,
fight back against those cruel oppressors - memories.
No more shall I drown in the flood, broken;
no more shall I lie down.

I have resolved to smile again,
and not that of a mask;
to let pleasures entice
and beauty inspire.

The crispness in the wintry air,
though harsh, invigorates;
I grin at the scarlet coat of the cardinal,
alighting on a bare branch.

I let sweet, rejuvenating music
fill my limbs and my lungs;
it drives me forth,
pushing ever further onward.

No more shall I allow our past, her shade
to haunt and hurt me;
I've locked that away,
met and rebuffed the ghosts of the past.

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Last year’s alarm clock by my beside silently, vigilantly ticked away until 4:02 AM 
In the hour of Platonic picture-perfect darkness kept company solely by the bloodshot red
Of the alarm clock reading 4:02 AM
And a suspicious newcomer, causing panic like a foreigner in a shtetl, arrived
In my abdomen, pain, as from machete clutched by any modern horror-flick fiend
Or ancient Mayan warrior bronzed by the timeless sun, who had seen it all by then
Pain induced, and the panic of ignorant xenophobia at this alien agony, nameless
Causeless, baseless
And I, car-less, helpless to the whims of any pluricellular stowaway aboard the meals I ate
Or long-waiting malcontent festering quietly at my expense, awaiting my moment of weakness,
Before crashing the drums of revolution,
Or even maverick cell born of my own body, swearing me the true enemy
And the alarms are sounded too late, or rather too early, before any outside force can be
So I collapse into the indifferent suede of the sofa, 
With mutable chestnut Rorschach blots on the cushion shadowing our past encounters,
And I conduct the grand electronic symphony that permits the tinny notes of
Arlo Guthrie’s guitar, which shoot like bullets, speed like beams of light 
Across the years from 1967 to today, from Stockbridge to my apartment
To me, son of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob, and of a thousand other fathers
My world defined by pasts, by traditions, by the presents of others.
The pain subsides like the tide, backing away foot by foot as it glares me in the eye
Grudging me victory, in the battle, anyway, though the war may be yet begun,
So I nestle in my quasi-significant nook in time, as in the hug of an oversized sofa,
Between the aftershock of near-death and the afterglow of “Alice’s Restaurant”
And I hope my present may too hurdle across impossible chasms
Like Wells’ Argonauts, my presently unknown gifts,
May suffice as to be a past for the present of another
To voyage to the future to comfort their solace, though my hand may be eternal still,
Like the acoustic guitar that had its day in 1967

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Impromptu Concert

Hear the music in mid-flight,
A soft trophy moment as 
Melodies of mandolins and violins weave together;
Listening and watching
My eyes and ears follow
As starry night sky and music
Create a personal sanctuary;
In unison the strings blend
And rejoice while proclaiming and
Communicating without words;
The recital ends in a whisper as
The audience reflects on
Dreams of sweet desire.

Details | Rhyme | |

Like Music To My Ears

“Drip, Drop”
                                                                                                          Accentuates the spot,
Of my serenity
                                                                                                     From an unusual location
As peek-through light
Toward my eye gates
                                                                                                                      To compliment
The scorching strip of light behind me
                                                                                                                      To compliment
The supplementary silence and darkness
                                                                                                                             Inside me
With acute,
                                                                                      “Drip, Drip, Drop, Drop, Drip, Drop”
Just enough,
                                                                                                                             To soothe
As the silence,
                                                                                              And darkness sings the blues
“Drip, Drop”
                                                                                              Adds the right touch of B-Bop
To keep me swingin’

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you know best

take it easy take a step back
you never helped me follow through
don' bother asking why
secrets so often lead to lies

every time i try
doubt lingers in my mind
twisting and turning and causing me stress
I never sleep well while knowing

I'm guna regret this
try and erase this
how could i forget that
lessons deserved learn best

trust, don't let it rust to much
these words grow weaker, with every touch
no sense in forging a false pretense
another way to say you're full of it

only in my mind
can i find a piece of mine
yearning deserving simply more
whats so wrong with thinking

I'm guna regret this
try and erase this
how could i forget that
lessons deserved learn best
just turn around
you're lost not found
the secrets out
had enough
of you I've found
hearing your secrets sour my mind
so down your road
a block or so
i can't condone you
you're not like me
I'm blind
But i don't owe you

all but vague

no longer there to your dismay
asking why almost a million ways
I'm hungry for advice
hearing yours don't make me wise

Your lies don't change your fate
i mean you no disgrace
postponing controlling things sure to come
all the while your asking

am i guna regret this
try and erase this
will i ever forget that
lessons deserved learn best

you know best

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Two: Babel On

The eclectic neglected feel so disrespected you know I wrecked it where ever I step -ed and you would, dismiss it? I'm brain fried a drain dried step up to my main eye in the middle of my seeing stones I see your tone, its mellowdrone Neglected eclectic you seem so collective it seems so effortless the celebrated, all frustrated because they can't get any more wasted or useless I won't waste it on you, another thought I know I can't break through your drought I know I can't prove to you, it's rotten that doing the right thing is toughest often I guess I'm neglected, come from the collective and consciousness is overrated for the freest all sleep naked.

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Wine, Women, and Song

Wine, women and song-
delirious impressions
both over- and understated.
Nonsense to the uninitiated.

This is how my daydream began:
gyrating  on stage with long hair
like and adolescent shaman-
visions of a young Jim Morrison.

Wine, women and song-
punk, funk, southern boogie drunk
battle ax guitars, pounding drums
blacken and brutal beer soaked bars.

This is the dream come true:
an insidious reality
that suddenly struck rude.
Nonsense to the uninitiated. 

Now, it is still the wine
women and song that I long for. 
Indelible impressions
both over-and understated. 

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River of Sorrow Take Me at Last

(River of Sorrow) Take Me At Last

What did I tell you, love of mine
I said I was jaded but trying to find
Cracks in this wall, a small ray of light
Feeling the pain of my feet on this path
Watching the world as it has a good laugh

Lines of the scars you read on my wrist
Don't make a big deal now, think nothing of this
They're just maps of pain, roads that I've passed
Being a fool in the cogs of belief
Just like Barrabas, caught like a thief

And so I bring not a thing to the table
I thought you should know I've emptied my glass
I hold neither hope for nor fear of tomorrow
River of sorrow, take me at last
Take me at last

Whatever fuels you is draining me
A master of puppets you turned out to be
Standing beside you, it's like I'm alone
I know that there's darkness getting too thick
The cage door is closing, I've got to move quick

And so I bring not a thing to the table
I thought you should know I've emptied my glass
I hold neither hope for nor fear of tomorrow
River of sorrow, take me at last
River of sorrow, take me at last

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Song Of Sorrow

Entrancing song,
A feeling arises from deep
Within it was for long.

Melodious song,
A mood revels from inside
Of where it was all along.

Expressive song,
A memory flows from afar,
In which I once belonged.

Saddening song,
A thought reminds from ago
About times I once known.

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Creature of havoc

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I lie in bed making up stories 
trying to figure reality
like the center of everything 
listened to by the radio
i strategise with my garbage
somehow the riddles of song are there to save me
the artists know that by reaching out to me
having me figure out their puzzle
they can save one life and millions of like minded individuals
i represent
but if the bad guys catch on then it all goes out the window

I open my window
light some incense 
close the door
put the lit candle on the sill
lay myself on my bed my father gave me 
I wonder sometimes is cursed and perhaps
was conceived on
and thats why i cry on it soo often
my name is one metaphor i haven't figured out

laying underneath a blanket i snuggle all night I've named mike
Michael for short
crying into a pillow i named after a boy i fell for with bad teeth
and all the right looks named Brian
my other blanket Ben

so under a blanket of Michael
in my skimpy underwear
thinking how lonely i am 
how i wish i could brainwash myself to exercise
i ponder the dreams I've been having
Nine inch nails screaming lyrics don't you know what you are?
and i still don't....

a dirty blonde haired six foot something 215 pound fatso
who needs to lose weight and wear less revealing underwear
it all comes clear to me

I get out of bed
running to the stereo at first then the singer says something
i wont curse you with
so i go to hide in the bathroom until the delusion passes
until i can regain some sanity and escape myself
but stupid me put the label of urban legends on my bathroom door
so i fling the door open
think the word psycho
which I think of myself most days
and scream out loud
it's all coming clear now

heart pounding
the stereo
still guiding me with it's blue glowing haze from across the room
poetic justice i suppose
i hope i'm not a metaphor for a city
i hope i'm not a metaphor for a king
I hope i'm not a metaphor that affects too many people
but underneath this blanket of an angel of justice
is the real me
talking to myself in the dark

am i crazy
or have i just been visited again
by an arch angel
and the gods of this world have made me insignificantly important
and thrown out my free will
which im nervous to discover

If only you knew the whole story!!!

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The Pirate

Dude never asked to be a pirate,
Dude was just chilling,
but given a chance at that status,
of course he was willing.
He found it a life to be quite
with cannons, and swords, and an occasional
Well one day his mates asked
Dude what was wrong,
and Dude said, "It's been months, since
I've hit a bong.",
picked up his guitar and sang them a song.
"I'm stressing, I'm frieking, this life out
at sea;
It's time to set forth a monumental
This killing, this stealing, this life ain't fer' me,
let's chill, and play music, and live peacefully.
We'll drink, and we'll think, and we'll smoke lots of
We'll sail and spread Love, and grow easily;
we'll live for the day, and in harmony."
Well the mates huddled up, and broke
out in form,
and told Younkavich
that they would conform.
And their ship, which was sunk,
sailed away from the storm.

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25 Sense

25 Sense   (an original song)

I won’t die
But I killed my yellow bird
A shot I never heard
Covered by my sigh
When I didn’t keep my word

I don’t buy
Yet I billed the scene I slurred
With the weight of a silent word
I drug a head held high

Now I sigh
Though it’s making me tired
I’m inspired to inspire

I won’t lie
I’ve been such a liar

Why have I been so afraid to try?

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The Leftovers

I was cleaning my room tonight  
and came across a guitar pick,
one of your used.
A further search 
among broken staple cartridges,
multi-colored plastic coated 
and classic metal paperclips and 
pennies, produced  
five other picks, 
worn down from their
original rounded triangles
to somewhat odd circles.  
I laid the picks out in a circle
like flat quartz rocks against
the sand-colored formica of my desk.
Two sky blues, one pink 
and two tortoise shells.
I close my eyes and hear your blues,
and mine surge like a wave
until I gasp for air.  
I treasured away your discarded picks
in a heart-shaped ceramic dish 
that got broken somehow
in the move at the separation.  
There should be more than this,
but I became unsupportive, you said,
when I tired of the smoky bars,
and then I wanted a degree,
which absorbed any extra energy,
so you no longer pitched me your picks
or thought I cared.
Maybe someone new gets your leftovers,
But I'm better off not knowing, 
just in case there is a limit past
the pain of which I couldn't take.
But I'll keep living anyway,
As long as there is a sun in the morning 
and the moon at night,  
I'll live for the rises and sets
if that's all I get. 

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Primal Urge

consciousness untouched for quite some time
direct caress along the eardrum
rattle rumble howl
somewhere deep in the purple shade
twisting unformed down beneath the scanning lights
searching pinning
sensors gleaming, undulating
it creeps beyond, seeking
winding further, serpent of sound

carrying a basket of frozen grapes and discarded photographs
faded, bent corners
coming apart at the edges
electric cry reverberating
pierces the heart of silence
falling into discord before
everything resolves into
march of ten thousand declinations
inclined to debate
decline to state
what found the star beneath the broken gate?

sometimes the darkness rises above
twisting into a spiral configuration with the dawn
sickness grieves over the corner of conscious corruption
with a silver spear in its eye
bleeding tears of indignation
into the soil
from which sprout dandelions dripping pus

starlight crystallizes against the eye
against ever knowing, you shield your face
raising your arm to block out the light
but it falls against your wall nonetheless
battering, grasping, finally sliding away
you hear the last pitiful plop
as truth denied falls to the ground
and you wonder
whether you want McDonalds or pizza for dinner.

Sometimes, watching the moon rise
a sensation shivers through and threatens to overwhelm
a needful expectation borne of unknown roots
laughing moon dogs dance for their dinner
shivering the black air with their satiation
sympathetic hunger pulses somewhere in the center
and the listener cannot help but think of
venison, blood, and moonlight.

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A Decadent Heart

Darkened, soiled, burnt.
The maggots squirm in love.
Felt through novel nerves,
a litany betrays your senses.

Inflated corpse of blood,
it savours its own demise.
Hollowed and enlivened,
it spews poisons freely.

Plain cobbles whine,
tortured by the resident.
A meaty bit of pain,
left to lesser means.

Leaves of death flutter,
brilliantly coloured bits.
The the hour of Hell,
and the season decay.

Time passes haltingly,
not wanting to progress.
The clocks will move,
but no longer do they tock.

A rhythm of solitude,
a beating at the door.
The caution will depart,
and the flesh will descend.

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song of the dying (original)

Tears fall 
For I cannot feel them
Upon my rough hands
My scar’d palms 
All alone 
Wondering ever which way
Where do I go
I am from?
A slight moment of puzzlement
Lightly confused 
Politely misused 
The secrets they’re telling you
Pretend it doesn’t matter 
One just knows not what to do
Given away myself in every song
Swallowed the bars last liquor
Now images only seem blurry 
In the past picture
The highway haunts you
Night fall taunts the blue 
All life wants from you
Is the Truth

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Music massage my soul,
To caress,perhaps console;
Music uplift my heart
As distress fades and departs.
Music moving,brings a tear,
My senses stripped of their veneer;
Music tingling the spine,
Heaving emotions re-align.
Music for my every mood
Impacts my solitude.

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RSVP If U Find Peace

Label it RSVP if you find peace 
Found paradise 
But happiness was deceased 
Let me know if you find peace 

The sound of my alarm clock 
Brings chills to my body 
I’ve been blessed with another day 
By this evening I'll be done forgot it
I was blamed for trouble 
By my adolescent years 
My misery doubled 
Hands together, head bowed 
The misery I allowed 
Blacks, poor whites, and Mexicans 
After the math we looked on for less again 
Walked as ghost 
With the Continental army on Churchill 
After peace 
That one militia would have a full course meal 
Prophets locked in submission 
Mercenaries trapped under the Lords supervision 
To heal another’s wounds, such a decision 
Lucifer and Jehovah 
Two brothers locked in a crash collision 
As pawns on their chess boards 
How can we learn to love 
When all we see
Are Relatives clashing below and above 

Label it RSVP if you find peace 
Found paradise 
But happiness was deceased
Let me know if you find peace

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Those Tunes

When I find you
I press the repeat button
That is when it flows
From my mind to the paper
Words whether related or not pour
The lyrics and tune fill my soul
Bubbling inside me I spill
All my creativity
Out to my favorite songs.

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Darkness Enclosing

Thrust into a nightmare
That will never let you go
So please don't try to run and hide
You know that I reside inside

Have you ever felt this vicious hate
Finding it difficult for you to eliminate
All these temporary states of rage
You've tried so desperately hard
To keep locked in their cage

These uncontrollable outbursts
Will only get worse
Is this making you feel
Like you're going to burst

Like a curse that extends
Beyond your wildest dreams
The extremely seductive
And supreme being

But now I fiend for the chances
Of hearing you scream
Is it possible for you
To understand what I mean

When I say that fear and malice
Have become your friends
Confirming your damnation
All the way up to the end

For me to administer
These sinister thoughts
In your brain
I drain the pain
From your veins
But to you it's the same

Now you claim that my game
Is what made you insane
But that's lame
Don't blame all your shame
On the things you became

I am just an illusion
That is created by using
All the effects of seclusion
In this so called delusion

I am taking you down without making a sound
This breakdown has been running you up into the ground

Your head's spinning faster and faster
As time seems to stand still
A subliminal mind trip
Refusing free will

My magic spell
Has got itself twisted around you
And you have no idea
What the hell you should do

So just sit back
And let yourself try to unwind
And find out how
I took control of your mind

Releasing the beast
Enraging the fire
I will not retire
Until you expire

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Blue Collar Blues

I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time, 
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are 
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the 
Blue Collar Blues.

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta

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A Song of Freedom

A bird forgotten in a rusty cage
Waking up to see the last of day
A broken wing that whispers of a war
To be let out is all he’s hoping for

All alone without a will to breathe
Too afraid to finally fall to sleep
Nothing left so he begins to sing
The dancing rhythm granting life within

Another heart that sings of other lives
So universal it transcends all time
Another tune to free an empty soul
The lonely bird now understands and grows

So he wakes with patience and a song
The bird remembers what it is to long
The deeper that his music comes to be
The more the bird desires to be free

The bird decides to share his greatest work
A song of freedom stronger than despair
His music travels over open plains
He keeps on singing even in his pain

His final note now reaches every ear
His final breath has emptied every fear
The bird has finally left his rusty cage
The bird, once broken, has truly found the day

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Method to the Metal

Hardened shells
Pulsing blood
Stretching veins
Quivering wrists
Just rebellious enough to feel evil
Evil death
One with evil
Unconsummate death

Pounding ears
Reflecting torment
Lucid thought
Irascible memory
Desperate plea
Enveloped in
Thick passion
Excuseless rage
Unattainable outlet
Beating my head
Loosens the tourniquet

Postiche creator
They'll never know
What they've done

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I hear my soul 
singing to me 
inside the radio 
and I know 
I'm different 

Separated from every one 

I wear my soul 
massaging my mind 
I sense my soul 
its here 
in my headphones 
and I know 
you think 
I'm different 

Separated from everyone 
I choose my soul 
and then sing along 
I feel my soul 
how can I be wrong? 
I might be a freak 
but this 
is my song 

separated from everyone 

I wear my soul 
on my back 
forgetting myself 
memorizing what I'm taught 
I wear my soul 
under my jacket 
only I know 
and I just can't stand it 

trying to be like the rest 

I wear my soul 
under these sunglasses 
I can't escape my soul 
I can't escape my soul 
what don't you know 
what do you know 

Trying soo hard 

separated from everyone else 
trying to be 
like the rest 


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Tumbling Collapse

When the mental walls
Come crashing down
You cannot help
But hear the sounds
Of the terrified screams
Above it all
Your existence was condemned to fall

Where will you be on your judgement day
Will you have gone all the way
Or will you have to pay
The ultimate price
Of a life filled with sin
Turn against Him
And you cannot win

As you stand at the gates
You're amazed
And you're shocked
To find out
That they are eternally locked

Now forced to spend eternity
Surrounded by the flame
In the end
Was it worth denying his name

So now's not the time
To regret all your decisions
After spending ten seconds
In your manifested prisons
With maddening and subliminal voices
Torturing your soul
Feeding off your fears and dreams
For It's sick and twisted goals
To set your eyes astray
By making you say that He's in the way

Your mind is on fire
Confused by desire
Are you ready to conspire
And have all things go dire

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This is what I remember
When I think of you
It's as if I'm flying
Limitless unbound

Lifted spirits
Dilated eyes
Quintessential love

I envision those flowers
So perfectly placed in your hair
As we dance the night away

Forgetting all that is wicked
Relief beyond belief
Memories of evenings shared
Staring at the stars
Enthralled by precious moon lit skies
Those next mornings
And the way your eyes
Appear the second you awaken
Soft smiles between us both
As your genuine heart
Radiates oh so immensely

Completely sharing
These special moments
Committed to sharing equal roles
Getting a chance to explore
And discover
What you really want in life

That was my chance
But I blew it

Should have seized
And fully absorbed
Those times as precious
As those cozy
Refreshing mornings

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Control yourself

Moving faster, your hands are touching me everywhere and I just want you to do things to 
me that I ain't never seen. Oh baby don't stop, I feel my clothes jumping off it's like a 
maragoround and i'm screaming control yourself. Oh baby your kissing me, got me on my 
knees shouting baby please slow down your moving too fast. You know just what buttons to 
push on me, you know what makes my body weak. One touch and I get really stupid, Oh don't 
you know what your doing to me? Control yourself I try to tell my body but it's no help 
boy you got me excited and I can't stop not until i'm finished what you already got me 
started. I want this so bad, hopefully my mom won't find out. With that thought I push 
you off I thought I had more self control. Oh but you smell so good. I know you would do 
my body good like milk.I smile and hop off but I know all the while, your watching me 
walking away whispering this isn't over.

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Tap Shoes

Black platform,
mary janes
with taps
on the ball
and the heel.
Across many stages
that have peeled.
Many tall orders they
have filled.
The cards have been dealt,
as she kneels down to pray,
with her dancing shoes only
feet away.
Maybe the day will come again,
when she dusts them off,
as the music begins to play.
Her feet come alive
as they jive to the beat
with her favorite tap shoes.

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Angels On The Floor

Just kids on a stage an night,
Strumming secrets into guitars.
And from the guitars to the audience. 
While fingers bleed with the meaning,
Of every word they wrote.
Hoping that someone hears,
Any of the notes. 
That they play...

To the angels on the floor.
And the vampires in the shadows. 
Their voices scream for more.
They want something that matters. 
More than the ghosts on stage, 
With nothing left to give. 
But the final darkened pages,
Of the lives that they lived. 

The final song ends.
Take a bow and descend,
From the stage to mud.
Stepping through puddles of blood.
Cause by fingers to the fretboards,
And the sticks to the skin.
From the voice to the crowd,
And the faded smiles at the end. 
That they show...

To the angels on the floor,
And the vampires in the shadows
Still Screaming for more,
For something that matters. 
Someone that understands,
Exactly how they feel. 
Someone's who's been there.
And knows that it's real. 
These lives that we lead,
These places we've seen. 
We put all these things,
On the cover of a CD.

We scream and we play, 
This game everynight.
Like there's evil to slay,
And a demon to fight. 
If we win than we stay,
Forever at the top. 
All of this in vain,
In. Hopes. To. Never. Be. Forgot. 

By the angels on the floor,
And the vampires in the shadows,
Will always scream for more.
We long to really matter.
More than ghouls on their stage at night,
That gave all we could give.
To write for them a song,
To tell them they are what make us live.
The vampires by the backdoor,
...And our angels
And our angels on the floor.

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Night Music

Black & white cars 
slink slowly beside you
in cool, carnivore evening – jazz
curling sleepily in silence.

Traffic lights nod 
As huge gas wings rise
& you fly, suspended
in winking night air.

Brooding drones
& ancient beasts
crawl toward you &
anger rises
till blood-jade moves
you on 
and calliopes 
of music meld night 
& twangy dung country,
rock hard air &
mournful white
blues wrap night,
to its changes – all
the countless intersections
of sweet, mindless, melodious

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Mama Told Me

mama tell me the story again
for I know my redeemer liveth 
and walketh upon his higher ground in graceland
let there be peace on earth mama
as we kneel and pray beside
this old rugged cross
let's celebrate new life
and sacrifice to be born again
mama what a friend we have in jesus
for he makes us feel complete
as I get a second chance
thru devotion
my lord I was made to worship you
as I need thee every hour
for morning has broken
and I'm free to be me
for this too shall pass
as christ the lord is risen and
now watches over my family
for I know lord you are thy healer
who can take it all away
so mama turn your eyes upon jesus
as awesome is the lord most high

Tribute To
Christ Our Lord
Also Next 
Gospel Song In Making

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Wind Song

It starts very far away.
Where the mountains slope down to the stormy sea
Slowly, surely, it comes lilting here,
That strange, wild music meant for only my ear,
With that tang of adventure, calling out to me.

It speaks in its gypsy tongue.
Of unexplored places, distant lands unknown,
Where that haunting music plays night and day,
In the hazy hills and weather-beaten bays,
And the high cliffs with faces of ancient stone.

It tells me stories.
Legends of creatures that dwell in the deep,
And surface in times of perilous gales.
Heroes whose deeds are woven in tales,
And strange beasts hidden in drunken sleep.

It shows me visions.
Pictures of seas of the deepest blue,
And untamed forests of towering trees,
Grassy plains swept by a playful breeze,
Sunlight on peaks of shadowy hue.

It entrances me
With its bizarre melody of elfin tunes,
That tells me so much and yet conceals,
Even lovelier visions in its crystal veil,
Of velvet nights graced by a thousand moons.

It beckons to me.
Tells me to follow wherever it goes, 
Flying and drifting with a flair of its own, 
In a gentle, persuasive tone,
To pursue the familiar path it knows.

And I yearn to go.
To travel to strange sounding places far away,
Leave my monotonous existence behind,
I tell it I now am in reality entwined,
But I know I’ll freely follow the music someday.

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(whilst into the night, as ash)

you seemed so real;

an angel, slipping down
through your ring of fire
whilst into the night, as ash
you'd walk the winds
and graze the edge
-of love:
dancing above me, reborn
like nails sinking, straight
through the coffin, into flesh;

death is with me every moment
that you smile and every kiss
is a reminder that i'm still not alive
within your grasp.

stripped of your halo;
still holding tight to the mess
of flesh and metal skin-grafts
you've applied: words
endearing my heart
to your brick-wall
of silent indifference

alas, even as i lapse
from this moment
to that,
you still seem so real;

an angel, bathed in the fire
of solitude and singular wanting
while the world turns
its back, you take
my hand; sleep-walking
through the motions
of a dire and delirious dance,
you step upon the altar
to cry out your demands

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Staccato Roots

Surly songs 
Played by hungry men
Plucking staccato roots
Spotted chords of dried dearth
Cleansed in strummed pots of boiling verse

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Musical Waves

Melodic waves of tenderness,
embraces my soul of heart broken,
Strings soothes my every pain, stitches
my every woe, heals every harsh,
uttered word, Music, the rythym of all there is,
set in motion, a stomp, a thump,
a string made love to through strokes
made from ribbons of satin, Soft to 
the touch, intense as the musician
moves to the waves of inspiration
Beauty felt, destiny made,
Listen closely to the waves set 
in motion, Music, the language
of the beat of the heart,
Passion coming forward, cries letting go
through every beat,
reaching every soul,
Flying one note at a time,
Can you feel the wave?

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somewhere to go

the wind that creeps
that softly speaks
that constantly weeps
which loudly pleads
its case to be free

the sky of gray
sky of gray
treacherous days
treacherous days
this wretched phase
in which i fade

the storm that howls
from seven sea
the rebel cries of revelry
the trees that whisper
their tales to tell
the ring of bells still frightens me

give your pain a sheltered hide
look for vision in the sky
let all of the people know
behind the sky is a place to go

keep on running
keep on keepin' now
you've got to keep escapin'
the beasts are on the prowl
the beasts are on the prowl
And they're comin' now

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Finder's Keeper's, Loser's..

I hope you found what you wanted because all you ever needed was right here all along. 
I never got the opportunity to prove you wrong. 
The best part is over and you know what they say, "finder's keepers." i'm lost. 
You left me, but i won't weep. 
You reap what you sow, and you'll soon find out that the grass isn't as green as you had 
So, as you take your own path, I'll walk down this road. 
Can't you see the path you have chose isn't as solid as the one you've always known? 
You'll find out soon enough. 
When you lust for what you crave so much, it'll take over you. 
You'll see that the price you paid was a bit too much. 
What you needed was right in front of you the entire time. 
You've lost what you needed. 
Your failures created by your own design. 
I won't say a single word. 
I think you found what you wanted all along and it's all for you to keep. 
I don't want a part of this, you've sunk into the deep. 
I can't help you.

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Classical Guitarist

You perch on a low stool
of my presence unmindful, 
guitar cradled on your lap,
fingers each string loving.

While you delicately pluck, 
mesmerizing, hypnotizing,
with slow, flowing arpeggio,
my heartstring you touch.

Who are you to affect me so, 
just what kind of magic spell
you put me helplessly under?

'Moonlight Sonata' on tremolo,
'Gone With The Wind', play!
'Chariots of  Fire' galloping
right deep inside my brain.

As the night comes to a close
you make me desire for more -
seduced, intrigued and raised
to the clouds to stay right there.

A guitar you turn into a slave
to touch a chord in the soul.

  (Inspired by Liona Boyd)

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Cause for Concern

Your psychological state
Is deflating you straight
Into irrelevance
At an astounding rate

Awaiting for you
To create these irate
Collection of interrelating debates

Negating the fact
That you cannot retract
Nor subtract
The impacts of your exact
Overreactions that always distract
Which can flare-up abruptly
And detach what's intact

Now by not letting up
You corrupt and disrupt
Any developments made
Every time you erupt

I'm inclined to remind you
That your narrow mind's due 
To pursue other avenues
If you so choose
You cannot undo
What you've said that's untrue
Are you beginning to seek love anew
With no regard to your lover's point of view
By wanting to have
A slew of rendezvous

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Mambo Music

Mambo music played all night long
Bringing such joy with every song

Teenage girls flirting with the boys
Dancing kids with their blinking toys

Mambo music plays in my mind
Tonight our broken spirits shined

We are back home now and their asleep
Didn’t take long to count their sheep

Taking them out was a blessed time
They drank soda and I drank wine

There is so much pain in our life
Husband died…I’m a widowed wife

But something about that Mambo
Dancing rhythms of the bongo

It grabbed my sorrow tore my grief
And brought us all needed relief

Billions of people feel this way
Does it get better none can say

Having your love stripped from your life
Managing the house still in strife

Never would I wish this on you
Broken inside feeling so blue

Mambo music brought a smile
Music and time heal with style 

(pure fiction....and dedicated to my best friend)

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In a glowing, fearless and inspired articulation
of those fingers in the piano that provide brilliance;
It’s a piece of music, incisive with exceptional signs
so profound and rhapsodic in the entire performance.

I feel like being redeemed as it overwhelms me
with its power and dynamism to echo its meaning;
Those are signs and wonders that make me recall -
my own journey of sufferings and inner pains.

As intertwined in the soul of human affliction
Are sentiments and longings for one’s redemption;
They’re like labyrinthine inducements of persuasion,
That music in the heart is indeed a great consolation.

Classical pieces like those of Tchaikovsky, Sebelius,
Brahms, Beethoven, Chopin, Rachmaninov, et al;
soothe my emotion while getting into the picture,
with imagination and a sense of deeper connection.

It’s a triumph of peace and serenity from within,
As its power conquers me through the whole;
I can feel the heartstring of being attuned then
to the soul of music festooned with confrontation.

The alluring resources that music evokes from within,
are fitting occasions replete with the truth of redemption;
its expressions, movements, textures and other emotions,
reveal the sanctity of what it means to be whole again.

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Untitled #182 / Note, tone

Note, tone
tone, note
they are one and the same

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the cold/the passing

troubles low in the summer end
anticipation of foreign winds
you pray hoping that it's not the end
hope and wish and pray again
fall is here as the winter speaks
a lone whisper to the falling leaves
build your fire for brief reprieve

your warmth soon withers far away
the sun rays are gone from yesterday
no more sounds of the games that children play
the silences of self you can't escape
all eat your hopes away

Winter's longer than you've stressed
troubles high and winds aggressed
the storms are coming winds abreast, the devil scorn
he means your death
the lands are barren,nothing left
our usual joys subject to theft

winter's here
winter's here
winter is here
show no fear

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Foresight of an ode to mothers everywhere

Dear Mother
i dont l;like the drugs
and as I fly
so low and high
my way
turned loose
the drugs
they like me

Ode to mom
what could this be?
beaten on the floor
to find the thoughts of butterflies
beaten on the floor and chased away
the crack in me
to start my life again
he cant hurt you anymore
but its ion my way

And as i do it my way
they all fall 
like kissed roses in the falling leaves
of an s.o.s
Into the crooked queer cops
that squirm to swallow
what does it matter to the tiny dancers that hold the answers
when its not healthy to feel 

If i Turn you Loose
If your NoT afraid of your mind thats losing it
and the loves testing all of me
if you are not afraid
afraid of anything
to second guess your sanity

Dear mother can you find the light
to tickle me
and find the light
take it all over head over heals
as this world surrounds me
and as everyone makes this hard
will someone come rescue from my mind
when i picked my poison
turned loose to find
im weak and powerless
to feel open
powerless to feel that we are the same
begging for someone to help me
and its not healthy when we cant sleep at night

Love is testing thee but who holds the key?

When im delusional and complicated
can you see the tangents i explore after i have condensed the matter 
and been down before?
does it make sense to them all?
can you cure me out of your fears
drag the demons from me and sleep in the beauty of thoughts that magically 
heal me?

im far to oblivious to approach the treasured bliss
inside of me
to awaken miserably rescue the sleeping purity
im poisoned yet treasured and drunken on needles
to kiss this feathered winged angel one more time
whose far too fooled to wake me from my slumber
and sleep in the futility of the treasured desires
that lie inside of all of us withered souls

ode to Mother dear mother i have something to say do you see it in hear 
anywhere im looking inside once again to clean this closet with this stained 
hands to see why
did i turn out this way


just turn away and know its not your fault
i pave my own way by riding coat tails 
and one day i will show you how
and hail all the poisoned apples
of hopeless sleepless beauties ive awoken to find

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Untitled #211 / Nancy Wilson #3

Nancy Wilson! Nancy Wilson!
“There’s the Girl” I went after, and 
I cannot say that I don’t want her anymore!
She left me “Stranded”! “Things” 
a’int what they used to be! “I’m [not] Fine”!
“These Dreams” go on when I close my eyes!
“Will [she] be there (in the morning)”?
yes, she whispers, yes

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Costume Party

You hold soo tight
Those dreams you don't understand
You hide very well
Behind a nonchalant mask
You smile soo wide
How did you get away with that?
You run soo fast
With no getaway plan

T.V has become a reality
Every child in actuality a prodigy
Radio based on insanity
Reason tasted humanity
You testify, you rationalize, then they electrify
And everyone wonders what's wrong with their stupid lives

You hold soo close those things most can't have
You hide very well
Behind an obvious mask
You smile soo wide
How did you get away with that?
Running soo fast
With no getaway plan

Do you love at all?
do you aim to please?
Do you love anything?
Do you love anymore?
selfish with your own needs
Do you love anything
Besides your own greed

T.V has become sadistic
Every child bears its witness
Radio preaches no forgiveness
Reason tested humanity
When you testify, they rationalize, when everything is this electrified
Everyone wonders what's wrong with their stupid minds

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My Music

To feel away from the world and be free
To be all by myself daydreaming
In a place where no one can bother me
Laying around being as relaxed as I can be

To let it flow
Through my soul
Through my veins it goes
Nice and slow

The words of gospel
So cool and mellow
Made to settle the soul
As the truth about God begins to unfold

I lay back
And relax
As it begins to capture me
And take over my mind and body

The words of r&b
Is a good feeling
When I'm listening to my favorite cd

To dream off the words all day long
Eyes shut, ears wide open, listening to the song
I may shed a few tears
From some of the songs I hear

Then I tune in to Hot 103.9
Hearing Tupac take us through his life line by line
Expressing what's on his mind
As he takes us on a listening journey through his lifetime

Just to lay and hear about what he's been through
Makes me know why he raps the way he do
The words come from deep down inside
Formed by feelings that he just could not hide

Different songs
Different feelings
All day long
Laying and relaxing

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A piece of myself

Just another pill
somebody get me out of here
I dont need an education
behind this miracle mile smile
down another day
and there we all stand on this overpass
from another perfect world
I remember when i lost my mind
Im a Victom
they got me on some medication
seasons change and set me free
thrown away
ever since i was little
and still you call me codependant
throwing you away
emotions and space had an echo
Now inside Im seeing
down another day
she keeps coming back
and i can die when im done
running away
out there without care
Blood pumping through my veigns
Im the Hunted
maybe your crazy!!!
Inside I'm seeing
didnt want to bore you with all these details
somehow you laid the blame on me
numb dumb
I knew too much
The morning sunrise

anyone at all
like the morning sunrise
anybody else
wont save us from ourselves
Im tearing at myself
does that make me crazy?

can i hold you tomorrow?
foreshadowing the hindsight of everybody else
that has a story to tell
smashed to the wall
Can I hold You Tomorrow? 
we'll never let you down!
to run away

does that make me crazy?
Nobody gives a damn about me
with all these pills that left me 
Still cant taste it
numb and dumb 
Change is melting everything
still you lay the blame on me
the pills to make you anybody else
Cold Like the Ocean?
Think twice of my only advice
numb and dumb
can i be something else

season come season go
No one gives a damn about anybody else
I've done it all
this bump on my head
cancerous neglect
Im the way of Left Of the middle
whop do you think you are?
didn't have to bore you with details
and the world threw me away again today
to drown me in all these pills

swallow them with milk and water
make you numb
spoonfuls of sugar
we'll never let you down
make you dumb
I've seen it all
I'm tearing at myself
bless your soul!
what do i have left now?
i make a point to educate myself
add some honey
are you someone else yet?
will you save me from everyone else
when you become
Ive seen it all
anybody else
I think your crazy
If i Could hold you tomorrow
Your asleep when i get home
and all these drugs wont save 
me from myself?
Im not self defendant

I keep saying goodbye
cuts mer to the bone
Just like me
Im the broken one whose fixed it

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Mind Lightning

Strings of mental algorhthyms
connect electric synapse hands
Held and zapped in stereophonic
systematic in demands
Turquoise breathing in December
bolts the music of our minds
As the cogs and wheels of madness
tether static, iron grinds
Frost to lick in patterns frozen
on the skin of matter's face
While the sting of inspiration
blows the winding soul to trace
Evidence of snowfall lightning
lit at once in silver strings
Mental modes and inspiration
minding music that it brings...

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She walks to the beat of the bass drum

searchin' for love

down the street

with experienced feet

her head held high

eyes set straight

impatiently...she waits

disconnected and rejected

often neglected and disrespected

she sifts through her brain

lookin' for another way

just a place to escape

Overdosed on reality

just another technicality

of the opiate of the masses

ripping through her sunglasses

pounding on the door of life

everyone tells her she's wrong

but all alone she's always right

could u only love the day

if you only existed at the night?

Questions with no answers

plaguing her like cancer

and still.... she walks on

to the beat of the bass drum

awaiting for her cure to come

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Adrift in Rain Puddles

Darkness is darkest
beyond the wan street lights,
and yet the rain still falls through it.

With every gust the acacia trembles,
sways its branches imploringly,
its leaves pulled down, torn, 
randomly strewn
on the puddles


My fingertips ache
and falter on these guitar frets,
but my head sings on and on:

"maybe the old song can
bring back the old times,"
as torn pieces of the card
she sent me drift about
in the puddles


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Valentine's Day Long Ago

In a favored local "watering hole"
On a Valentine's Day years ago,
Rosie and I went,
To see a small venue show

Tiny Tim of "TipToe Thru the Tulips" fame,
With a piano player,
With an opening comic's act,
Tiny's hair a tad grayer
Than his numerous appearances
With Johnny Carson
He'd survived many jeerances

His vibrato falsetto filled the room,
His songs of ages long gone,
I was surprised how good he really was,
Singing those songs anon

After his show he greeted all,
He was truely a sweet man,
I'd gone almost as a goof,
I was "far too cool" for this,
And now I'm glad I did go,
Would have been a pity for us to miss

This man, heart of gold,
From heights fallen hard,
"Miss Vicky" and a fickle crowd,
Made him play his last poor card

He's gone now, but if you know,
His wedding to "MIss Vicky"
On an old "Tonight Show"
Was one of the highest ratings
Winners, of old time
So this man who made 
this ratings "win",
Died a broken man,
My God, what a sin.

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A look far $urface Iland place
I stay where mostly gone both 
Shells a part across swimed
Around Natureness Dawn grewed
Some seven Seas of Flowers and dirt
Whence soil fresh sent after Industries
Time wacthing new Years $urface spined
Hurricane peaces telling whats good news
Alot justly foat on my Boat anear
Home washly away pastess Day's
Building mine Outside this walk
Finish yes Mam; no Sir, happy after
Done  dee's about picture Daddy
I'am love first Name: and last
I'll promise wished Star later noontide
Like Balloon's going too Heaven sliping
Off thy Finger tips notice trill
Magic fly an Space on my paper
For another sweet poem foever
Read Generation coming aloud say
$urface Baby Girl Me and you mint
Ass sweet candy cotton
Together every peek out or Eye
We see $urface there,,,
Notice:Martinez Roberson

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Untitled #204 / Springsteen

“This is radio nowhere
is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere
is there anybody alive out there?
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!”
Tell ‘em, Springsteen
we’re all fifty-six years old

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My Notes

For my music,
The music that makes up,
My whole existence,
The music that defines me.
If I never had these notes in my head.
I would never be me.
I might not even exist.
These tunes have gotten me through it,
Through all of it.
How can you tell me not to play these notes?
These notes in my head.
They soothe the pain that exists,
Within my deepest confines.

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Untitled #212 / Alice Cooper

Alice Cooper!
Wait, you’re not Nancy Wilson!
You have no Heart!
You’re not even a woman!
Ah, but you are wafting through my radio!
And you are quite clever!
I wish I could have seen you
when you came to Knoxville

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To the Music on the Radio

I can remember hiding and listening 
to the music stemming from my fathers hands.
Careful not to alert him; else the bow 
would fall, the melody would cease.

Majestically the bow would sing on contact
as it danced upon each string. Each note 
went on and on, in unison with the melody
heard in the background.

How proud I was of my father then and
even more proud of him, today.

Some time ago, the horsehairs and wood had
been carefully put away. For years now, the
music had ceased. Though silence is heard by
everyone's ear, I will always hear my 
father's accompaniment to the music on the

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Me myself and I

   I've got me myself and I and there ain't no denying that when it comes to me I will 
never lie to myself. I will never make fun of my flaws and I will never spread rumors on 
myself because I know that I would never disappoint myself all I have is me myself and I. 
When I close my eyes at night I can hug myself because I don't need anyone else but me 
and family to make myself happy. I will never deceive myself, I will never flat leave 
myself. I would never deliberately hurt myself or pretend that I was being real to myself 
when I wasn't. I can always know that when I criticize myself that I am being true to my 
soul, body and mind. In the end all I have is me to strive for my goals and not let 
anyone get in the way of it. All I need is me myself and I, I don't need anyone else's 
harsh words to make me cry. I will have my own inside jokes that only I know. As I turned 
around and saw a girl staring back at me, She was everything I was looking for in a best 
friend. She had all the same interests and all the same styles, she understood me and 
never made fun of me and when I realized that it was me looking in the mirror a tear 
swept down my eye.

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something or nothing

Am i something or nothing?
among the stars who lie
teaching lessons
you do not perceive
am i nothing or something in the bliss of the voices
finally freed to musical freedoms of speach?
am i something or nothing?
do you see me?

It's like the world is tag teaming me
from poetic cult 
to master peace of tragedy
of Vegas rolling it's last dice
from paradice not seen
to a life we could be living

and i cry for you
am I something or nothing
I'm nothing
Just one layer
not two or three
what you see on the surface is all I am
nothing bone deep
nothing but a mind
that might one day
haunt this epic 
to make another point
to string you along

am i nothing or something?
will i turn into a life lesson
can you comprehend me
like i can?
am I somebody or a nothing
dressed in black and torn and jaded kicked outfor not pretending
loved and lost 
in the mess of everything
crying shallow tears
after asking god
how his day was
and i see nothing
and everything
am i something nothing
or everything
another closed door
another salty sore
another licked wound?

can you help me 
heal these wounds
this psychological masterpiece 
can you hand me another key to the fairytale you are not writing to throw
another stone 
into history

somebody free me and i will
into the voices of the muse
astounded by thee tears
they don't see of the scars 
filtered out
they might one day purchase and realise
i am somebody
i am something

soo many lives and lies i''m living
another game of chicken
i just want you to know i love you
am i something or nothing
never anyone's favorite

I'm sorry 
but i'm always and forever
the victom
look to the music
and watch it claim me again
to the voices of freedom
and the tangents their experiencing because of me
in my lonely room

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First Draught

let the memories fill y’ with feelings so familiar
The melody re echoes in my head
A song I’ve heard before
Slipping in to wreck the rhythm’s rhyme
A try to write a song as creative juices spring
A rush to hum along and every thing goes wrong
As words just disappear in ragged time
And country pictures fill my opened mind
That certain time of day that oh so special way
Our eyes just turned to see the sky and we knew why
Fingers swiftly stroke and pick a rill of running time
And thoughts and feelings form to laughing words  of  rhyme
But nothing fits to fill this crying need
To truly tell it  burning in the fire of joy sublime

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caffeinated dreams

ask me what i dream at night
when all the world's asleep.
ill tell you how i relocate 
in valleys young and deep;
of far green lands and gentle hands
and gardens full of life
of spring's rebirth in gentle earth
and music from the fife;
the daylight hours, filled with showers
warm, and rainbowed skies
of innocence, and further hence
all purity implied.
but as i dream i stand and seem
a sideshow, set apart.
i watch and gape and scratch the nape
while beauty breaks my heart.
the music plays, the sunlight grays
but im not fit to dance.
a fear of all, and sure to fall
id never take the chance
so ends the day, i slip away
and waking calls me back
to foggy eyes and distant cries
and creaking joints that crack.
two worlds denied their bridging bride
though one thin strand connects
my dreams at night and waking light;
one point where they transect.
my dreams i tell but think not ill
if they are but half true
for fear of chance forebodes my lapse,
and my thin strand is you.

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Poetry is--
      the flow of words coming out
      the music of words written down
Poetry is--
      the feeling of another
      the understanding of one's mind
Poetry is--
      the signature of one's presence
      the showing of you
Poetry is--
      the finding of a place belonged
      the finding of a place where wanted and accepted
Poetry is--
      the finding of you
      the focus point of you
Poetry is--
      uplifting to one's soul
      the answer to a cry 
Poetry is--
      the music to one's ear
      the tissue to a cried eye
Poetry is--
      the sharing of peace
      the sharing of love
Poetry is--
      the love of writing
      the life of writing
Poetry is--
      the queen of writing.

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What's real

   Here I am sitting waiting for a prince charming that is hardly galloping, I must watch 
too many fantasies, I must read too many romances because in the real world nothing is 
like you want it to be. Everything is forced. Your pressured to find someone quick, 
That's not what love means to me. I see everyone falling in love and I wonder about 
myself. What's a girl like me doing alone? Maybe it's because my head is in too many 
clouds to breath. Even when a guy tries to approach me I knock him off his pedestal. I am 
perhaps just a little too mighty and yes I guess I have an ego on me but that's doesn't 
mean i'm not approachable. I will weaken to my knees when the right guy comes along. 
Tears drop down my face as I dream about the one I loved. So far away from me now that I 
can't feel him so I just let him go. Now i'm searching for someone just like him, Isn't 
it funny how the heart can be retarded. Your head is telling you no just forget it and 
your heart is beating messing things up causing you to lose it. But these feelings are 
real, my heart craving attention so much that I have no choice but to believe in silly 
romances. I have yet to feel that heart beating moment that makes my eyes water. But 
that's real and not a fairytale and as I close my eyes I know he's out there.

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The Mercenary

Just when you think memories die
They say your life flashes before your eyes 
Silent nights 
Scripts of peace in a new born life
Hunger in days 
Taken back less for what poverty weighs 
A couple visits to I-C-U 
Now as a ghost I see you! 
Pain inhabits reflection 
My anger and aggression 
Smiles and faces 
Childs and different races 
In my final poem 
I lay it down a mercenary 
Look to heaven with no commentary 
Double jeopardy, 
A sinner plagued with leprosy 
Broken jewels in hands of an innocent man 
It's going to be a little blood shed 
For the faces that weren't fed
Walk as mortals on the Day of the dead 
Even in God's hands there’s a little bloodshed